So Lots a Bishie!

By:WhiteGloves

Behold- the conclusion!

I now give you~


Chapter Seven: Three-Ways-Match

Yuri raised his sword, Morgif, and then made a slashing attack on the wind.

"That's just pathetic!" Wolfram observe as he leaned on his knees while watching the King train. They were both outside the grounds in the middle of the afternoon that day. Yuri has been practicing for almost an hour while the blond boy sat watching in the balcony pane. "You won't even be able to put a scratch on him with a pathetic swing like that!"

"Well, thanks for the encouragement!" Yuri retorted as he looked at Wolfram, "I've been doing my best if you haven't notice! The least you could do is to praise me!"

"How can I praise something that is so wimpy?" Wolfram asked with a serious frown.

"Stop saying that word! Are you really on my side!"

"Of course, I am! Seeing as you implored me to stay with you, then of course I will. It's my sworn duty to protect you, after all."

"Imploring is how you'd describe it, huh?" Yuri sighed inaudibly, and then muttered to himself, "Man… I don't even know what got to me, saying those stuff…"

"Saying those stuff?"

"Ignore me. Its just that I never use to be like that, you know?"

"Well, you can at least assure me that you were sincere."

Yuri shot Wolfram a look. The emerald eyes were looking at him so piercingly he thought it can see through him. Squaring his shoulders, Yuri stood straight and held his sword tightly.

"I never sprout words like that just to say something you know… of course I was serious. Trust me into this, alright? And if I wasn't serious at all then why would I even challenge Archinel into this duel? Surely that proves I'm serious about keeping you, right?"

Wolfram's expression went from outrage to soft one, and then putting his chin on his hands, he stared at the King without blinking.

"You did surprise me there, Yuri. I didn't think you have the guts."

"What's that suppose to mean?" the King raised his eyebrows at the blond boy, "I told you just trust me."

And the Demon King wielded his sword once more. Wolfram watched him with a serene expression. The silence between the two lasted with only the sound of the King's sword slashing in the air. The blond boy's eyes narrowed after awhile as he remembered his sparing with Archinel. Lord von Rochefort was a skilled fighter- too skilled indeed… and the way Yuri was now could mean defeat. Clearly Yuri doesn't have a chance. Wolfram's frown deepend. Unless, Yuri uses his maryokou that can defeat almost anyone, then he may stand a chance. But that would be unfair for Archinel. He after all, does not have a chance when it comes to using powers… Yuri is far powerful.

As Wolfram pondered into this, it would seem like he wasn't the only one having the same thoughts.

Waltorana was already on the move.

He stood facing the whole party of Gwendal, Conrad, Günter, Lady Celi and Murata inside the Gwendal's quarters.

"As you already know, the King has his ways of earning victory whenever he wants to with those magical powers of his. It is apparent that Lord von Rochefort would not stand a chance once the King uses his real abilities. It seems quite unfair."

Conrad, Gwendal and Günter looked at one another.

"But his Highness's sword skills are not that hone yet," Conrad said with a frown, "It counts to be his disadvantage into this duel as well like how it is to Lord von Rochefort."

"I understand you, Lord Weller, but we cannot deny not to know the outcome of this duel," Waltorana injected looking serious, "We all know that the King surely and unquestionably will win the fight if we do not do anything about it. I know all of you would rather my nephew be with him, but for Shinou's sake, Wolfram is better off with Archinel in my opinion."

"It is Wolfram who will decide in the end, right? Why not let him choose already?" Gwendal asked looking thoroughly occupied with his own affair about the Kingdom with papers on his hands.

"It is because Sir von Bielefeld may have developed feelings for both Lord von Rochefort and Shibuya." Murata answered looking all knowing that made Waltorana smile.

Gwendal sighed at this and shook his head.

"So what are you proposing, dear brother of my ex-husband of mine?" Lady Celi asked interestedly with her emerald eyes at Lord von Bielefeld.

Waltorana smiled.

"I propose a Three Ways Match."


"That's not how you swing your sword in an attack!" Wolfram shouted as he joined Yuri in his training after half an hour of enduring the King's futile exhibition of swordsmanship. "Don't always raise your sword up ahead when attacking! You should attack with your sword on the side so that it can both attack and defend you at the same time. Look—like this!"

And Wolfram showed an expert's way of swinging the sword from his right side. Yuri had always thought like it was an act of hitting a ball in baseball. The King sighed.

