Chapter 6

He knew that he was extremely angry. He could feel the surge of Maryoku boiling inside him, going through his veins, ready to burst in any minute… He looked at his hands again, the wounds were healed; the dark blue light was surrounding his body, glowing in a dangerous manner.

There was a loud clap of thunder from above.

No, he couldn't lose control just because Wolfram was hugging a girl who came from nowhere. This was insensible , irrational and extremely childish! He was the king and by no means should he be acting on impulse. Gripping his own arms, he tried to stop himself from shaking with anger.

A small part of his mind told him to shout, to point at Wolfram and call him a cheater, accuse him of betraying him…

But the larger part, or his rationality, mocked and told him that he had no right to do any of those…

You're only his ex-fiancé, need a reminder?

He gritted his teeth at the thought, wanting to break something.

He had imagined that Wolfram might love another person later, but he didn't expect it to be that soon.

He just couldn't accept it. Not so soon...

Glaring up at the sky, he sent a silent order, telling it to shut up. He didn't need any thunder or downpour here. He cursed lowly about the lack of practice on controlling the association of his mood with the weather.

It's not helping at all...stop reflecting my emotion!

But to his relief, Wolfram and the girl had separated from each other, properly because of the loud noise.

Humph... that's better...

With a deep breath, he stepped forward to them, the blue light slowly fading away but he had no idea that his face was still consuming with fury.

He needed some answers... now.

Actually, Monica sensed it. She had noticed the presence of the third person at the moment she leaped off the tree. From the intense reaction of Maryoku, she realized who this somebody was.

But, she decided, nothing was more important than the precious reunion with dearest Wolfram at that moment. So, the demon king or whoever, just let him be.

The increase of the king's Maryoku intensity caught her attention when she was trying to get closer to the blonde.

Ah, I wonder...

A mischievous idea popped up in her mind as she reached her hand to touch the soft, creamy skin of his face. As predicted, the level of the power of that hidden party surged immediately.

This, is getting interesting...

It was the sound of thunder that almost caught her off guard. She didn't expect even the weather depended on the mood of the king.

Then she heard Wolfram mutter in a worried tone as he looked up at the sky. "Yuuri…"

In Monica's memory, the emotion that the young Mazuku possessed was anger, annoyance, rage and outrage. Well, she couldn't say emotions at all as these were more or less synonyms.

Concern? This is new.

She wondered when the demon king would show up and hopefully, she could have the chance to have a duel with him.

It would be fun.

"Er... Moni?" Wolfram called gingerly, now staring at her. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, a habit he showed when he had something to say but reluctant to.

She gazed back for a few seconds and raised an eyebrow. "You think you need to go back to Yuuri ?"

The blonde blushed, stepped back further and looked away as if he had just seen something repulsive. "Moni! I told you to stop reading my mind! That's just... disgusting!"

"Hey! How can you say this to me? I'm your…" she protested, puffing out her cheeks.

"His what?" a cold voice asked.

Both Monica and Wolfram whipped their heads to the newcomer. She started for a moment but quickly narrowed her ruby eyes and smirked.

"What do you think, your majesty?" she threw the question back to him, at the same time leaning on Wolfram's shoulder.

The double black king didn't reply. She saw the pupils of his raven eyes closing into slits.

This boy can't hide his emotions either.

"Ow... scaaary…" she pretended to be horrified and hugged Wolfram, who shot the king a confused look, wondering if he had just stepped into a battlefield. The smell of 'gunpowder' was hard to miss.

Monica was laughing hysterically in her mind while burying her nose into his chest. She surely enjoyed rattling some cages, especially the demon king's.

There was a deadly moment of silence before Wolfram opened his mouth to speak, "Er... Yuuri? She is Monica, my teacher of Maryoku control."

He didn't know that the king could look so intimidating though he wasn't in his Maou mode, which he hadn't turned into since he could wield his magic well. Unlike the usual approachable, friendly aura that he had, now he seemed distant and cold. Wolfram even needed to brace himself before speaking!

"Ah, is she?" Yuuri asked, voice slightly lower than usual. He didn't break eye contact with Monica, as if taking a challenge. "You haven't told me about her."

Something felt off. His attitude wasn't normal. Wolfram hadn't seen him being less than friendly, let alone this hostile with anymore before.

"That's... because she disappeared a long time ago," he explained anxiously, didn't like how flustered his own voice sounded.

Wait...What's that?! It isn't like I'm cheating on him!

"Well, then, Lady Monica," the king tried to relax himself a bit and acted as casual as he could. "Would you mind moving away from Wolfram? I need to talk to him."

He had actually considered pulling her away himself but he didn't want to appear to be too rude.

And he didn't want to risk pissing Wolfram off.

