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Chapter 3
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The curse of his powers tormented his life
Obeying the crown was a sinister price
His soul was tortured by love and by pain
He surely would flee but the oath made him stay
He's torn between his honor and the true love of his life
He prayed for both but was denied
So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind?
So many years have past, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?
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Murasame
The Flame of the East…
Untouchable demon blade,
As it is an existence that contains 'life'
It loves and yet hates humans… but exist to change someone.
It grants 'promises' to those it loves…
But brings 'disaster' to those it hates…
And…
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Blood Pledge Castle.
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Wulfric looks at everyone who at the same time looking at him...
Looking at him with wonder and astonishment.
As if what their seeing is an apparition, hallucination, or a benevolent spirit.
He doesn't like the look of 'wonder' as if he is some kind of freak and some dead coming back to life. And he so much despises the 'astonishment' as if he doesn't have the right to be here.
He raised his perfect line eyebrows to that.
Demons.
His Ada may be a Demon - but he is not one. As the son of Wolfram and Genesis he is a Half-Demon Half-God. A Demi-God.
And these Mazoku's looking at him made him glare at them. He doesn't to be look at as if he is some strange being.
As the son of Wolfram von Bielefeld - he has all the rights to be here... but in his heart - he doesnt like the place.
All in all he doesn't like what they are doing.
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Looking at him.
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With awe.
With trepidation.
With some longing...
And most of all the look from that Maou.
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He hates it.
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He was currently at the center of the Throne Room of the Maou – he was given a chair where he seats there like a Prince, a perfectly prideful Prince with that noble chin, aristocratic eyebrow, arrogant lips and that defiance look - all in all made perfect when he is being surrounded by his Five Guardians ~ The Lord King's Five.
The Lord King's Five. Gorgeous, big, and scary at the same time.
While the Blood Pledge Castle Royals are at the Maou's side looking at them - they are at the same time looking too.
He raises his eyebrow and flicks his hair – irritated – royally pissed… not knowing that small gesture brings so much emotion to the people around him.
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He heard someone gasped, but he doesnt give a damn who did that.
Gwendal, the 1st son, known to Shin Makoku as the Beast, stoic and scary, almost lost himself and run towards the haughty prince - only to be stop by Gunter's - who is currently looking and thinking logically.
Conrart, the Lion of Lütenburg – best swordsman in Shin Makoku, almost run towards the all so familiar brat's mannerism - only to be stop by a look from Yozak.
Lady Cheri is a different matter all together for she wasn't able to stop the single tear sliding from her cheeks…
But unlike her two son - she is composed – she did have the urge to hug and snuggle the little Beauty but held herself.
Because… because this is not Wolfram.
Not the haughty son of hers.
Not the 'brat' that came from her womb.
Not her Wagamama Puu who would blush and look embarrassed being hug by his Hahaue – but doesn't do anything to stop her.
Not her Wolfram who welcomes the hug - albeit hiding being embarrassed and definitely not her Wolfram who will only wail at his Hahaue! . . . This is Wulfric.
The Wulfric that came from Wolfram and Genesis.
The Prince of the Netherlands.
Same face, same bone structure, same look – but different glare from those gorgeous green eyes.
Wolfram's glare are with worry in his eyes, with controlled emotions... Wulfric's glare are with inner strength... icy emotions.
It is looking at them with cold contempt and cold stare. No warmth. No sunshine. No Wolfram… just… a face with a cold stare.
The emotionless Wolfram from long time ago.
That's how can they describe Wulfric's aura.
The Five Guardians can feel the different aura and feelings that lingers at the atmosphere, but what they don't get is the cold fury of their Prince.
Wulfric to them is never this hostile.
Never this cold.
Oh, sure a brat and a Prince all combined but he is righteous and brave – with no malice and no 'hidden' anger inside of himself.
Wulfric will always asked them about Wolfram's adventures and how Wolfram would act and do on the occasion. To them all, Wulfric adores Wolfram even though he wasn't able to be with his Ada.
They do know that Wolfram loves and nurture Wulfric when he was still inside of him. They know how Wolfram sings lullaby at night - thinking that Wolfram was just thinking of Shin Makoku - never knowing that he was singing to his baby.
Wulfric loves all stories about Wolfram. And of Wolfram and Genesis' adventure...
So this is a real puzzle to them.
Why the coldness on Wolfram's family?
Why was Wulfric not accepting?
Averan looks at his Prince's demeanour.
Puzzling... Yes... but one that he can understand.
Averan went to Wulfric's side and whisper, 'Ernil. You have to re-introduce yourself to them. And please, this time… no throwing of curses. I beg of you Ernil. Behave or I will be butchered by your Atar.'
Wulfric glance at Averan and with daggers in those gorgeous emerald eyes and not caring that he can be heard, said in his icy royally pissed-off tone voice, 'That is not my fault! That perverted prick just hug me! Hug me! Me?! A Prince and the son of Genesis and Wolfram! Being touched by some perverted asshole!'
The others look at Yuuri who blushes deep red, but didn't look away.
The Ten Nobles cant help but smile. Its like seeing a younger 'Wolfram' with major attitude and bratness that no one can be at par.
'He - well - he was just surprised,' Averan tries to smile and reason with Wulfric.
His Prince when pissed is so hard to please and to tame.
Averan looks at Ivaran and the others for help but he can only see smirks and glee on those savage's eyes.
Damn!
Draken too – a man with little words and stoic personality - becomes so different if Wulfric is involve.
They also don't like that this Maou all but hugged their Prince – they were practically the one's who raise the kid and they treat Wulfric more like a son.
'Surprise?! Surprise is when a monster pops out to your face! Surprise is when a vampire suddenly sucks your blood! Surprise isnt seeing someone and then hugging them! If that is the description of surprise - then can I pretend I was also surprise and make a barbecue out of him?'
Snickers can be heard and when Wulfric looks up – he saw smiles and misty eyes on the scary looking man with silver gray eyes and soft brown eyed soldier.
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Yuuri looks at the 'brat' seating before him.
He smiles tenderly at the way the 'brat' is behaving and those glares… so… Wolfram.
Everything about Wulfric spells Wolfram.
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If its true that Wolfram is dead, then Wulfric is his reincarnation.
No doubt about it.
He knows…
He can feel it.
There's no way in hell that Wolfram will die that easily.
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Wolfram is a fighter.
Wolfram is more than a soldier.
His Demon Prince wouldnt surrender that easily.
Wolfram will demand something from him, will insist something and will never lose a battle.
