Hi! This has been so long again...sorry! My beta-reader moved and then when she sent it to me and I went away for work for a week. That's right, finally got a job! And straight away for the first week they wanted me to travel with them! Stressful! And if I am honest with you I am going to have to look for another job soon because I don't think it is for me:S (It's sales pretty much) But beggars can't be chooses :S So, we will see!
Anyways... hopefully I can update the next chapter soon! I am keen for the next one! It is a little juicy ;) Hehe I just need it proof read:D hehehehe

Reply to reviews:
Sawyer Fan: nawww thank you! I am glad I put it up then! From the sounds of it-it was the right choice! :)

promblemhunter: really? Well I appreciate it:D I enjoy our little convos! It is very exciting reading how everyone perceives this story, so thanks! That is the first time anyone has ever called my writing "beautiful" and I have to say, it was amazing! Thank you so much, you are too kind! Hehe I know what 69 is;) But I love it! I have a dirty mind too;) It makes me feel more normal when I hear other people think these things too... and let's face it, we are all here enjoying a story about two boys getting together... and I'm a woman...so... idk why I find it so appealing in, but I do hehe haha

SweetHeaven: I am glad you agree! Again, I agree with pretty much everything you said:D You know, I read that somewhere too.. because in the books he ends up with Wolf, doesn't he? I want to read them, so I need to find an English translation, have you read them?
You know, I don't like the whole "perfect conrad" too, perfect anyone annoys me... like I still like him and everything, but he just isn't as interesting as Wolfram. I like characters with more to them:P I still love him though, because he is sweet, JUST NOT WITH YUURI BECAUSE OMG THE AGE DIFFERENCE! haha
Yes, I am glad you agree! Because for me, I wanted to explore more of their brother relationship, it is just sad to me to just leave it how the anime left it. And the manga english translation is so behind!
I am glad to hear! Thanks again, I really enjoyed hearing your thoughts again:)

Chapter 12: Regrettable Distance

Wolfram had been pacing in his study at Bielefelt mansion as he read over Gwendal's letter which had arrived soon after Lucas's questioning. The letter informed him of Samuel's and Abigail's bad trips which resulted in both of them being under Gisela's care back at the castle.

He was informed that Samuel had indeed taken half of the pill 'O' and experienced milder effects than Lucas; which didn't surprise Wolfram considering Lucas's maryoku was of a superior category to Samuel's.

Samuel was lucky though, he did not do anything that would cause issue like Lucas had. Instead he had found himself breaking free from the constraints of clothing, finding himself wet and naked lying next to the river close to his family's town house in the kingdom. Samuel had said he remembers thinking how illogical he thought clothes were. Which was strange because Samuel was known for having a bigger wardrobe than his sister; he loved anything to do with fashion and clothing. A spiteful place inside Wolfram couldn't help but think that is what Samuel deserved for being stupid enough to take unknown drugs. Although he knew he couldn't judge too harshly, after all, years ago he would have been right beside him. But Wolfram had grown since then- he had learnt his lesson.

The demon crushed the letter beneath in fingers while he read onto Abigail's trip. Because she had taken the whole pill she'd experienced a much different outcome than the men.

Much like the men, she had a delayed effect of the drug, the details regarding what she was thinking at the time weren't stated; apparently at the moment she was struggling to stay conscious. Gwendal had stated Gisela said she would be okay with a few days' rest, so there was no need to worry. Wolfram almost laughed at the notion that Gwendal might actually care for her health; he knew very well how much his older brothers disapproved of his childhood friends.

From what Gwendal and the others could gather about her trip, once she had returned home to the family town house her majutgu had overloaded, and according to the house staff, she had been demanding to see a man named Lance Barton who -Samuel informed -was her lover back in Bielefelt lands, right before losing control of her water majutgu, destroying the garden. Fortunately their personal guard managed to knock her out before any real damage to the house and servants could occur.

Worry and guilt circled Wolfram like ducklings following their mother; if he didn't have to deal with the whole ordeal, he would be rushing to her side the instant he had heard word that something was wrong.

