Notes: So, this fic is being continued. I became inspired. It will not be following the anime's plot after episode 99. I can't promise quick updates since I have a lot of other projects on my list, but this story will be finished. Have fun.


Yuuri was gone now, and Sara had to admit, it was far more boring without the naïve maou around. But if his plan went right, he'd never see Yuuri again and he'd be much more busy. He'd never have a second to be bored and or even think he was bored.

But for right now, he was in his bed, bored. His injury was healing much faster thanks to Berias. Of course, he kept passing out. He was using far too much energy to heal him.

"Your Majesty," one of his soldiers called from outside and his door. Sara wearily opened his eyes to Berias, telling his protector to open the door. When the soldier entered, he held out a letter. "A letter, Your Majesty."

"Oh, from who?" He was sure it was news that Yuuri's ship had been attacked and he had died. He would have to think up the right reaction. Glad, but sad? Glad because their biggest enemy was dead, yet sad because there had been no other choice? Or relieved? There was no more danger from the big, bad maou. Though calling Yuuri 'big' and 'bad' was laughable when you actually knew the innocent boy.

"From the maou, Your Majesty."

"…What?" That couldn't be. Yuuri was alive? But Big Shimaron had definitely sent an army to go kill him! To ambush him! And even if they had wonderful swordsmen with them, there were far too many of the enemy for them. Was Yuuri really alive? Had he managed to escape? Had they caught on to his little plan? Of course, he had known Yuuri's companions had felt suspicious of him. Maybe they had managed to make him see what was going on.

He frowned and grabbed the letter.

To: Saralegui, King of Small Shimaron

From: Yuuri Shibuya, King of Shin Makoku

His eyes narrowed. Much too formal, but very much Yuuri's letter. The handwriting seemed to be of Yuuri's caliber, a little messy yet readable.

"How…fortunate, right, Berias?"

Berias' face was as calm as it ever was, but years with the man told Sara he was very much shocked and confused, too.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Sara smiled to his soldier. "Thank you, you can leave now." The soldier bowed before retreating and Sara opened the letter, beginning to read it.

Dear Sara,

Man, it was so weird to call you "Saralegui, King of Small Shimaron", but Gwendal told me I had to for formality's sake or something like that. Oh, you don't know Gwendal, do you? He's the commander to the army here. And Conrad's and Wolfram's brother. You can meet him when you visit me. He's a little gruff and serious, but a great person you can depend on. But anyway. How are you? Are you okay? How's your injury? I've been so worried about you. I keep thinking about you and wondering if you're alright. Wolfram's starting to get annoyed at me, but he's always annoyed at me. He likes you, though! Well, not exactly. He still thinks you're trying to steal me away, but he always thinks everybody is trying to steal me. But he trusts you! I don't know why anybody wouldn't trust you, though.

Sorry, I'm rambling. I wish I didn't have to write this in ink. That way, I wouldn't bore you so much.

Ah! Sara, would you believed we were attacked? Yeah. By Big Shimaron's navy! We're okay. Nobody was hurt. Murata was really smart and sent a letter to Gwendal about it before it happened. It was just really weird. It was as if they were waiting for us. But I don't know how they knew we were there. Only you and I knew. Strange, huh?

Sara took a moment to laugh quietly to himself. The answer was right there, yet Yuuri trusted him so much, he couldn't seem to figure it out. How immature was that? He guessed it would have been cute to others, and Sara supposed he could see it in that light as well. But still, a very stupid thing, too.

He continued reading.

When you've healed and everything is settled in your country, do you want to visit me? I said you could, and if you want to (don't think you have to! Please! I'm not trying to force you here. And if it's too much trouble…), then you can. I could teach you baseball, and show you everything. I could introduce you to Greta, too. She's my daughter. But I don't want you to be lonely and you told me you are. And you have to be so bored just sitting there in that bed all day! I know I was. So do you want to come over?

I hope you can reply soon! I really miss talking to you, actually.

Your friend,

Yuuri

Sara found himself smiling as he finished reading the letter. His friend?

"Berias, Yuuri is alive. And doing very well as a matter of fact. He has asked me to visit him. Apparently, he misses talking to me. Isn't he nice?"

"But…Your Majesty! You aren't actually going to go see the maou, are you?"

"Actually, I am very tempted to." Berias' frown deepened and Sara smiled at him. "Are you worried?"

Berias nodded, closing his eyes and looking away. "I…don't like you putting yourself in danger, King Saralegui. I've already had to hurt you and I'm just very worried King Lanzhil will figure out your plan. I do not want you hurt."

"He's a coward. Cowards never win," Sara explained, looking over the letter again. "I actually think I have a plan for my 'friend' Yuuri. Amazing, though, I have to keep coming up with new ones. Yuuri definitely knows how to keep things exciting, doesn't he? I think I'll truly be sad once he is gone.

"Berias? Get me a pen and paper, please. I think I will formally accept the maou's invitation."

Berias let out a quiet sound of discomfort before nodding and giving a bow.

"Yes, Your Majesty."