Wolfram in every words and description is a fighter.
Wolfram will not lose any battle... even in Death.
Yuuri knows deep inside of his heart - that this Wulfric is Wolfram.
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Alwin make a soft gesture and Wulfric softly caress the furry dragon that looks like a scarf around him.
Orden of the Fael spoke, 'Ernil, your Atar wont be too pleased when he heard this you know. You promise him that you will behave and that you will present yourself faultlessly… though I doubt that.' That last words were whispered and was greet by snickers by the other four.
Wulfric pursed his lips - 'Fine.'
He stands and cross his arms to his chest and with a glare looks at Yuuri: 'Once again. I am introducing myself to you lot…'
Wulfric stands and with the regality of the son of the King he stands and raise his chin and in a proud voice.
'Prince Wulfric Von Bielefeld Septuagint of the High Land Netheria, The Son of the Great King of the Netherworld, the Demi-God Genesis Septuagint, Warrior of the Gods and Titans, The Saviour of the Norns and of Wolfram von Bielefeld, 3rd Prince of Shin Makoku, Captain of the Bielefeld Army and Loyal servant of the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku.'
Yuuri's eyes twitched. Servant?
Who the hell is a servant?!
Averan nods and in turn introduce themselves to the occupants of Blood Pledge Castle.
'And we are the King's Warriors Five. I am Averan of the Keep. From the Glories of the Netherworld.' Averan bows like from the Old World – a gesture that the Netherworld still recognized. The occupants are stunned by the beauty and difference of Averan. He is like… a floating beauty. A beauty so stunning and scary at the same time. His long flowing silver hair and sharp blue eyes gave a more chilling and fearsome aura.
'Orden, from the family of The Fael.' Orden's voice is different from his fearsome and giant look. He is seven foot but he looks so majestic. Well proportioned and his voice… sweet and soothing… his black violet long hair matches the cold silver eyes.
Ivaran smiles at the ladies first that made the others rolled their eyes, 'Ivaran, of the Blooddrinker.' The ladies, maids and ladies cant help but giggle and blush at that bold gesture. Ivaran's red hair and eyes made him different and dangerous… but a different kind of dangerous… carnal and divinely sexy.
Larckwen rolled his eyes – he and Ivaran might be in competition with the ladies but his hormones doesn't like aliens. He prefers the ladies in the Netherworld. 'Larckwen Dúnedain of the North.' The others may look at Larckwen with scary eyes and fear but to those who can read an aura and personality they can see that behind the beard and mustache and that giant size – lies a man with honour and courage.
Draken moves backwards and place both his hands on Wulfric's shoulder, he can feel Wulfric's inner turmoil and aggressiveness. As if anytime their Ernil will toast the Maou. He put his hands and in an instant Wulfric's stiffness calms and a tender smile place that grim purse of their Prince's lips.
'Draken of The Knights Equitable.' Draken. When he spoke and when he places himself at Wulfric's side. One word can be uttered… Conrart. Its as if Conrart has a twin. Soft violet-red eyes, a lonely lips, a man with a hard past…
The five didn't elaborate their positions nor their personal proximity with Wulfric and Genesis and also to Wolfram – but all can see and feel that one wrong move to their Prince – hell will break loose and these Five, beautiful they may seem isnt someone to mess with.
They carry in them that cold, frightful and heavy aura. As if they have return from Hell and back and their experience isnt something to ridicule with.
Averan as the spoke person announces once again the reason of their visit, 'We have come here as our Ernil - Prince's Guardians. We will not linger, for we do not want any disturbance. We are here only to give you our Lord Wolfram's memento. And as our High King command's we present King Wolfram's hair by their son, to the Maou and that be given to his family and daughter.'
At the mention of the memento… silence and grief hangs on the air.
Its as if no one can believe the news…
No one and not one would want to break the silence.
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Lady Cheri softly spoke, her tone with controlled tears, 'H-How did… my baby die?' Cheri asked.
Silence.
The five looks at each other. Draken places his hands more onto Wulfric's body – to shield him from everyone. Draken doesn't like it when Wulfric would be expose to anyone's query.
Averan glances at Orden and nods, 'My Lady, our Prince died giving birth to his son - our Ernil… Prince… Wulfric.' Silence once again. Alwin can feel his master's pain and at the same time he can feel the spirit within his master's…
It looks like whatever is Wulfric is feeling – Murasame is feeling it too…
'Wulf… steady now… I can feel that stupid peacock…' Alwin whispers to him, Draken heard it and pulls Wulfric more into his embrace.
Yuuri's eye twitch with annoyance.
Gwendal's hands twitch – as if wanting to bury something or… someone.
Conrart's hand is steady on his sword.
'I-I don't understand. I know it's possible for a male Mazoku to give birth - but its not that deadly and though their are rare couples who would like to give birth here in Shin Makoku… W-Wolfie is strong… a-and… wait… died giving birth? How many years was that?' Gunter is at Cheri's side to support her.
If there's anyone who can support Lady Cheri its Gunter. Cheri might be older but Gunter has a more experience and the two of them can be said to have the same wavelength when it comes to certain circumstances.
Greta looks at her Father and Lady Cheri… she too is hurting…
Hurting so much that she feels suffocated.
Her eyes are watery – but as the Princess – she held her head high and listens and looks at Wulfric…
Her heart broke inside…
He looks so much – very much like Wolfram.
A younger more fresher look of Wolfram.
Wolfram in his teenage years.
But… but this is not Wolfram…
No sunshine warm green grass eyes looking at her with so much love and adoration.
No lips twitching in an annoyance – but hiding a smile in them…
No blushing cheeks when she would tease him…
No hugs…
No 'Greta dearest…'
And… no smile for her…
Just plain coldness of a stranger with the same face…
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Averan was once again who spoke for them, 'Lord Wolfram died fifteen summers ago, when he gave birth to the Heir of the Netherworld - Prince Wulfric…' He looks at everyone with cold eyes, 'Please understand that the world we live in back then wasn't a Fairy Land, its unlike Shin Makoku where laughter and joy can be heard. We are people of war… and we - well… Lord Wolfram didn't enclose to us that he was carrying the First Born when we are waging war-'
A clap of thunder suddenly stops whatever Averan is saying and Yuuri's furious shout.
Yuuri suddenly stands on his throne, 'LIE! USO! I know Wolf! And baby or not - he will never endanger his own child! He'll kill anyone - even himself if he knows he is endangering the life of a baby! Wolf wont be so damn reckless as to go to war when he's pregnant! Dammit!'