He placed the scrunched up letter on his desk and stared out the window behind it. He looked towards the murky sky relaying all the information he had. His gut churned with uncertainly; he knew he was missing something, but he just wasn't sure what.

And just like that, it clicked. How easy would it be to hand over food laced with this new drug, that - according to the mysterious letter - wouldn't effect humans, leaving them to believe the food was untouched, but would slowly work its way into the Demon King's system? If it ended anything like Abagail's experience it could be bad. It could- it would, lead to a breakdown in his control, possibly destroying all that is around him, unintentionally attacking a human kingdom, ruining any attempts of trade negotiation, breaking current treaties and sending The Great Demon Kingdom into war once again. The drug seemed to play on either ones desires, or sending one to do things that they would normally not contemplate doing. There was just no way to predict how Yuuri would react if he indigested it. Just knowing that it could overload his majutgu was alarming. Not to mention he would be too powerful to just knock out, like Abigail had been, in that state.

With that thought, Wolfram ran out of the room towards his uncle's study to inform him on this development.

The next twenty-four hours involved frantically trying to work out a plan of action. Waltrana had sent off a letter to Gwendal (who was currently still at the castle overseeing the kingdom while the Maou travels to Big Cimaron) to inform him of the latest discoveries.

Wolfram, Hannah, and Marcello, had left towards Big Cimaron abroad his Mother's ship, with the ex-Maou herself. They had send a letter via pigeon post ahead of them, however if their suspicions were correct, there could be a spy within their crew who could intercept their communication. Traveling to Big Cimaron was the only way to insure they could share their concerns and prevent anything destructive from happening.

The young Demon Prince found himself huddled over the side of the ship once again. His sea sickness had improved, however there were still times that the sea provided to be a formidable foe; this just happened to be one of those times.

He heaved himself upwards and glared out towards the horizon. The clouds above were dark grey, he felt he could practically smell the rain that was about to come, he knew he should probably head inside soon because of it.

"How are you feeling dear?"

"Do you need ask?"

Wolfram replied to his approaching Mother. The ex-Maou's long wavy blonde hair glistened in the light from the fading day as she proudly strutted in front of the few crewmen and soldiers on deck. She wore her favourite long silky black dress; she quietly loved the way the wind would blow through the slit at the front to pick up the material showing off her slender legs.

Her son's eyes lowered to glare across the ship at the soldiers and crew prompting them to quickly move their gaze away from his mother.

Delicately Cacilie raised her right hand to cover a giggle from her child's attempt at protecting her modesty.

"Someone is in a terrible mood." She said, with a fake pout.

Wolfram pushed himself off the ledge to turn around and lean against it with his back facing the sunset, and his attention towards his mother.

"Of course I am. Not only do I have to deal with foolish soon-to-be-dead-ex-friends once I'm done with them" he said, his grip tightening around a small box in his right hand, "but now I am on another dreaded ship to stop that wimpy king of ours from getting himself into bothersome trouble."

Cecilie's eyes glanced at the box, worry briefly betraying in them before a smile reappeared, as she spoke, "you know Wolfie, there was no real need for you to come personally. We could have just sent someone in our stead."

"And trust them to make it there even if trouble prevents their path? I think not Mother. If you want something done right, then you have to do it yourself." He replied, averting his eyes from her, and settling on the cabin wall across from him.

Bright red lips turned into a cheeky grin as Cecilie decided to play devil's advocate, with her voice dancing with excitement she said, "oh, and it is not because you're worried about His Majesty? And here I thought I was going to witness a beautiful declaration of love once you saved the Maou from peril!"

"Mother!" Wolfram groaned. Butterflies persisted to overwhelm his system. They were always there of late, always looming around his stomach never knowing where to land. And when there was talk of the young King they would make their presence known, reminding him of everything that he wasn't, and everything he should be. It was stupid, and he hated it. There was no need to get worked up over someone who he had put in the past; someone who was his King, someone he decided would be nothing more than his King.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of Wolfie dear, I think it is wonderful. After all I heard that he tended to you after that mishap the other night, even stayed in your room. You can't tell me that was nothing. I have been around long enough to know the spike of fire when I see it."

