Yo! It's Scarlet. Another chapter kind of within a week of the last update, I must really like you guys. P.S. if I disappear for a month, I'm not dead, it's just college is trying to kill me. If I don't update for like a month or two, feel free to send me a private message or a review to update and I will try to update within that week. I'm warning you now, I'm trying 4 science classes and art and I'm scared.

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Wolfram's POV

I sighed after I finished writing Lutz's official orders and transfer papers. Waiting for the ink to dry, I tried to understand the Sage's actions so far.

He wants my lieutenant, but what for? The obvious motive is to get information on me. But the geezer has Yozak for that. Maybe, he doesn't want to be so blatant with his actions; the Great Sage is usually someone who fights from the shadows, waiting for his opponent to make a mistake. Maybe he doesn't trust Yozak. Is it possible that he knows that Yozak would tell Conrart and Gwendal about a secret mission, so that Gwendal would force me into giving up my lieutenant?

If he doesn't trust Yozak, then he would need another pawn, Lutz. But wouldn't give me too much advantage, if he knew I would had Yozak and Lutz feeding me information. Is the Sage planning on using my lieutenant's loyalty against me? Maybe, but I doubt it. Could he be planning on feeding them bad information to lure me out? That sounds more like the sneaky bastard. But something is missing, he could've chosen any of my men, why Lutz specifically?

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said.

"Good morning, commander," Leon entered my office.

"Morning, you're early," I responded, looking over the documents, trying to figure out what I was missing.

"I have a message from Yozak."

"I can already guess what it is. The Sage is watching me so I'm to stay away from Gadwin. And he will do the same. Yozak has orders from the geezer, probably to stalk me until he finds something's off."

"The Sage moves fast for a little guy," Leon said as he sat in one of the chair in front of my desk. "First he recruits Yozak to spy on you, then he questions the maids, and then tries to get Lord Voltaire's men drunk."

"Was Gadwin drinking with him?" I asked nervously, he isn't a wuss at drinking, but when intoxicated, the things that can come out of his mouth can be quite interesting.

"No, sir. But he alerted the healer of the Great Sage's condition."

"Well, he is a wuss not an idiot," I huffed. That's one thing he had over Yuuri.

"Why is the Sage looking into you now?" Leon asked.

"I don't know, maybe Yuuri said something about me that sounded off. Or, he could just be looking for some amusement. Either way, I'll give him what he wants. The geezer requested to have Lutz as his personal bodyguard."

Leon looked confused.

"Jealous?" I asked amusingly.

"A pervert and a flirt, a match made in heaven," the silver haired soldier replied cooly.

"Hey if the Sage hears you, he could have you dishonorable discharged from the army for name calling. But it's bugging me that he wanted Lutz so bad, and that he went through Gwendal to get him."

"What does Lord Voltaire have to do with any of this?"

"Conrart asked Yozak about the Sage. Yozak told Conrart that he was given a secret mission from the Sage. Conrart told Gwendal. The Sage went to Gwendal specifically asking for Lutz. They don't know what the Sage is planning-"

Leon finished my train of thought, "So Lord Voltaire asked you to give the Sage Lutz to have another man in the inside, thinking that he have the upper hand. And you were forced to hand over Lutz to seem innocent and invested in what the Sage is planning."

"Right, if the geezer suspects me of treason, then using one of my men to get dirt on me is smart."

"Buy why Lutz? We were both talking to the Sage the other day."

"Maybe your sunny personality didn't shine through enough," I said with a smirk.

Leon's mud-brown eyes glared daggers at me, he retorted, "Not all of us live in a castle happily married to a king."

"Ha ha. I'm thinking it's because Lutz is easier to manipulate."

"I don't know, sir. A couple of extra pieces of gold and special privileges have me running errand boy for the Prince Consort and his secret brick-face lover."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, that's why you aren't running down the halls screaming treason," I said sacarstically. Wiping my finger against one of the last letters on the transfer document, I test to see it the ink is dry. Almost, just a few more minutes. In the mean time I grabbed my sword, ready for today's training regiment.

"So, are you going to tell the flirt about your trysts in the night and have him swear secrecy too?"

"Shinou, no. There's a slim chance the Sage just wants to mess with everyone. So I'd rather not draw unnecessary attention to myself. Besides, he's like Gunter's men with a secret. Easily excited and loose lipped." Leon smiled at my comment.

"But wouldn't the Sage swear Lutz to secrecy? How are you planning to get information from him?"

