Yuuri looked down on his paper, with the nonsense sentences he had written down during the past hours. Today is inexplicably boring, and he, the mighty 27th Maou who had defeated Soshou, darted his boredom to the piece of parchment. He stared into the air blankly, his pen held loosely in his hand. The he heard Wolfram speak form his bed.
"What is this, Yuuri?" the blonde said, reading through the notepad. "I didn't know it was your habit to write down gibberish things."
"What?" Yuuri said, snapping out of his reverie. He turned to Wolfram and saw, in her hands, the paper he was writing on earlier.
"Wolfram!! Give it back!"
The prince seemed to be deaf to his plea. Instead, he read through the list aloud.
What if:
I met Wolfram before Conrad?
Adelbert is on our side?
Gunter is not ay?
Wolfram wasn't a brat?
Wolfram wasn't a prince?
Shinou doesn't make any crazy ideas?
I'm not leading a double life as the Maou?
Julia wasn't blind?
Julia was engaged to Conrad and not Adelbert?
Wolfram was a princess? What was I supposed to do?
Adelbert crashed Julia and Conrad's supposed-to-be wedding?
Shori and Murata were brothers?
Something unexpected happened to Wolfram?
Murata wanted to marry Wolfram?
I confess to Wolfram what I feel for him? What would be his reaction?
Wolfram stopped reading and stared at number fifteen, even though there were still fifteen more on the list. Yuuri was blushing to the roots of his hair. He went over to him, snatched the paper and crumpled it.
"I told you to give it back, brat." He said, his back towards Wolfram who was staring at him.
"What does number fifteen means?" Wolfram asked.
"That's not for you to know."
"Really? But it concerns me. Surely I have the right to know."
"You've read it wrong."
Wolfram pouted behind him.
A/n: What? Is it good? Should I make a sequel? I already have the idea for the sequel and if I get 'no' as an answer, I'll make it to another story. Anyway,
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