"Maann… I suppose I can always use my Demon Powers as a last resort…"

"Hey—are you listening!" Wolfram shouted at him. Yuri was about to respond when the two of them heard footsteps coming. Looking up, the two found themselves facing Archinel himself.

"Good afternoon," he said politely as his amethyst eyes looked from Yuri to Wolfram where it lingered. "Seems like the two of you are really into training."

Yuri and Wolfram both turned to Archinel apprehensively. He was wearing a purple tunic that complimented the color of his hair and eyes. His handsome features were magnified ten times. He looked so good in his dress that Yuri actually became too conscious of his attire and cursed his dull black color silently.

"If he's fighting you, then yeah we cannot take any chances." Wolfram answered as his emerald eyes found the amethyst. "He's not backing down, I tell you."

"You compliment me too much," Archinel smiled warmly at him.

Yuri frowned at the intensity of the gaze Archinel was giving the blond boy.

"I'm not!" Wolfram said through clenched teeth, "And don't act like you won already! Yuri will train hard for this duel! Right, Yuri?"

Yuri nodded, his eyes to Archinel.

"That's good; I won't go easy on anyone who threatens to take you from me, after all." Archinel smiled encouragingly at Yuri who merely gave the dark violet haired boy a look. Wolfram sighed as the two men in front of him glowered at each other.

"Do you need something?" he asked instead as he lowered his own sword.

"Actually I do," Archinel nodded quietly, "I've been meaning to talk to you."

Wolfram blinked. Archinel smiled.

"Hold on just a second!" Yuri said at once, "Is that even necessary—?"

"Lord von Bielefeld and I are still friends," Archinel gave the King a meaningful look, "And in any case our engagement is still official. Is there anything wrong if I seek a moment with him, King Yuri?"

Yuri was lost for words as he realized his position. He looked at Wolfram who gave him a look back. He wanted to tell Wolfram not to go… surely Wolfram knows how he would feel if he goes with Rochefort, right?

"Yuri, we're just going to talk," Wolfram said quietly as he looked Archinel in the eyes, "Concentrate on your training here, okay?"

"But I…" he whispered but Wolfram has already turned his back on him and walked toward Archinel. The noble boy looked pleased as he pat Wolfram's back.

"King Yuri, the duel starts at sunset, do your best." He said and with one last gloating look, he led the blond boy toward the hall way, leaving Yuri looking deeply upset.

"Why…" Yuri couldn't help but ask, "Why did you go with him…?"


Yozak was whistling the Demon Tribe anthem as he peacefully roams the fields of Shin Makoku that day. He had left the castle a couple of hours ago to return to his duty, leaving the interesting love affair of his Majesty and everyone else that was involved. For one, Yozak wasn't that worried. He knew that Yuri would be the victor, and then everything will be settled once and for all… then after that the King can have another dramatic affair.

Chuckling to himself, he continued his good spirits as he looked up the sky. That was when something caught his eyes.

"What the…"

Pulling his horse into a halt, Yozak narrowed his eyes to see clearly the flying Boney up the sky. It was flying in an unbalance way. Wondering what one earth was the matter, Yozak whistled loudly to call its attention. The Boney turned to him, and then swayed down his way.

"Whoaa," Yozak cried in surprise and tried to catch the falling Boney. He was able to catch it in one swift moment and the Boney rattled its teeth to show gratitude. Frowning, Yozak wondered what could have caused a Boney an injury. That was when he saw a dagger sticking out of its wing, making it impossible for the wings to function well.

"That got you?" he asked as he pulled the dagger out.

The Boney stretched his wings and then took off, showing the spy that it was better now. But Yozak wasn't paying attention anymore. His attention was on the dagger in his hand. Its blade was shining with fresh blood. He also recognized it immediately. It was not a dagger made from any part of Shin Makoku, it was made from a foreign country. Yozak caressed the dagger to make sure. Then he saw its crest on the handle.

"Oh crap…" he cursed and he immediately pulled the rein of his horse to head back to Blood Pledge Castle. He has to tell them—he needs to inform Gwendal and the others. That somehow, somewhere, a dagger from Big Cimaron has killed someone in their lands. And whoever that person was, the fact that it attacked a Boney was a treachery as well. He needs to tell them—

Yozak felt a sharp pain in his shoulders. He grabbed it with his freehand and felt his own blood seeping out freely. He tried to look behind him, but then his horse cried in panic. It stood up on its hind legs that threw Yozak off balance and onto the ground.