"Two ways," I said, the ink was finally dry. I folded the papers in three and stood to leave. "My men are extremely loyal to me, I'm betting that Lutz would tell me to be careful of the Sage, or confront on whatever they are doing, if it involves me or Yuuri. The other way, I'm hoping will happen through pillow talk." Leon and I headed to the stables to meet up with Lutz. My second and third in command and I usually meet at the sables to set up the training exercises.

"Pillow talk?" Leon questioned.

I smiled innocently at him.

"No, absolutely not. And don't smile at me, it's creepy."

I snorted, "I'll have you know that my smile can cure near death human men."

"So now you want a secret harem of brick-face and near death human males."

"Shut it, he likes you and I'm pretty sure he'll do anything for you-"

"In exchange to get in my pants!" Leon interrupted me.

"Then don't sleep with him, just get the information. And that's an order, soldier."

"Yes sir," he said unenthusiastically. "But I want to be paid double for this spy work."

"No problem, my husband's a king remember. By the way, Yozak wears a wig and dress when he's working, do you want one as well?"

"Piss off, you spoil brat." I laughed. We quieted down once we got closer to the sables.

"That's a rare sight, what's so funny commander?" Lutz called out to us.

"Sorry Lutz, since I value my life I can't tell you," I replied still laughing.

"Correct answer, commander," Leon said, still a little grumpy.

"Aww, now I gotta know," Lutz whined.

"Lieutenant Ludwig Amsel," I directed his attention back to me and handed him the transfer papers, "Congratulations, you've been personally requested to be the bodyguard of the Great Sage."

"Ok," he looked confused, but took the papers anyway. "But I thought he wanted my help next week?"

"Why would you say that?" I asked.

"I found him in the soldier's wing a couple nights ago, sir. After I walked him back to the garden, he asked me to help him with a problem next week."

"Did you talk about anything of importance?" I probed.

Lutz blushed slightly. "Nothing of real importance, sir."

"Hmm? Well, you have your orders soldier. Make me proud."

Third POV, Setting: Weaponry

"How was the honor of drinking with the Great Sage?" a green uniformed soldier #294 asked.

"With all the Sage's wisdom, he was a light weight to heavy liquor," green uniformed soldier #172 joked.

"What was more interesting was the shit he was sprouting half drunk," green uniformed soldier #89 joined the conversation.

"Which was?" Gadwin asked.

"He was digging for information of the commander's little brother," #172 replied.

"The half-human?" soldier #92 asked.

"No the blonde one," answered #89.

"There's nothing new that anybody doesn't know about the Prince Consort," Gadwin waved his hand in the air unconcerned. "A raging temper to go with his raging element."

"Don't forget his raging looks and body, what I would give to squeeze his ass!" #294 commented.

"You let the commander hear you say that about his baby brother and you won't have hands to eat with," Gadwin teased.

A couple soldiers laughed. "He'd been six feet under by lunchtime," said #89.

"But that's not the most interesting thing the Sage said," #172 redirected the conservation. "The Sage said," the soldier paused for dramatic effect, "that he would get His Majesty to confess his feelings for the Prince Consort."

"Oh, yeah. And that maids have actually started new betting pools: if the Sage can success can succeed or not, the time when His Majesty would confess, where His Majesty would confess and best of all, how the double black king would confess to his blonde prince charming," said #92

"My money is one Sage," #89

"Nah, man, it's been over eight years since that couple's been together. If His Majesty had the balls to confess, he would have done it years ago," #294

"Well, gentlemen, I'll be in the kitchen after today's training. I'm planning on buying my girl new clothes with the money I'll win from the bets," #172

"Who said you're going to win?" asked #92

"I bet His Majesty will run when the Prince Consort drops his pants," Gadwin countered, hands were balls into tight fists.

"I don't know man, the blonde prince is irresistible, even the Demon King must have a soft spot for him. Like I said before, I would love to be behind that behind," #294

"Constantly dropping things-" Gadwin played along.

"And asking him to put them up. Hell yes." #294 finished.

"Stop before you give yourselves blue balls," #172 retorted.

"Shut up, not all of us get have a girlfriend or boyfriend. Now let's get the stuff to the training ground before the commander personally comes to get us," #89 ordered his fellow soldiers.

Yuuri's POV

Did I ever mention signing papers was extremely boring? I was enjoying a conservation with my daughter after breakfast about how school was going in the human territory. She said there was an important friend she want Wolfram and I to meet. But Gwendal cleared his throat saying that there is paperwork that need to be done. But instead of joining me in my plain and boring office, the stoic soldier decided to keep Greta company. Something about Greta wanting to teach Gwendal a new knitting technique.