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Murata smiles at his post.
Yes it is true that Yuuri change a hundredfold since he was first declared as the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku.
The 'visitors' may have come here with the fact that they 'think' they know Wolfram but they don't know the real Wolfram when Wolfram is being his real self.
Only Yuuri would know about it.
Only Yuuri would know when 'Wolfram is Wolfram'
And yes – people of Shin Makoku and Blood Pledge Castle must have been overwhelmed with the presence of the visitors that they have forgotten all about the Maou.
The 27th Maou of Shin Makoku that almost destroy the whole world with his anguish and sorrow…
He looks at Yuuri.
For a while now, he had been feeling the vast aura – a swirling of emotions in Yuuri's.
Its amazing how Yuuri can keep his power at bay. He looks outside the window and a little dark cloud are forming outside. Yuuri may keep the power hidden to all – but the Nature has its own way of showing what he is feeling right now.
Yuuri has been silently looking at Wulfric that others forgot that the Maou and Wolfram have a special bond… even if the Maou was the one who severely cuts it.
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Orden clears his throat and put himself in front of Averan, 'That is quite true. With the little time I've know His Highness - I've never met a young man with a biting tongue and fierce temper. Even our own Lord Genesis cant get away when Lord Wolfram was royally pissed at him and even us Five here – he can cut us down anytime.'
The five exchange glances and smiles…
The past truly was haunting yet beautiful…
Averan spoke once again, not afraid of that show the Maou show them, he isn't Averan of the Keep if a little thing like thunder can scares him.
Heck – he had face a thousand monsters and giants to last him a lifetime, 'But it's also true that he didn't enclose his situation to us… When I question His Highness, he answered with firmness and calmness, 'Its because of the war. We… we are all hoping for peace…' When he was pregnant – we are not just in a middle of an ordinary war. It was reaching Peace. The Great War of the Gods are nearing its end… Lord Wolfram-'
Once again Averan wasn't able to finish his sentence when Yuuri cuts in.
'So what?! I don't care what your saying! This Genesis! That bastard! Why didn't he even notice Wolf was pregnant?!' Before Averan can say anything or even the others – Wulfric angrily nudge our off Draken's embrace and steps forward.
His icy voice and deadly glare looks at the Maou with so much vicious and fire, 'Oi! You blasted bastard King! Don't you dare talk to my Beloved Father that way! It wasn't my Father's fault that he didn't notice! Ada was so small – so they say – nobody will ever notice he was carrying me! Even in his six months pregnant and that didn't stop them making out-mggghhh!' Draken and Orden put their hands on Wulfric's mouth.
The whole castle suddenly blush with those words.
Yuuri's eyes twitch once again flexing his hand angrily as if anytime lighting will burst out..
Lady Cheri even in her tears cant help but feel happy for her baby.
Averan who blushes keeps his composure and almost face palms with Wulfric's outspoken nature. 'Please Ernil. Let me do the talking.'
He let out a tire sigh. Touching his forehead.
Its not in his nature to wish for anything – but his so damn glad that Wolfram and Wulfric isnt on the same room or at the same time…
If by any chance of the God that Wolfram and Wulfric would be in the same room and in the same situation – the Five of them wouldn't be enough to stop any carnage.
Just imagine – Wolfram, the Fire Demon Prince and Wulfric, the Chaoskampf God…
Wolfram & Wulfric.
Disaster is the only outcome.
Not to mention that just a mere bad mouthing of Genesis (whoever they are) would earn not just a kick on the hide but also a burning blast.
No one – as in – no one is allowed to badmouth the 'Atar of the Prince' or hell will break loose.
Wulfric has an extreme Father Complex.
In his eyes no one can compare to Genesis.
No one – not even the Maou.
'Lord Wolfram was thinking about the future. Netherworld isn't like this Shin Makoku… Your world is full of wonder, peace, loving people and all those in fairy lands… Please understand that the Great War wasn't like that of your war. I have known the war of Shin Makoku through Lord Wolfram's knowledge. You have suffered greatly and lost so many lives. But in the Netherworld – its different. Soul, spirit, famine and disaster… Everything is dark, everything is hungry and everything is evil. There are only a few who fights back and wanting the peace. There is always darkness and sadness… We have bloodshed everywhere. People are dying, creatures, fairies, all the Glories and the Light and Dark are disappearing… Lord Genesis was our Light. He was a fearful and divine creature. The only Beast King who wanted peace… Lord Wolfram chooses to fight alongside our God King… he gave birth to our Ernil when he was on his 7th month…'
Gisela and the others gasped out loud, 'Oh Great Shinou! Kaka gave birth prematurely!'
Averan look at the Healer with sad eyes, 'Aye. It was chaos, but the death of our Beloved Wolf… of our Prince wasn't in vain…'
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The Five looks at each other.
That's the only thing they will enclose to the strangers.
They may be their Prince Wolfram's family - but they aren't Wulfric's.
Can these people in Shin Makoku really be able to understand what real 'War' is?
Famine.
Carnage.
Death.
Despair.
Agony.
Everything in total darkness and chaos?
No.
They wouldn't understand what really brought the end of the war…
It was Wolfram.
Wolfram's death.
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Wolfram's death brought the end of the war…
When Genesis lost his beloved soulmate - he was enraged and like a wild beast - destroyed everything for forty days and forty nights…
Genesis transforms from a Beast to a Wild ravaging monster that burns and kills anyone on his path.
No one can stop him.
Even the Five of them… they were hurled and was severely injured…
Draken almost lost his head, a scar on his chest and neck from Genesis' razor sharp claws…
Larckwen did lost his arm, it was stitched back by Averan.
They have lost three fourth of the soldier who were trying to stop Genesis from destroying the High King Castle and the whole Netherworld.
The enemies died - each one of them... They were trying to stop Genesis to destroying the whole family - but it was hard...
Genesis as a beast was a scary creature…
But Genesis as a monster was gigantic and deadly.
And Genesis who lost his heart was nothing compared to all creatures.
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Unstoppable.
Deadly.
Warrior.
No Heart.
Soulless.
Long furry silver hair.
Bloodshot eyes in slits.
A raging Beast with no consciousness.
Everything was in ashes.
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Even the combination of the Knights, Glories, Toths, Bright Ones and all other creatures weren't able to stop the grieving heart of a mad man…
Everything was put into fire, cold, chaos and darkness…
Everything was about to end… until…
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A wail.
A cry.
A baby's cry.
The first cry of the premature baby made Genesis stop.