"Why?" she held back a giggle and peeked at him from the corner of her eye "You're just the king. It's not like you're his fiancé."

"Moni!" It was Wolfram who scolded. "You shouldn't be so impolite to Yuuri! He is my king! Apologize now!" He demanded as he pushed her away from him but couldn't since she was practically like glue with extra stickiness. She must have used some kind of magic to make herself so difficult to be removed from his body.

Yuuri definitely disliked what he was seeing, no matter the exchange between them or their seemingly intimate relationship.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry, okay?" she finally let go of Wolfram, waving her hands with annoyance. "Stingy king."

"Moni!"

"Yeah... yeah... whatever…" Monica replied lazily while starting to pick her ears. Her attitude was like a rebellious teenage girl who refused to listen to her parents.

To Yuuri's surprise, Wolfram sighed in exhaustion. It was rare to see the young Mazuko look so frustrated because of someone. And usually, the person who could frustrate him was only the king himself.

"By the way, what's that you're wearing?" Wolfram pointed at her clothes and shot her a disapproved look.

"Oh, this! Good job you finally notice it," Monica's face lightened up, elated that finally had noticed her gorgeous outfit. She turned and the skirt was floating with the motion. "This, is a high school uniform in Japan."

It was the first time Yuuri had noticed that Monica was wearing a dark blue sailor school uniform that was commonly worn by high school girls.

"High school? So you mean teenagers wear it?" Wolfram asked, feeling incredulous, "But I think you are too o-…"

Before he could finish talking, she covered his mouth, " Hey child, didn't Celi teach you not to comment on a lady's age regardless how old they are?"

Monica glanced at Yuuri for the last time and said," Hmm… I'll leave you two alone for now. See ya~ "

Then she vanished within a second.

Wolfram blinked a few times and let out a long breath. He still couldn't believe she was really back, after all those years when he was little, waiting at the gate of the castle or looking outside the large windows. He forgot when he finally realized that his teacher wouldn't be back anymore and accepted to be taught by the newly appointed tutor.

But no one could be able to enlighten him like Monica did.

A light touch on his skin brought back his attention to the present.

"You've sweated a lot," the now calm and collected king murmured, brushing away the beads of sweats from the blond's forehead.

Finding the seemingly too intimate gesture inappropriate, Wolfram moved back a little, "I thought you'd retire early today."

If he was in his usual light-hearted mood, he would definitely give a reply such as "I'm way too young to retire.". But now he was not feeling like his normal making-clever-comments self, not in the slight bit. There was still some residence of annoyance left in the pit of his stomach.

So instead he replied, "I was looking for you," He didn't intend to, but there was a trace of accusation in it.

"Oh, is that it? " Wolfram asked, shifting his weight from one leg onto another. "Sorry, I was summoned by the nobles of my territory for an ad hoc meeting."

"Your uncle isn't going to convince you to go back, is he?" he frowned at the thought of last time he met the older Bielefeld Lord.

He shook his head, "Not really, they just wanted to confirm if there's any changes other than my title."

"Is that so?"

"And when I went back to the room, you were gone already, so I just came here to try my new sword a little."

At the mention of the weapon he personally chose for Wolfram, his mood had lightened up a little, "Do you like it?"

"It's a nice one," he said as he lifted up the now sheathed sword, "I didn't know you have the ability of choosing a decent sword."

Though he had indeed sought advice from both Conrad and Gunter, Yuuri didn't think he was that bad as a swordsman, "Can't you for once give me some credits without insulting me?"

Wolfram laughed as he saw the king's puffed cheeks, "I like it, thanks."

The smile on his face was gentle; with the moonlight shining on his honey blonde hair and the calm ripples in his eyes, he was stunningly beautiful.

It wasn't like Yuuri had just realized that he was beautiful; but now he had noticed his own feelings for Wolfram, he found himself struggling to find suitable words to form a reply.

If only I had realized it sooner.

Didn't wait for the other's reply, Wolfram said, "Next time I'll remember to tell you where I'm going before I leave your side."

Yuuri had almost forgotten that he was so pissed because of this, and the mysterious Jigoku Shoujo with pink hair. But now, he decided that nothing really mattered anymore, as long as he still had Wolfram with him.

He's still here. I still have a chance.

"Aren't you tired?" Yuuri asked, suddenly realizing that they were alone in a very quiet area. With Wolfram's emerald eyes on him, the feelings inside him go wild. He even started to feel a bit breathless. "I think you are. Let's go back in." Somehow he had answered the question himself as he grabbed the other's wrist. He had wanted to hold Wolfram's hand like he used to but thought better in the last second.

This time I'll do it properly.

He thought to himself.

I'll love him properly.