This is so unfair! You would think that I am married to my desk instead of Wolfram with the amount of time I spend here. If I don't die of boredom in this room, then it would be by a paper cut. Could you imagine what Gunter would write on my tombstone: '27th Demon King, His Majesty, King Yuuri Shibuya, died by a paper cut as he dutifully battled mountains of paperwork for the good of his kingdom.' Ugh. Gunter's supposed to be visiting soon again.

There was a knock at the door. Isn't it too early for a break? "Come in," I answered away, please don't be Gunter.

"Yuu-chan! Do you want a tea break?" Murata Ken, the Great Sage of the Great Demon Kingdom, who have lived over 4000 lifetimes, chief tactician and co-creator of the Demon Kingdom strolls into my office with a cart of teas and cakes wearing a pink heart shaped apron with frills over his black uniform.

"What the hell are you wearing Murata?" I asked still trying to understand what I'm seeing.

"Isn't it cute, just like the one Mama wears," he posed in the pink thing.

"Cute... is a state of opinion," I chose my words careful, something I learned with my relationship Wolfram. I don't like fighting with him, so I learned to chose my words and battles careful.

"My opinion says it's cute. You've been busy," he poured some tea and place it and a slice of cake on the small rectangular table in front of my desk. The table was between two large black couches. I switched of the old wooden chairs for comfy couches, if I'm going to be stuck in this room for most of my life, I want to at least be comfortable.

I moved to one of the couches, and picked up a slice the cake. I am a sucker for sweet things, cookies, cakes, ice cream and especially chocolate.

"You know, you probably lost your match to Wolfram because you're getting a little chubby."

"Shut up," I retorted. "He won because he fights with people everyday, I lost because I'm stuck behind that desk," I used my fork to point at my desk, "everyday."

"Never thought you'd willing sit at your desk and do your work."

"If I don't do it, the pile will only get bigger by lunch time. This cake is delicious," I finished my piece, but eyed another while sipping my tea. "You've been busy too. According to the castle gossip you partied with Gwendal's men, shamelessly flirted with Gisela, and locked yourself in the Archives. Pass me the one with the strawberry on top," I said giving into my sweet tooth. One more slice of cake, then I'm done.

"Sure," Murata passed the cake and walked to my desk. He sat in my seat and when I looked at his questioning, he simply waved him hand at me. "I'm going to the sort them the way Gunter and Gwendal sorted them when you first came to this world."

"Thank you! You are the best sage a king could ever have. The apron looks cute too." I tried to butter him up some more, maybe he'll sign some of them for me. Technically, only I'm supposed have the authority to sign the documents, but Murata is ranked as high as myself. Wolfram could sign too if I gave his the authority, he automatically gets it if I'm sick or die before the next Demon King is announced.

"Careful Shibuya, you're married plus your husband is the angry, jealous type."

Wolfram looks better in pink though. "So," I decided to change the subject, "you were drinking with Gwendal's men?"

"You know, even drunk they wouldn't smile."

"It's probably a result of Gwendal's training."

"That's what I thought! They drank like it water, Shibuya." I laughed.

"And Gisela?" I asked. Murata really likes her.

"She turned down again," he said plainly and continued making my paperwork into smaller piles.

"Ouch. But Adalbert's death isn't your fault."

"But having someone to blame makes the grieving process a little easier."

"It's been four years!"

"Then she really loved him," my friend shrugged as if he didn't care.

I sighed and finished my cake. Even though Murata has a reputation of being manipulative, he never forced anyone to do something against their will. He could just slap Gisela and she would have no choice but to marry him because he outranked her. Greatly. But I know he doesn't want to her forced into an unhappy marriage. So he'll wait patiently for her, until she ready. "So what have you been doing in the Archives?" I switched to a less awkward conversation topic. "Bet Gunter's men were gushing over you."

Best friend snickered, "Yes, they are as sparkly as him. I was just getting some information on my new friend." He wiggled his eyebrow in his creepy Murata way.

"Who?" I asked.

"The redhead from your husband's squad."

"That explains why he was pissed this morning."