The raging beast suddenly look backs and runs –
As fast as the wind can get him…
As fast as the light can make him…
He went to the Glories Forest, where Wolfram was pronounced dead…
He then saw a light…
A light that washes away his anger and pain… A light that gave the dying world… HOPE.
He kneels before the crying baby…
Skin as white as the moon…
Lips as red as blood…
Hair - golden like the sun…
And when the baby opens its eyes… green.
His heart almost stop.
Brilliant shining prideful emerald green like the forest...
Genesis' beastly form transforms into man…
Held the baby to his chest and both weep…
Cry for their lost beloved… Wolfram von Bielefeld.
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The raging Beast wept and held his newborn son… and promise that never – no one and not even a speck of dust will ever befall his son…
He swore to his every fibre that Wulfric will have the best on life.
He'd rather die than let his son be hurt in any ways…
Wulfric is his life and his only reason of being alive.
He had lost Wolfram… the love of his life… the Demon Prince who accepts him and who had learn to love him… passionately and quite dangerously…
The little Jewel in his arms let out a small sneeze that made the Beast smiles…
'Wulfric…'
Averan and the others were startled when Genesis spoke.
'His name is Wulfic. The Heir of the Netherworld. The Saviour… and the Hope of our people.'
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Lady Cheri broke the silence, 'Then… my baby suffered so much…' She touches her chest as if her heart will tore at any moment.
Greta held Gisela and Anissina's hand… She feels so much pain…
How can Wolfram be alone…
She's the daughter… while she was here smiling, laughing and loving her comfort and luxury… her Papa Wolfram was suffering… was fighting… was saving a world…
Lady Cheri delicately put her hand on her mouth – to stop her sniffles…
But tears… sweet lonely tears slowly descends…
When they announce that Conrart died, she felt her heart crumbles but had accepted it. Conrart and Gwendal always have that edge and she knows that the moment Conrart and Gwendal committed themselves to the Kingdom – she will lose them one day…
But never Wolfram.
Gwendal and Conrart have been doing their best and damnest to protect their baby brother.
They were spoiling him in their own special way.
Learning that her baby son was gone just made her spirit feel so empty…
Gwendal cleared his throat and watches Wulfric. Its as if seeing Little Wolfram… His baby brother. 'Where is his body?'
Ivaran answered that particular question, 'Traditional to all of us High Landers – we burn the body, so it will be embraced by Eru Ilúvatar.'
Gasped and a feel of outraged fills the air.
Yuuri was so angry and cant believe that the body of Wolfram was burn into ashes – in a cold voice, 'What? He should be here. His body-'
Wulfric cuts whatever the Maou was about to say, 'Ashes remains with my Atar. You have no right with my Ada's ashes.' Wulfric looks at the Maou with cold contempt.
Its been a while now…
But the people at Blood Pledge cant help but wander why the Prince of the Netherworld have this great animosity towards their Maou.
They don't know why the Prince seems to be at edge and seethes with raw anger with the Maou.
The Five looks at each other and shrugged. Wulfric wasnt someone so petty that he will loath the Maou from just hugging him awhile ago…
It seems like Wulfric's anger is deep down.
Wulfric spoke once again, 'The last memento of my Ada is to be given to the Maou. As its obeisance, the Maou should be handing my Ada's last piece to his family. I don't know about your rules but Ada's hair should stay with his Naneth.'
Gunter was fascinated by the words and would want to learn them as fast as he could, 'Naneth?'
Averan supplied, 'Mother.'
Lady Cheri looks at Wulfric and slowly walks.
The Five bows to the woman who gave birth to their Prince.
The Grandmother of their Hope.
Wulfric raises his face and looks at the woman who has bright green eyes and golden hair.
Ivaran whispers, 'You two look alike.'
Larckwen is still in awe. This woman is the mother of three. 'Aye. The resemblance is uncanny…' Cheri smiles so beautifully and made the others blush.
'Wolfie looks like me… but with the attitude and temperament of his father. Hello Wulfric my dear. I am Cheri von Spitwerg. I am your Grandmother… I know my little Wolfie can produce a magnificent heir – but this is so much better. You are so beautiful… And I can see that your Father have been taking good care of you… Welcome to Shin Makoku my dear Wulfic.'
Wulfric bows. But no more.
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Wulfric didn't spoke or move. He doesn't know the woman in front of him.
Lady Cheri smiles and approaches them 'Can I hug you?'
Wulfric frowns and was confused for a moment… HUG? He looks at Averan on what to do.
Cheri felt a pain inside of her chest…
Averan whispers to their Prince, 'I think hugging here is a custom. Its like a greeting'
Wulfric was once again confused. Hugging as a greeting? 'But she's a stranger. The only people I hug is Atar, Orden and you.'
Averan smiles with those words, 'She is your Grandmother Ernil… you can be close to her.'
Wulfric stiffens and in a cold voice, 'Getting close to her when I'm about to leave? No thank you.' Cheri gasped.
So were the others.
Yuuri steps down and walks towards Wulfric and the others.
'You're leaving?!' Cheri's voice is teary and the people of Blood Pledge knows how much she is holding herself.
Averan spoke with clarity, 'Aye. We are only here to impart the memento. We must be on our way.' Cheri, Conrart and Gwendal halt the idea. 'WAIT! Don't go!'
'Please… please stay for a while… I want to know about my son… about my Wolfie and you… Wulfric. You have a beautiful name...'
Wulfric was uneasy and don't know what to do. This is not part of their plan. All they have in their agenda is to deliver the memento and they will be off leaving. He doesn't like to linger.
He doesn't like to stay.
And he doesn't like the way the 27th Maou is looking at him… as if he will devour him anytime.
Can't anybody notice that?
Its disgusting and vulgar.
Looking at him as if he wants to lock him up… so much possessiveness on those eyes…
Its freaky and disturbing.
Let's eat him first.
Murasame whispers to him. Wulfric shook his head, Idiot. His a freaking King here.
As if I care what he is. He's power and aura looks tasty.
Wulfric sighs and didn't answer that. He looks at Lady Cheri and in a firm voice, 'Lady, I may look like Ada, but I am nothing like him. I am different and I do not want you getting more hurt or disappointment.'
Cheri smiles warmly, 'You wont disappoint me… its just that… I want to know you… even in a little time. You have to understand that I – we just want to hear everything from you… Its just a silly wish… a silly desire from little old me…'
Cheri said this with so much passion and in teary eyes that made Wulfric's heart thump with longing…
A woman…
His Grandmother.
