Murata has been pestering me for the past couple of months. "Have you written anything in your diary? You should you know. I gave you that present for one specific reason."

"And that reason being?" I interrupted.

"Well Shibuya, you have a very long life ahead of you. Sometimes you take people and events in your life for granted. Trust me I know this from experience."

Well he does have over 4000 years worth of experiences. I imagine his diaries, from present and past lives, filling up the castle library not leaving space for other books. Knowing him, I bet most of those diaries would be filled with perverted thoughts.

He continues, "Writing your thoughts down about events and people surrounding you will help you understand your feelings, emotions, what you were thinking at the time. Were you feeling happy or sad? Did you like someone or hated them? For example: What did you think of Lord Weller when you met him? What do you think of him now? When you're 200 years old you can go back and read what your thoughts of him were. Will you at that time think of him the same way?"

Murata once again gave me something to think about. What did I think of Conrad, Gwendal, and Günter when I first met them? What do I think of them now? What will I think of them latter on? Have my thoughts and attitude changed about the people around me from when I was 15 to now?

I remember the first day that I arrived in the Great Demon Kingdom and everything that has happened afterwards. During the first days I thought that I was having a dream, just a dream. I did not realise that is was all real until I was back in the girls bathroom wearing the royal uniform with tassels and the g-string that Murata so kindly pointed out.

Note to self: I really need to speak to Günter about changing this uniform. I don't want to wear my school uniform for the rest of my life.

How I met Lord Conrad Weller:

I was riding my bike home when I saw Murata being bullied by some jerks. Of course like always I had to go and open my big mouth in the name of justice. I just can't stand and see people get bullied it's not in my nature. Anyway, the bullies came after me, grabbed me, took me into the girls' toilets, and stuck my head into one of the toilets. As they flushed the toilet what looked like to be a blackhole appeared. I was sucked into the toilet/blackhole.

Next thing I know I´m soaking wet in toilet water, yewwwww - grossssss, sitting on the ground in a field. I see a lady and say hi to her and ask her where I am. She starts babbling in some odd language and throwing purple apples at me. What did I do to her? Then this guy that looks like a giant American Football player shows up from out of know where. He starts talking to me in the same strange language. Jeez, don't any of these people speak Japanese? Oh and what is up with their clothing??? The giant grabs my head between his hands, and everything around me goes x-ray vision. Then Mr. American Footballer talks again. Now he speaks in Japanese. Why could he have not spoken to me in Japanese to start off with? Oh, in the mean time the woman and villagers that have joined her are screaming "Demon, Demon" in the background and throwin rocks at me. What a bunch of nuts!

All of the sudden I hear what sounds like horses galloping and my name being called out. Well at least some one here knows me. I see a man on riding a horse with a sword drawn. Mom would have said ¨He's like a knight in shinning armor but without the armour.

¨YOU CHEATING WIMP!¨ rings through the royal chamber. Did he just read that right? Did that wimp just call Conrart a knight in shining armor?

The giant draws his sword out to, jumps on his horse and ask me to go with him and I tell the big guy I'm going with they guy that knows my name. Mr Knight and Mr. Giant exchange words and clash swords. All of the sudden I am lifted into the air by a skeleton with wings. I start looking for the strings that are holding the skeleton but see none.

The bedroom door opens with a loud bang taking Wolfram by surprise; Conrart storms into the room with his sword drawn. "Wolfram are you alright?" Conrart quickly searches the room for signs of intruders.

Wolfram's face goes pale then slowly beet red. He looks at the diary then at Conrart, back to the diary, back to Conrart, diary, Conrart, diary, Conrart "I, I, I, I´m fine. Bbbbb. Baaa, bad dream, that's all". Regaining his composer; "Just a bad dream Lord Weller."

"I heard a yell and thought something was wrong."

"Everything is just FINE!"

Conrart, concerned for his little brother says "Do you want to talk about the dream?" giving Wolfram one of his famous I'm concerned about you and trusting smiles.

"No!"

"Alright then, I'll leave you now, have a good night Wolfram," Conrart was at the door when he turned to Wolfram and asked "What are you reading?"

Wolfram lowered his head eyeing the diary, narrowed his eyes, and coldly responsed "How to prune and debud a bush, Good Night!"

Conrart leaves, and while he was walking down the corridor he thought to himself 'that book did not look like a gardening book, is debud even a word, and it's been a long time since he's called me Lord Weller.'

Wolfram sighs. That was a close call. He was going to have to control his comments and emotions.

The flying skeleton sits me behind the Princely Knight.

A low growling sound was heard through out the bedroom.