Wolfram rolled his eyes, "please, he would do that for the house dog if he got sick. Yuuri has no concept of his place in the castle. His heart is too big; he can't help himself but to care for anyone in a situation like that. It had nothing to do with me."

Those red lips faded a little as she heard the bitterness in his voice. She was just as exhausted with dealing with Wolfram's acrimony towards Yuuri as much as anyone else, only she felt the frustration of being the only one experienced enough to know the difference between caring for everyone, and caring for someone.

"Don't be so quick to judge. You are still too young to know true love when you see it." She said with a genuine smile.

He cringed at the mention of 'true-love' and without much thought, he replied, "Mother please, stop with your silly fantasies. Need I remind you of your own luck in that department? The day I believe in 'true love' is the day I shave off my hair and live among humans in Small Cimaron."

He internally kicked himself at the insensitive comment; he was overtired and stressed. His ability to refrain from speaking harsh words was dangerously low. However he was not so big that he would admit that out loud; not when his mother was pushing unwanted hope on him.

"Luck indeed! Thanks to my ability to capture love at those times I was blessed with three beautiful sons. And for a parent there is no truer love than that for their own kin. But if I never allowed myself to open my heart when tragedy hit, then I would have never experienced that love."

Wolfram eyes met his mother's, he felt himself go to respond, but stopped when he realised he didn't completely disagree with her judgement. If he hadn't ever given Yuuri a chance (even if it did lead to heartache) he would have never known the joy of loving Greta.

Her smile widened as she met his eyes, it was rare that she felt he was truly listening to her, she still wasn't sure if any of her words were reaching him, however she was happy to know that at least some part of him was trying to understand.

After a delayed response Wolfram softy replied, "I am not sure I understand, nor agree with your belief. However, although she may not be my blood, having the chance to have a child's love and giving it back is truly wonderful. Sometimes I am not sure anything I have done would have been worth it if it wasn't for her."

Wolfram's eyes retreated again, deciding to settle on the near vanished sunset, he listened as his mother said, "she is something special that one."

As she looked over the man before her she found herself almost expecting a little boy who would not quite reach her knees to turn around and jump into her arms- just as he did long ago, but now she was one of the shortest members of her family; second only to her grandchild. Over the years Wolfram had grown, he was a few years off reaching Conrad, and if he was anything like his father he would surpass him, however not reach as high as Gwendal. But now he was long past her, only half an inch from Conrad she guessed. He still wore the duke blue uniform with his blade close by. His blonde locks and emerald eyes were striking as ever, and she knew that he would only grow into his beauty, however beauty didn't mean much to a man who had a heart and mind like her son. She worried for him, worried for the little boy she once watched sleep tucked under her arm at night. Time had changed him, threatened to break him. It was something that had been out of her control, something she knew only he could deal with; if only he would allow himself to heal.

Her eyes moved to his hand which still clenched a small circular box, it was similar to ones she had seen in the past, which lead her worries to increase.

"What is that in your hand?"

Wolfram drew his eyes to the wooden box in his hand and calmly replied, "Plan B."

A knot tightened in her stomach, yet she willed her voice to show no emotion, "and if it doesn't work?"

Wolfram sighed before relying, "then plan C. My soldiers will attempt to knock-out or take-out the Maou before he does anything drastic."

Alarm in her voice Cecilie replied, "That's treason."

"That's saving us from war. Yuuri's dream is to protect us. And that is what we are going to do. Protect his dream; even if it means taking him out. Although, if this works, it shouldn't have to come to that." He said, glancing his eyes towards her before settling them back on the almost-finished sunset.

She didn't reply, instead she briefly placed her hand on his giving it a squeeze before heading inside; feeling it was best to leave her son to think over choices to come.

He stayed like that for another half an hour replaying all the events leading up to this current journey.

Before turning his back on the now gone sunset and retreating inside he found himself whispering under his breath, "Like a bull huh…"

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Next chapter: Will Wolfram reach Yuuri in time? Will it come to plan B? (Most likely hahaha) Will this lead to Yuuri forcing Wolf to come to Earth? (Listen, most likely haha)
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