He was raised with men and the women in their Land are all just after his father…
Averan and the others can feel Wulfric's inner turmoil, 'Ernil? This is your decision. Whatever you desire, we abide it.'
'Think wisely little Prince. Your Ada awaits for you…' Draken spoke this time. He glares at the Maou who has been looking at Wulfric with so much longing that he was confused too.
Just what are those emotion inside of the Maou's eyes?
They know that Genesis and Wolfram are the promise 'couple' the soulmate…
Why does the Maou have to care about so much?
How come the Maou spoke with so much emotion when it comes to Wolfram?
Just who is this Maou?
What is his relationship with their Prince?
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'Till dinner. I can only offer till dinner and nothing more. My Atar awaits for my return. And I want to return as soon as possible,' Wulfric said with finality.
And when Wulfric say something, this is none negotiable.
He wants to go back… he wants to go back where Genesis is…
With his Atar – Genesis, he can feel warmth and so much happiness… As if tomorrow will always be better and nothing can ever harm him.
Genesis is the only one who can give him happiness.
'Then till dinner. Gunter, please tell the maids and the others that we have Guest and that I would like dinner to be with family only. Please tell the Nobles that they can dine at the Royal Chamber, but tell Woltrona that he is to dine with us. He is after all family,' Yuuri said and Gunter nodded.
Yuuri looks at Wulfric and felt a twinge of pain and yes - crazy it may sound - but he felt so much jealousy when Wulfric mentions oh so tenderly the word: 'Atar and Genesis…'
Cheri was beaming with happiness, ''Oh dinner it is! I want to hear so much…'
'But please forgive us - we believe we have interrupted a ritual or celebration?' Orden ask, they did interrupt something.
'The other Nobles can handle it - Wolfram's story is far more important.' Cheri wave her hand. And that closes any arguments.
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How are you, my love?
Tears are forming as I look at the sky again
Just by looking, the memories flow
A day without you is so painful, the longing rises
Love is crying and being scattered in the wind
It becomes the cloud and follows that path
I look at you from far away, you who asked not to be forgotten
My tears, my sad memories, my love whom I miss
I always draw you out from under the same sky
Yes, I live in pain like this
A day passes but sadness comes again
It's so hard that I could die, my love
Because you're not here, I feel like crying
Though it hurts, though it's sad, I think of you
How are you, my love? My love, whom I miss
I always draw you out from under the same sky
Yes, I live in pain like this
Again today, I live in pain
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Royal Dining Room.
Blood Pledge Castle ~ Shin Makoku.
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Dinner at the Royal Household proceed with no problem.
Foods are being line up, and because Doria, Lasagna and the others made an effort to show case their capability in the cooking Shin Makoku delicacies, the table are full of food.
Foods are everywhere. Bratkartoffeln, fried potatoes, often with diced bacon and/or onions. Hendl, whole grilled chicken marinated with pepper and other spices. Kartoffelsalat, potato salad in a cream or mayonnaise dressing and in meat broth is served with Königsberger Klopse, cooked meatballs served in a white sauce with capers. Pellkartoffeln, potatoes boiled and some are steamed served with Quark and linseed oil and butter.
The maids smile when they brought the Sauerbraten, their specialty, a beef pot roast marinated in vinegar, water, spices and seasonings.
For their desserts Effe prepared Mohnkuchen, a poppy seed cake. Quarkkuchen, a cheesecake made from quark (cheese) either with pie crust (usually shortcrust pastry). There's also a German Chocolate Cake, from Murata's mother, the cake is a layered, chocolate cake filled and topped with a coconut-pecan frosting. Black Forest gâteau, consists of several layers of chocolate cake, with whipped cream and cherries, strawberries and blue berries between each layer and the cake is decorated with additional whipped cream, maraschino cherries, and chocolate shavings.
For the drinks, Murata and Gunter told the maids to prepare a strong liquor for the guest. From the looks of the men of Netherworld - it would be a joke to serve them their usual wine… So they served them Gwendal's finest liquor: Henri Jayer Richebourg Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits; Egon Muller-Scharzhof Scharzhofberger Riesling Trockenbeerenauslese; Weingut Donnhoff Oberhauser Brucke Riesling Eiswein.
If these men wont even budge then they are monsters from hell.
Those wine are not just expensive but also, quite famous for their richness and beautiful texture.
The Guardians and Wulfric can only shrugged their shoulders, the food being serve are usually seen on the local tavern in their world. This is not extraordinary. This is just a common food for them – but to respect the people around them they nod and just eat away.
Larckwen chuckles and whispers to Draken and Ivaran that the wine being serve taste like Wulfric's milk. Its not even hitting them strong.
Averan can only shook his head and he agrees with Larckwen though, the wine may taste good but this is not the usual strong wine for them. Its like babies milk.
Wulfric looks at the food being serves, he smiles when he saw a common looking chicken meat. He doesn't know what the people in Shin Makoku eats – but if these people are still alive and eating properly then they are not serving them something abhorrent.
The Blood Pledge people on the other hand cant help but admire the manners of the guest.
Sure, they are from other world – Yuuri and the others are actually expecting barbarians way of eating like the usual thing he saw in movies – but they have better manner.
Cheri cant eat… its more like the excitement of knowing about Wolfram and Wulfric.
'Tell me how did my baby Wolfie fare on his first months there?'
The Five looks up and chuckles.
'Baby Wolfie?' Wulfric mumbles that made his face red. If his Ada will hear those words – he might throw some fit and be embarrassed.
'How can we explain in one full sentence… hmmm,' Ivaran and Larckwen chuckles and supplied the answer: 'Beautiful like an angel but a demon in nature.'
The Five burst on laughing and made the others smile too.
Averan spoke with so much warmth… Wolfram and him didn't get along at first. Not because he had some feelings to Genesis but because Wolfram was stubborn and his heart was always in the right place.
When all of them are planning to wage war – Wolfram would ask about the people.
About the people who would suffer.
In a cold menacing voice, Wolfram told them: 'People aren't tools nor pawns. They have life and unlike us – they live a short life. I have learn in a hard way that not everything can be solve by war… sometimes… more times… it can be won by friendly smile – goofy smile and talk. Let's reach out first to them. Let's not solve war with war. Nothing will come out of it but bloodshed and tears…'
Words that struck at them.
Deep.
Resounding.
And full of heart.
Years passed – Genesis did choose the rightful soulmate.
Wolfram – the Brave.
'Ano… anone… did… did Papa Wolf talk about us?' Greta asked in a small voice.
Everyone looks at her.