And that is how I met Lord Conrad Weller.

My first impressions of Conrad well if I had been a girl would have been, gasp, wow, drool coming out my mouth, that was sure one handsome man. What a gentle smile he has, movie star qualities that would easily be on the covers of all tabloid magazines that make women swoon. He was what all men should be like according to my mother. But, I am after all a boy and didn't really see him like that.

At first he was more of than an older brother or a father figure type of guy; he was my protector. He is still my protector, but I consider him more of my older brother now. I trust him no matter unless stupid Shinou puts him up to something that I don't know about. I will never doubt any of his actions. He is gentle, kind hearted, a good listener, patient, calm, and above all I believe he loves me as a younger brother or maybe even as a son. He always gives me the best advice. His smile is always reassuring. The man is almost, and I say almost, perfect.

One of his bad points is when he is in battle he was no qualms killing. He is like a fighting machine that does not know when to stop. He will kill anyone without reservations if he sees that my life might, and I mean might, be in danger. I have had to stop him from killing someone before he even ask why they were doing. Conrad, my friend, talk first and then fight if there is no other solution. But, that is not the worst habit he has.

Conrad's jokes and puns are horrible. He can't tell a joke even if it was to save my life. To make matters worse he actually thinks he's funny. Conrad is not funny at all. I cringe at the thought of him telling a joke. When he tells a joke shivers run down my back. Same thing goes when he says a saying. He gets either backwards or mixes two or three up.

The other bad habit is his habit of calling me majesty. How many times have do I have to tell him to call me Yuuri. He is my Godfather and the man who named me. I'm really becoming annoyed. Three years of me telling him to call me YUURI it is an annoyance. What part of "Call me Yuuri" does he not undertand? Is he so dense?

All and all I hero worship the man. But, please I beg Shinou to put duct tape on the man's mouth when he tries to tell a joke.

Well, Wolfram thought to himself, Yuuri does have a point about Conrart's bad jokes.

How I met Günter von Crist:

After being saved by Conrad, we mad our way to an Inn. At the inn a tall thing man came out to greet us. He was beautiful. He had the most incredible lavender eyes and hair. His face was that of a perfect vogue model.

Grrrrr. The candle on the night stand started to glow brighter and burn faster.

He was wearing all white making him look ethereal. His voice was soft and gentle. His manners were regal. He was more like a lover from one of my mom's romance novels.

"LOVER!!!!!!" Wolfram brought his hands to his mouth and stayed still for a minute. He slowly peeked at the door to see if anyone was going to barge in. He lowered his hands from his mouth. "Really, I need to keep calm no matter what I read" he whispered to himself and continued to read.

Günter is another fine example of a man that will bring women and men to their knees.

Pruning is not going to be enough.

Latter that night after taking a much needed bath and having my clothing washed, Günter explained to me that I was the 27th Maou of the Great Demon Kingdom. Of course by that time I had already made up my mind that I was dreaming. I asked him as the king what I needed to do. Kill humans was his response. KILL HUMANS? IS THIS GUY FOR REAL? Conrad just smiled and nodded. I'm very happy to say that I have managed to change his views on that subject.

Günter was to become my teacher and advisor. Without him I believe I may have caused a war or two for not knowing the odd customs of this world.

You can still cause one you Wimp!

I swear Günter must never sleep. At night he nozzles all the horses in the castle so they will go to sleep, he is the event planner, my teacher, my advisor, Anissina's guinea pig, Gisela's father, and he worships me.

When I first met him, I did not know why he would get nose bleeds. OH, how naïve I was back then. I actually thought there was something wrong with the poor man. I really don't know if he has or had a crush on me or was it just a way to get my attention. Over the years he has some what mellowed out, but I still here him screaming "YOUR MAJESTYYYYYYYYY" when I skive his lessons.

Günter is a very sensitive, loving, passionate person. He sees me as perfect which of course I'm not.

You got that right, cheater. I'll give you loving, sensitive, umph

What surprised me the most about him was how he could use a sword. I was surprised to find out that he had been Conrad's teacher. Conrad is the best swords man in the world and Günter can give him a run for his money.

His lessons are long a boring. God, the man can drone out for hours. His continued adoration for me really can get on my nerves along with his crying, if I ignore him, and his endless hugging. I used to feel bad when I left him behind, but now I don't as much. He can be a total flake!

Despite his total flakiness, I admire and respect the man. I would be at a total loss with out him.

A feeling has just told me to lookout the window behind me, and what I saw brought a smile to my face and a warm fuzzy feeling. Angel has just walked by my window.

"WHO THE HELL IS ANGEL!!!"