Chapter 3: Yuuri's POV

We are walking in the direction of the garden, leaded by Conrad, I assumed it was because breakfast would be there, but now that I think about it, isn't too early for that? Or did I guessed the time wrong? My watch stopped working a week ago and it's not like I can get new batteries in here.

I was feeling kind of fuzzy back there, but I feel fine now. I'm actually more worried about Wolfram. I get the feeling he's beating himself up over this. I hope my story was credible enough. I am known for being a bit of a klutz, although I've gotten better, specially in the last year. I think after almost three years of training with Conrad, Günter and Wolfram, I'm starting to get some results.

Speaking of which, I really want to show Wolf the new trick I learned. I figured out a way to make little figurines with water using my marioku a few months ago, a much more aesthetic way of using it than the usual things the Maou's soul would pull, back when I first got here, from what people tell me, that is. Anyway, I can turn them into little ice sculptures. I want to give him something, maybe a frozen rose. He would definitely look gorgeous holding it under the moonlight...

Why do my thoughts always have to go there?

What was I trying to say? Oh yeah... Wolfram's looking at the ground while we walk, that is extremely weird, his perfect nose is always pointing at the sky almost smugly.

Everybody on this country has always treated me like I'm this irreplaceable, exceptional person, when I'm really just an average japanese guy who really enjoys baseball. Don't even get me started about their sense of aesthetics. But Wolf, he sees me for who I am, he sees the wimpy, too kind, short tempered, work in progress of a king that I am.

If anyone else had done this, they would be in the up tenth apology by now or ready to commit hara-kiri, or a correct mazoku equivalent, and I would probably be annoyed as hell, but Wolf...

"Hey Yuuri..." We turn the last corner and I can see everyone gathered around what looks like a picnic table, but before I can wave at them, Wolf gets a hold of my sleeve

"What is it Wolf?"

"Why did you lied?" What? when did I lie? I start searching my brain for the information and for Wolfram's face I figure he means why did I cover up for him with Conrart.

"I told you right? It's our secret" I wink at him, it hurt, but I think he didn't noticed. "It's our private life, they don't have to know everything about it"

Suddenly he's blushing, I didn't say anything weird, did I? Great, now I'm blushing... I can't look at him in the eyes, so now I'm looking at his mouth... bad move... really bad move...

"Good morning my little love birds, Heika, Wolfie" Lady Cheri to the rescue, I turn around to face her, forgetting about the state of the left side of my face. She lets out a high pitch squeal.

After almost half an hour, having explained my face to everyone and received massive scolding for my clumsiness, we finally begin our breakfast.

"Heika, we need to discuss the situation on the north eastern border" that low voice comes from Gwendal, who, as always, can't allow me to even have my breakfast in peace, but I understand, it's an important matter.

"Is it the humans again?" Before I can speak Wolfram asks with a scary glow on his eyes. He has come to understand what I mean with no race bias, and I think he's actually on board with my idea. But he's like a kid who likes to play soldier, well he is a soldier, but what I mean is, he lights up with the idea of kicking some ass.

"Normally we would not interfere with their conflict, being that it is a civil war within the human territory, but the issue is affecting the food plantations of one of our villages" Günter states.

"Isn't this matter under the jurisdiction of the noble family in charge of that area" I ask and suddenly every eye is on me. Lady Cheri looks worried.

"Yes Heika, but is..." Conrad looks at Wolfram.

"It's my family Yuuri" Oh crap, so it's the Bielefeld lands, how did I miss that? "Uncle can't act without your permission because it is an international matter. Besides, I would like to handle this myself, it's only a contention issue, and my guard should be more than enough" he says matter of factly.

So as usual, I'm the only one who wasn't aware of this. I didn't even saw any reports about it between my paperwork.

"Wolf I don't want you to put yourself in danger, why can't you let your uncle take care of it?" I'm not sure why, but that was a bad thing to say, Wolfram looks like I just insulted him.

"Are you saying you don't think I could handle something as simple as this?" Oh, so that's why. It's stupid and incomprehensible, but that's it.

Here it begins, our pitched battle, I say I know he can handle it but that I don't want him to. He says I don't own him and that I can't decide what he'll do. I say I'm the freaking king and last time I checked, I can decide. He tells me to try and tell him not to burn me to ashes.

And now I'm running.

So much for the little ice sculpture I wanted to give him. He'd just melt it down and throw the leftover water at my eyes.