She is no longer the little girl that everyone can shield and pamper…
She is the Princess with so much attitude and pride inherited from the Demon Prince.
Orden spoke to answer her, 'He does… You are Greta. His beloved daughter, his little sunshine. We do get to talk and we know that he loves you very much…'
Greta beams with happiness.
Orden and the others know that Greta hold a special part in Wolfram's heart.
Wolfram would tell them about his adoptive daughter and how he wished and prayed that every child in the Netherworld would have the same life and smile of his little Greta.
'Then let me ask – how is my Ada here?' Wulfric asked them and the table suddenly burst out of laughter.
Everyone looks at the brothers.
Gwendal – the man with so much wrinkled and scary face broke a smile and told his nephew, 'Wolfram… his the most stubborn brat. He will not give up and has a lot of pride in him… he is the cutest creature I have ever seen… well… now that you're here – I can say that you are more cuter than him.'
Conrart chuckles, 'Wolfram is a man with a great pride. He takes pride not only in his lineage but also in his Maryoku and knowledge in the art of fighting. He was the Captain of the Bielefeld Army here in Shin Makoku – powerful wielders raging from Fire, Water and Wind.'
'Yes, yes! I know that – but how was he?'
So Wolfram.
Wulfric smile and pouts at the same time.
He had heard so many stories from his Atar and the others regarding his beautiful Ada.
Averan spoke, and in his beautiful melodic voice he told them of Wolfram's first few months in the Netherworld.
'The Prince was as stubborn as our King had said. He refuses to rest and be left on the High Castle. He fights and he is not one shy about his feelings. He will voice out circumstances and opinions in a matter of war and tactics. I dare say that our Prince is a good strategist too. He told us fondly that certain wars can win by swords – but others can be won by smile and diplomacy…'
The Royalties looks at Yuuri… who is smiling so sadly and beautifully…
It looks like Yuuri had influenced Wolfram… and that influence he had carried out into the other world.
'He was a very powerful Demon. In our world – being able to control fire is something of an amazing feat and a gift. Only to those been blessed by the Gods can magnificently control an Elemental Energy… There are some Fire Wielders in our World, but the Prince is different… Prince Wolfram was a strong fire wielder and many have build a shrine in honour of him.'
Wulfric smiles, he visits most of the shrines and he smiles when he saw children plays there, they all fondly called it 'Lair of the Wolf', it is very wide, spacious with a centre pool, flowers are everywhere.
Wolfram's Temple is massive and very beautiful. It was built by Genesis only. He had put Wolfram's sword and scabbard at the centre of the temple and a statue of wolfram.
Wolfram's statue is very beautiful, it was sculpted in a pose where Wolfram's right hand is holding a fire - there really is a fire burning at the statue. It becomes the 'Light' of the Temple.
Orden and the other Glories visited the temple and eloquently described it as 'of such extraordinary construction that it is not possible to describe it with a pen, particularly since it is like no other building in the Netherworld. It has columns and decoration and all the refinements which the human genius can conceive of.'Their words still rang true today.
Genesis put his devotion and love on building the Temple… where children are welcome to play, to rest and to stay the night…
Some of the people offers not gold nor food – but flowers.
Wolfram wouldn't like it when they give him food and gold and silver. He was stern and adamant that the needy should not give anything to him – but for themselves. When the people would ask what then can they give their saviour, Wolfram then smiles and told them that little flowers will do.
And so the shrine will be full of different flowers:
Yellow Acacia, Adam's Needle, little Adonis, colorful Alliums, beautiful Alstroemeria, the immortal love Amaranth, the fragile Anemone, the diffident of love Apricot Blossom, the patient Aster, the innocent Baby's breath, the deep thinking Begonia, the childish Buttercup, the adorable White and Red Camellia, the unforgettable Carnation, the exciting Chrysanthemum, the four leaf Clover, the peaceful Cosmos, the spirited Freesia, Marigold, Maple, the serene Mimosa, the happy Peony, the lovely roses in different colours, and the beautiful remembering Yellow Zinnia.
'He was a surprise to all of us. He is brave and has the heart of gold. He will not let any innocent suffers. And he was our Hope – for he gave Hope to our Land and to Genesis.'
Wulfric added, 'They are the perfect soulmate. Genesis can only be complete with Wolfram, and they say that Ada's smile is like a ray of sunhine. So the people say in our world. They are always together… My Atar love my Ada even today… he never looks at any woman nor man. He never cheats even my Ada is dead.'
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The words rang…
The words cuts deep…
The words are true…
And it hurts… hurts someone…
All who knows about the past looks at Yuuri.
Yuuri looks at Wulfric.
The others who were talking and chattering went into silent.
The Five notices it too and looks at the Maou.
Wulfric felt the silence and looks up…
He saw the Maou looking at him.
He doesn't know the words in those eyes or the emotions…
But Wulfric looks at the Maou with defiance.
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Yuuri slowly stands and went into Wulfric's side.
Everyone was in high tension.
Gwendal and Conrart are very alert.
Wulfric may not be Wolfram – but no one can ever dare harm their nephew.
'Nee Wulfric. You seem to love Wolfram despite not knowing him. Before you go – I would like to give you something. It was actually a gift. From me to Wolfram. I never had the chance to give this to him… but it would be a great honour for me to give it to you… his son,' Yuuri said in a light tone, full of friendliness and happiness. As if this is Wolfram is he talking to.
Wulfric was confused, he glance towards the Maou, 'Uhm, sure. I mean – alright. If its for my Ada, I'll gladly accept it and it would be place upon his altar.'
Yuuri smiles so dashingly, 'Perfect. Actually its just in my study room. I would like for you to accompany me.'
The Five stands and was about to say that they will join the Maou and their Prince when the Maou held his hand, 'I would very much appreciate it if your Prince will accompany me… alone. It's a private and personal gift to Wolfram. Pardon me that I don't like showing it to others.'
Draken cleared his throat, 'We understand Your Majesty, but our Prince is never to be left alone.'
Yuuri smiles so innocently and sweetly, 'He is not alone. I am with him. And no harm can befall your Prince inside my Castle. This is Blood Pledge Castle and one of the holiest place. And Wulfric is Wolfram's son… nothing can ever harm him.'
The Five would have argue when Lady Cheri spoke, 'Yuuri and Wolfram were the best of friends. They are always together and share so many adventures… Nee Wulfiie – if you want to hear about Wolfram – Yuuri is the best person to ask. Wolfram can only be honest with Yuuri… also if I'm not mistaking – Wolfie left his diary and I think Maou Heika have it with him,' Lady Cheri smiles so sweetly and talk in a sing song voice.
