The female assassin from the wedding sat down at a bar in Camelot. Her crimson cloak was wet and soggy from the rain outside. Most people in the bar were dancing and singing. The atmosphere seemed far too happy for the moping girl, and she wondered if her bad mood would soil the fun. But that was crazy. Her job was to assassinate King Wesley Pendragon. But that was next to impossible. Wesley is an incredible mage and nothing gets past him. But she had to kill him. Her directions were simple: 'Either Wesley dies, or you do'. She had thought about using Arthur as a hostage, but she knew that if she laid a finger on him, Wesley wouldn't hesitate to give her the most painful death he could think of. And Wesley was a creative man. She's gotten so desperate, she's even thought of begging him to let her kill him. It's tragic to see a once great assassin reduced to such a pathetic state. She purchased a bottle of whiskey, and drank the entity thing in less than five minutes.

"Slow down!" The bartender cautioned her. "What's got you so upset anyways?"

"Ugh. M-my job is so hard." She spoke in a loud, drunken voice.

"How so?" Asked the bartender.

"I can't say, Mr Bartender. But let's just say it's really killing me." She extended her hand to the Bartender. "By the way, my name's Emma."

The bartender shook her hand. "Nice to meet ya, Emma."

***

Meanwhile in Liones Castle...

Wesley, Meliodas and Elizabeth sat on blue couches. Wesley was on his own, and the two others were parallel to him. In between the couches was a lovely, wooden table. A fire was lit in a stone fireplace and raindrops poured on the windows.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Sir Wesley." Elizabeth smiled.

"It really is!" Agreed Wesley, shaking his hands in excitement. "This is my first formal get-together as a king."

"Trust me, they get boring." Meliodas chimed in.

"Based on the stories Arthur's told me about you, you aren't the kind of person who goes to things you don't want to." Wesley remarked. He snapped his fingers and a cup of tea appeared on the table. Steam was rising from the white cup and it smelled like apple pie.

"You drink tea?" Meliodas asked.

"No, but it makes me look fancy."

The three of them all laughed at that remark.

"Oh! Did you get our wedding gift?" Elizabeth asked eagerly as she put her hands on her lap and leaned towards Wesley.

"Er- which one was it?"

"It was the table."

"Oh! The round one?"

"That's the one!"

"Oh, yeah! Arthur was setting it up when I left. We love it. Thank you so much."

"No problem!" Meliodas chimed in. After that, there was a brief moment of silence.

"So," Wesley started. He paused to sip his tea. "Ew. That was too hot. Anyways, I do believe you both know why I'm here."

"We do." Meliodas assured him. His voice was serious and it sent a chill down Wesley's spine.

"Yes. The azeel problems. They're quite a nuisance. Even now, our knights are fighting them off."

"I know. This is serious." Meliodas stated.

Wesley reached into his cloak's pocket and pulled out an envelope. He slid it across the table towards Meliodas.

"Sate, sate, sate. What's this?" Meliodas trilled. "Is it money?"

"No, no." Wesley laughed. "It's an alliance proposal."

Meliodas opened it, and he began to read it.

'Alliance Terms

All information on the azeels must be shared between both parties.

The armies of Liones will be required to obey the command of the Kingdom of Camelot. The armies of Liones are not required to obey the commands of Liones.

Resources will be shared between both parties.

If accepted, the alliance must last until the azeels are defeated'

"What the hell is this?" Meliodas asked. His voice was unimpressed, and his face reflected the emotion as well. "You can control our armies but we can't control yours?"

Wesley tilted his head and frowned slightly.

"I am truly sorry to do this," Wesley lied. He was actually quite proud of his terms. "But it's purely political. And Camelot knows more about the azeels than any other kingdom. And from what I understand, you guys aren't faring too well against them."

Meliodas and Elizabeth looked intently at the terms, pondering whether or not it was worth it.

"Does Arthur know about these terms?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm sure he'd be fine with it. He knows I wrote them, and I was given complete authority over this alliance. After all, I am the king." Wesley smiled.

"I'm sure you'd find our terms more than generous, seeing as you will most likely be wiped out without our help."

Wesley was now smiling ear to ear. It was a wicked and friendly smile. Wesley was evil at heart. Just because he had a sweet spot for Camelot, doesn't mean he wouldn't enjoy watching the azeels destroy another nation. But if they accepted, Camelot would have an ally. Either way, Wesley would be happy. And either way, Meliodas would not. And Wesley knew that.