"Lord Belefield needs to learn how to share. First, it was you, now his third in command. His file in on the bottom of the cart by the way." I reach to down to the bottom of the cart and found two soldiers' records. The first was Lieutenant Ludwig Amsel, short red hair, hazely eyes, young looking like Wolfram, third in command of Belefield Army and full demon. And the second was Lieutenant Leon Schmidt, long silver hair in a high ponytail, brown eyes, tall like me, second in command of Belefield Army, and half demon. "The soldiers from the other night," I whispered. "Murata," I said loud enough so that he could hear me. "What are you planning to do with him?" The redhead and four eyes double black have the same mischievous glint in their eyes, which is something to be feared.

"Fix your love life," he replied happily. Yup, there's the reason to be scared.

"Excuse me?" I asked, hoping that I misheard.

"You said, you wanted the old Lord Belefield back, and I'm... we, are planning on helping you."

"But what does Wolfram's soldier have to do with this?"

"I just need a second pair of eyes to verify what I see."

"Ok?" It's best to leave Murata to scheming, once he starts, there's no stopping him. Plus he's being cryptic, which most likely means he's still working out the details in his head. "And the second soldier, the half-human?" I asked a little scared.

"Leverage, the redhead likes him and I thought why just save one relationship when I can save two?"

"So, you're meddling."

"Basically."

"I want in." I wasn't particularly interested, but it was chance to get away from my desk. I wonder how Wolfram would feel if he knew we were going to play match-maker with his subordinates? Probably pissed, and that's why I will chose not to tell him about it.

Reader's POV

A tall fair skinned man sat upright in the chair. His navy hair cascaded down his back and his light purple eyes shone with excited, typical of Gunter's men. Like Gunter, he wore a uniform of white: white pants, white shirt, and a white cape.

"Was the Sage really in the Archives?" I asked.

I can see stars sparkle in the man's eyes. "Yes, the mysterious Great Sage graced my colleague and I with his presence yesterday in the Archives." He continued, "He was looking for the records on the Prince Consort's men. The second and third in command, I believe. He took them with him."

"Did he say why he needed them?"

"He said they were for world peace. Ahhh, he has such a pure soul. The Great Sage is on a quest of justice and truth to bring the Great Demon Kingdom everlasting peace with His Majesty. Blah blah blah..."

"Did he look at or take any other records?"

"He looked at Gwendal's men. All five hundred. I don't know what for though."

"Anything else?"

"Yes, yes. He asked us how Lord Krist sorts His Majesty's paperwork. We don't know exactly how, however, Lord Krist had devised a key for us in case the paperwork should ever get shuffled after he has left the castle. You see, he uses a series of dots. One dot means rejected, two dots means not important and His Majesty can decide to accept or reject, three dots means important and His Majesty needs to accept, and four dots means super important and should be discussed with Lord Voltaire or the Great Sage for a final decision."

"Lastly, how often does Gunter came to the castle?"

"Once or twice a week, depends on the amount of paperwork. Sometimes, he would send his half of the paperwork to the castle, if he is too busy at Covenant Castle. By the way, did you hear that the Great Sage is going to help his His Majesty confess his undying love to the Prince Consort."

Murata's POV

Pushing a cart of tea cups, a kettle, several variety of cakes and two military records of soldiers, I passed several soldiers on my way to gardens. Some soldiers chose to stare as I walked by, others rushed towards the kitchen, and few decided to stare off into space not caring what's going on around them. Two more brown uniformed soldiers passed me by, bowing before continuing to the kitchen. My my, how word travels so quickly around the castle.

My favorite redhead walked up to me and bowed. "Hello Your Excellency, I will be your personal bodyguard from now on. How my I help you?" I smiled at my pretty new pawn.

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Author's Note: God, this chapter felt like it took forever, does feel longer to you? Probably because of all that dialect and the reasoning I have to explain. First ten chapter done, first third, or quarter done! As Wolfram stated, Murata did have a multiply reasons for picking Lutz as a personal body, at least 3 main reasons.

Important to Wolfyuu fans: What is your definition of wolfyuu, cause I have to put a sexual scene in the next chapter, and I most only care about reading and writing about Wolfram and Yuuri going the nasty. Is it Wolfram taking control of the relationship (being more dominant) or Wolfram placing his genitals into Yuuri or something completely different and magical at time? Send me a private message or put it in the review section. You have 3 days (until Monday 3:00 am, because that's when a new day starts on this site. I'm taking about the time, not the day) cause I want to have the next chapter out next week before my life becomes chaos again.

Next chapter's most likely POVs: Yozak, Reader's POV with Yuuri remembering a night with a drunk Wolfram (this is your chance to make him say something dirty, exact words please), Greta for a chance of pace, Lutz, and Gunter to explain parts of the war and the next Demon King. Happy New Year!