"Argh!" he cried.

The horse betrayed its master as it run off without him.

"Crap," Yozak muttered as he looked behind him for his attacker. He was sure he felt a blade cut his shoulder just now. Looking ahead, he saw a blade on the ground; it was the same as the dagger in his hand. Someone threw it to him. And sure enough, as he looked ahead of him, Yozak saw a man walking toward him along the pathway. He wasn't alone though.

The ginger head spy gritted his teeth. How can he be so careless?

"Oh, my… guess I'm in trouble." he muttered to himself.


Archinel let Wolfram walk ahead of him along the corridor.

"You know, your backside looks appealing as your front." He commented with a small grin in his lips. Wolfram gave him a sharp look as he stopped walking.

"What are you saying? And what do you need from me, anyway?"

Archinel merely shrugged his shoulders and looked at the garden outside the hall.

"Do you mind talking over there?"

Wolfram did not object and the two went outside into the open garden.

"Just tell me what you want and get this over with," Wolfram muttered as Archinel offered him to sit in a stone bench. "I don't think its good if we keep talking in private."

"And why is that?" Archinel sat beside him, "Do you hate me now?"

Wolfram gave him a frown. The handsome boy returned it with his gaze.

"Of course not…" the blond boy answered after a while of hesitation, "If there's someone who needs to be hated it's me. You should hate me for betraying your trust."

"I cannot hate a beautiful person like you," Archinel complimented that made Wolfram blush, "And if I hated you, I'd be a very ungrateful and spiteful person. Besides, you are not the one I should hate."

"If you mean Yuri…" Wolfram started fiercely, but Archinel merely looked at him again.

"The King has his ways, and indeed, I hate him for not looking after you after so many years of being together."

Wolfram suddenly felt a jolt in his chest as Archinel gazed at him sincerely.

"You are mistaken if you think Yuri did not take care of me," the blond boy muttered as he looked away, "He cares for me, he cares for us all."

"If it's me I'd have given my whole life to you."

Wolfram turned scarlet, but despite that, he firmly countered, "Then maybe that's the difference between the two of you… he is not selfish."

Archinel's eyes flashed and for a moment, Wolfram thought he had touch a nerve, but Archinel merely smiled again and leaned toward him, making their face almost upon each other.

"I would be a selfish Lord if it's about you. Actually, right now there's nothing I want to do more than to kill you, and then make you mine forever."

Wolfram felt his heart skipped a beat at this sudden statement. Surely… surely he also said those words somewhere to Yuri before. Hearing it being said to him sounded both impressive and silly at the same time.

"You—you idiot!" he mumbled looking extremely put out as he avoided those amethyst gazing at him like a hawk, "Don't say ridiculous things!"

Archinel did not remove his face from Wolfram's as he answered quite straight, "I don't mind being ridiculous. And it's the truth."

Wolfram couldn't help but look at him this time. He was close. Much close…

"Saying these things… why don't you just give up!" he shouted, pushing Archinel away and standing up in the process. It was dangerous to stay like that, Wolfram decided. "Isn't it apparent that I chose to be with Yuri when I apologized to you? You deserve someone better than me! Someone who won't betray you!"

"I already forgave you, it doesn't matter anymore." Archinel now looked seriously at the blond boy, "What matters now is what we do with the situation at hand. I will not give up on you. I believe I already won you over the night you agreed to be fiancé… and I take your actions now as someone who is confuse."

"I'm not confused…" Wolfram whispered half heartedly. Archinel saw through him so he stood up and touched the blond mazoku's right arm.

"I don't believe you. I know you like me."

Wolfram blushed.

"How arrogant!" he shouted and he tried to snatch his arm away from Archinel, but the noble boy's grip tightened. "I've never seen anyone as self-centered like you!"

Archinel smiled, but the two were interrupted as a soldier suddenly approached them.

"Your Excellencies, you are being summoned to the King's Throne immediately."

Archinel and Wolfram both looked at one another.


"It's not sunset yet, is it?" Yuri asked to Murata who was standing beside him that moment in the King's Throne Hall. The others were all gathered there looking excited—Lady Celi—and serious—the rest of the guys. The sudden summon caught Yuri off guard as he hasn't able to get much practice. Why did he even ask for a duel in the first place! He could have just ask for a baseball match after all! That was his strength, right?