Wulfric's heart thump.
Wolfram's Diary!
Wolfram's adventures!
This Maou knows about Wolfram's life here in Shin Makoku…
Something that he had never knew…
His reasoning and his cautiousness are waging war…
He knows that he must stay out of the Maou – for he fears the man… but… but Wolfram's life and DIARY!
The thing that he wanted!
Wolfram kept a Diary in the Netherworld – but its start from there… he wanted to know more about his Ada…
His past.
His likes.
His trouble.
His worries.
His dream…
For as long as he remembers he felt that he need to know the past of his Ada…
Its as if there's a void inside of him – he needs to fill it and the only thing that would fill it is Wolfram's past.
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'I will go.'
'But Ernil!'
'Shush. I am safe and do you think I am not capable of protecting myself if danger comes?' Wulfric asked icily.
Averan stops the argument of the four and told Wulfric, 'We will await you here. Everyone, trust our Ernil.' The last line was spoken in their language.
Averan looks at the four so sweetly that they all snigger.
Wulfric has Alwin and Murasame…
Especially Murasame…
One wrong move and the Maou will be burned, toast, fried and serve as dinner.
The others look when Yuuri and Wulfric walks toward the door.
Yuu and Wolf.
They look so much like the old Yuuri and Wolfram combo.
The difference is no 'CHEATER! WIMP!' and no Wolfram dragging their Maou by the ear.
Only cold atmosphere lingers at the two.
Distant and strangers.
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Yuuri and Wulfric were about to exit the Royal Dining Hall when hurried footsteps and a bang of the door surprises them.
Soldiers and the loyal soldier Dacauscos were frantic, 'Heika! Maou Heika! Monsters! Come quickly please! Weller-Kyo! Von Voltaire-Kyo! The army! Half of them are paralyzed! Others - others are eaten!'
'What?!' Gunter, Gwendal and Conrart stands and walk towards a bloodied Dacauscos.
Conrart looks up at the ceiling and nods.
Yozak go on ahead to scout the area.
'What is going on?!' Gwendal ask in the most authoritative voice.
'GIANT! It was so big and hideous! I have never seen anything like it before Kaka!'
'Giant?' Wulfric asked the baldy soldier, 'Care to explain.'
The others looks at Wulfric who asked in a tone not surprise nor scared.
'I have never seen something so big and ugly! They – they are covered in yellow mashes! They have long snout! And – '
'Frowth Giants,' Draken said that made them look at him.
'F-Frow what?' Yuuri asked.
Draken stands and walks toward Dacascos, 'Is it roughly twenty feet tall and eight feet wide? Is it covered in yellow fur? With long snout?'
'Yes! Yes! I have never seen anything like it!'
Draken looks at Wulfric, 'Ernil. Those are Frowth Giants.'
Wulfric nods, 'But what are they doing here?'
'Wait! Wait – I don't know what you are talking about – but please care to explain and how do you know those creatures?' Gunter asked.
Larckwen stands and walks toward Wulfric - he doesn't like this events. 'Frowth Giants are extremely large creatures, their huge size and strength makes them useful in labor and in combat. They have sharp teeth – but extremely dumb too. But when they are commanded they are loyal and will see to it that they finished their task.'
'The question is – what the hell are they doing here?' Ivaran asked. They look at him whose in the large glass window – Ivaran has the Blooddrinker's eyes – meaning – he can see far more the human eye – more than a hawk can see.
'Iva, is it really them? How many can you see?'
See?
The others look once again at the red hair and red eyed man.
'Twenty – roughly and they are wreaking havoc as we speak.'
'Let's go!' Wulfric said and was about to exit the door when Yuuri's hand held him.
'Stop.'
'What?'
'Listen here Wulfric, you are not allowed to go outside, even if you know those creatures, they are here in my world. You are not allowed to fight nor be harm. I will handle this.'
Wulfric's vein pop with that massive egotistic command.
'Listen here Maou, you are not my liege nor I am under you to be commanded.'
'Wulfric you are under my care!'
'Excuse me Maou Heika, but Wulfric is our Prince and he is under our care,' Draken said and stand in the front.
'Listen here kid, I don't know what power you have or how strong you are but – we are wasting out time here,' Orden said and nods towards a fire at the village.
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The village huts and houses are burning, people are screaming – the Frowth Giants are massive and totally gigantic.
Giants to the very word.
Gwendal and Conrart had never seen anything like them, Hube and Yozak are battling one Giant and its like battling a wall so thick.
Yuuri raise his hand and water drops on the land.
The fire ceases but the Giants continued to run rampage.
'Yozak! I will handle that! Secure the people!' Conrart shouted and replace Yozak who nods.
Yozak and the other soldier went to the houses and looks in them one by one to check for villagers.
Gunter and Gwendal are having a hard time defeating one Giant, even with Gwendal's Earth Maryoku – the Giant simply swat them out.
'Draken, Ivaran, Larckwen – put them all to sleep.' Wulfric said and Yuuri and the others look at Wulfric.
Is he insane?
How can a three guys – even tall as them can defeat this hideous creatures?!
'Yosh! Work work work! Okay you small people – move out of the way – I don't like you getting in my way!' Ivaran said and the four chuckles, Wulfric grins.
'Maou, I think you better call your people out – they need to back out Iva, Drake and Lacrk can take care of it.'
'Eh? But – but there are twenty of them?!'
'Piece of cake.' Wulfric said with a grin.
Yuuri looks at the battle before him and even the Great Gwendal von Volatire and the greatest swordsman seems no match to the Giants.
'ShinMa! Fall back! Fall back!'
Gwendal and the others heard and they fall back.
The Giants roared with a vicious voice and was about to run towards them when Ivaran suddenly with a speed of light came to the front and unsheathes his sword and cut the Giants in half – splatter of blood showers the others.
'Eeeewwwww!' Dacascos and the others said – because the blood of the Giants are not red but all in slimy green.
Ivaran grins because before the blood even hits him – he was out cutting three Giants.
Draken was fast enough for the others and with his double edge sword slices the Giants into quarters.
Wulfric grins while looking at the Shin Makoku people – who are awestruck and with their jaws dropping.
They should never underestimate them Highlanders.
Larckwen faces five Giants and with a flash of light – the five giants suddenly – just suddenly sprouts blood all over.
'The hell happen?' some asked.
Larckwen was so fast that they didn't see how did he do it.
How was he able to cut the five Giants in a matter of seconds no one knows.
The Giants ruins the whole village – Wulfric grits his teeth with anger. He just saw a rag doll – being step by a Giant.
Poor doll.
He just hope that the little girl who owns it is safe and far from them.
'Okay that's the last of them!' Ivaran said while he stands atop a Giant.
Averan's heart thump with danger.
'That's not the last!' he shouted and out of nowhere – a Giant – thirty feet high Giant with armor emerge and was runs towards Wulfric and Yuuri.
'Heika!'
'Ernil!'
'Tch! Doitsumo Koitsumo!' Wulfric said in the most irritated, royally pissed tone that made Yuuri and the others looks at him…
Japanese.
Did they heard that right?
Wulfric just said something in Japanese…
Yuuri was about to ask when suddenly the Frowth Giant blow its mouth and blasting them with freezing icicles.
'Damn freaking Frowth Frost! MURASAME!' Wulfric shouted.
Yuuri and the others stood there – awe and in wonder when Wulfric's right hand suddenly glows red. From his right hand – a glowing red slit eye appears.
Tattoo of the Ancient Time suddenly appears on Wulfric's whole right arm and wings! – enormous wings sprout from his skin – and from the eyes – beak, mouth, a screech – a cry of anger and war… Yuuri and the others stared in horror – its like Wulfric's whole arm would bleed – by that thing coming out of his arms – but Wulfric's grinning face what most made them bewildered.
'Wake up Murasame!' An enormous winged snake-dragon appears before them. Wulfric says and his face never changing – but all the others were stunned when Wulfric's emerald green eyes glow in gold.
Yuuri and the others are shock to see a grinning Wulfric – its like he is enjoying the fight.
Well, he will enjoy slicing a Giant one of two – after he was pissed so much.
He doesn't know but he really feels irritated right now!
Murasame lets out a screech that sends the other beast howling, it flies to them and with its enormous wings burns the beast's furs.
Wulfric grins and runs towards the beast – and when a Frowth Giant came forward – instead of slowing down he grins and jumps in the air and Murasame transforms into a long blade – a katana blade like a Japanese Nochi.
'Die!'
Wulfric cuts the Giant with his Murasame.
It cuts clean and when the Giant went down – it burns… for as always Murasame's cut always burns.
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Wulfric stands behind a burning Giant.
The others was so awe and was struck with what they have witness…
Wulfric grins and the sword suddenly vanished to transform into a medium size winged snake-dargon.
'Aren't you going to eat them?' Wulfric asked a now transformed Murasame.
Murasame let out a bored yawn and looks at the Giants.
'Not my thing. They are hard to digest.'
Everyone was shock to see the Snake-Dragon talk.
'W-what the hell?' Yuuri asked.
Wulfric and the others looks at the Shin Makoku people.
'This is Murasame. My sword. Oi! Greet them.'
'Can I eat them?' Murasame looks at the tasty feast in front of him.
'Idiot! They are not to be eaten. They are humans you know!'
'So what?! I'm a carnivore! And stupid humans have a special side in my stomach'
'Stupid dragon!' Alwin said that made them gasped once again. The scarf like fur suddenly raise its head and looking at it closely – its more like a rabbit than a scarf!
'At least I'm useful instead of that rabbit dragon of yours!'
Alwin screeched, 'Don't compare me to you – you ugly monster! I'm perfectly tame and pretty!'
Murasame grins wickedly and flap its wing, 'I'll eat you!'
Wulfric knocks Murasame's head. 'Sleep. It's still the New Moon. Sorry for calling you out.' Murasame looks at Wulfric's eyes, 'You're lucky I love you… well… good night.'
Murasame softly touch Wulfric's cheek with its snout.
'Night night Murasame…'
Murasame encircle his body to Wulfric, but looks at the people around him with sharp slit eyes – as if saying – Touch Wulfric and all of you die – before he embed himself inside of the Prince's hand.
Gunter asked, 'May we ask what is that thing?' Never had he seen nor witness such extraordinary phenomenon.
Never had Shin Makoku have that kind of ability nor Maryoku.
'Murasame.' Wulfric said with a smile – proud and unyielding.
'Err… we meant – what is that thing?'
Wulfric looks at them as if they are daft, then this is not the Netherworld so might as well tell them, 'Murasame is my other half. It is a living spirit sword. Murasame came to me when I was born… No one knows how it came… but it came… some says it was from my Ada's prayer…'
'Amazing!' Gunter is still in awe.
Conrart and Gwendal looks at the tattooed arm of their nephew and thinks of another sword – though it is not part of the body, it is uncompromising and powerful. The sword that is currently at the Maou's Chamber resting for a moment… the sword: Mullem Desoive Eligh Morgif. The Demon Sword of the Maou. Only a Maou can wield it and unleash its indestructible power.
Though Morgif can communicate – only the Maou can understand him.
All they can hear are moans – sounding of a lecherous old man.
Whereas, the sword Murasame of Wulfric, can transform into a snake-dragon and also be part of Wulfric's body.
'It is truly a magnificent sword.'
'Kaka! What are we going to do with the body? Should we bury it?' a loyal soldier of the Voltaire Army asked.
'We should burn it,' Orden said. 'A Frowth Giant's bacteria can infect the livestock of your people. Burying them is a bad idea. Burning them will be the best option.'
Gwendal nods, 'Send me a Fire Wielder now!'
'No need,' Wulfric said and the others looks at him.
He moves towards the Frowth Giant's and raise his hand:
'Flames of Darkness I call upon, answer to your Master hear me now - the Flame of Oblivion show me now - turn into ashes thy conquest - appear before me now - Escaflowne!'
And suddenly a burning live fire surrounds him and a screech of a snake-dragon appears before them. 'Turn them to ashes' Wulfric commands and Escaflowne – the Fire Snake-Dragon spread its wings and all Frowth Giants turns into ashes.
'Fire…' Yuuri whispered.
When Wulfric was surrounded by Fire – he felt the presence of Wolfram.
Yuuri looks at Wulfric.
Wulfric and Wolfram.
Same element.
But with so many questions.
'Gentlemen, it looks like our business here is not yet over.' Averan said and the others looks at him and he pointed upwards.
All looks up to see a beautiful snowy owl.
'Asha!' Wulfric exclaimed.
Asha – the snowy owl is Genesis' messenger – spiritual messenger.
Averan held his hand high and the owl landed on his arm not before the owl gave the letter to him.
Averan opens the letter and looks at Wulfric.
'We are not yet to leave Ernil. Another portal opens. And this is not done by Lord Genesis.'
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