"It's almost sunset, don't get excited, Shibuya," Murata whispered back at him quietly, "they're just going to announce some changes about it. You'll see."

"Changes?" Yuri's ear rang as he heard this, "What changes?"

The double doors opened, revealing Wolfram and Archinel together. The two walked along the aisle, making Waltorana smile from ear to ear and Lady Celi delighted. Murata looked sideways at Yuri and saw that the King has his jaw set. The Great Wise Man shook his head with a little smile.

"Now, since all of the party involved are here, we might as well start." Günter said loudly over the heads of the demons, "Let us clarify that this duel is between his Highness, Yuri Shibuya and one of the Ten Noble families, Lord Archinel Kiel von Rochefort. Whoever would be the victor shall be proclaimed the official fiancé/betrothed of Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld. Under the circumstances of the Demon King being who he is, and Lord von Rochefort being as skilled as he is, with all due respect to honour and peace of the Demon Tribe's kin, and to honour balance and fairness, we decided to set a Three Ways Match for this duel."

"What?" Wolfram's eyes widened at this, "What do you mean 'three ways'?"

Archinel's eyes reflected pure surprise.

Yuri blinked at Günter, looking thoroughly confused.

Günter cleared his throat and pulled a book from behind him. "This is the set of guidelines for any Three-Ways-Match that may occur in the Demon Kingdom."

"Wait- this is the first time I've heard of this!" Yuri said looking outraged, "What do you mean three ways? Why did you guys suddenly change the rules? And three-ways—does that mean I have to fight three times?"

"It is upon request, your Majesty," Günter said apologetically, "If you do not wish to continue, then…"

Yuri looked at Günter and the others. Gwendal looked as grumpy as ever, but Yuri knew the sympathy of the eldest son was with him. Conrad was looking at him with an understanding smile, and Yuri knew Conrad was behind him no matter what was the outcome. He looked over to Wolfram who was watching him with an uncertain expression, and to Archinel who was not looking at him, but clearly giving the aura of someone who does not care about whatever kind of duel it was as long as he can win. That was when Yuri remembered why he asked for a duel in the first place.

"Heck… alright, I'm in."

"Yuri…" Wolfram whispered looking grateful at him. Yuri smiled at the blond boy and then looked at Günter, "You can continue, Günter…"

Günter nodded, and then he continued referring to his book,

"The proceeding of each match shall depend on the points each will receive from the judges from the Ten Noble families namely Lady Celi von Spitzburg, Lord Gwendal von Voltaire, Lord Waltorana von Bielefeld and myself, Lord Günter von Christ. Each of the Ten Nobles is expected to act in accordance to a Noble's way, with dignity and impartiality, and to give no biases subjected to question. There shall be three matches; the nature of each match shall be announced at the same time of the duel. Each time, judges are allowed to give points from 0 to 10. Giving points respectively depends on how well the participants can display their mastery in skills, magic and knowledge. Whoever gets the highest score by the end of the third match shall be recognized as the winner of the duel.

Everyone around breathed as the mentor finished his statements. Wolfram looked from Yuri to Archinel who looked both calm. Yuri surprisingly did feel calm.

Guinter looked at the King pointedly. "Do you have any questions, your Highness?"

Yuri shook his head looking thoroughly determined.

"I understand every word you said! So basically I have to get high points in each round to win the duel, is that it, Günter?"

"Yes, it's exactly that, your Majesty."

Yuri smiled as he looked at Archinel who also has his eyes on him.

"Let's do it." The King said.

"It's sunset." Archinel said in his turn.

"Take your time, all of you," Gwendal breathed quietly.

"All for the love of my Wolfram~" Lady Celi giggled. Waltorana looked satisfied. Conrad remained silent. Wolfram watched his two fiancés and had to bit his lower lip.

"So then—what's the first match about?" Yuri asked enthusiastically.

"Well, if we follow what's in the inscription," Murata started at last, "It will be Maryoku battle."

Everyone looked at the King and to Archinel. Yuri was already grinning by this time.

"Isn't this just what I am better?" he whispered with a confident smile.

Archinel's amethyst eyes flashed. "Don't get ahead of yourself, your Majesty."

And Yuri suddenly felt surprise at how Archinel seemed cool about everything. A sudden question hit him. What was the nature of Archinel's magic anyway?


-ToBeContinued-

NOT YET THE END! sorry about that!

Bathtub's not here yet, that's why^^

My my, lets get some actions!

Thanks for reading! :)