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"Fate is not something that you can escape from nor is it something that can be

reversed. It is something that you have to wait."

Ulrike has been anxious for awhile. "What shall the Little Lord do Shinou-Heika?" With a worried tone, she turned her head to the late King.

The blonde man stood cold while pursing his lips. Aqua met Jade. Without any hesitation, Shinou replied, "Bring him to Earth."

##

With Wolfram inside the library, Greta read the story aloud sitting on a wooden chair and holding the book that rests on her lap.

"The story of the White Witch and the Cruel King by The Poison Lady Anissina."

Wolfram raised an eyebrow, "TheWhite Witch and the Cruel King." He crossed his arms and moved closer to his daughter. Greta smiled and looked back at him.

"This one's my favorite." She giggled. Wolfram only smiled back and listened vigorously to his child.

Greta had cleared her throat. "Once there was a beautiful Witch whom the people called the 'White Witch' for she could do only magic so pure and white. When she was young, the Witch had come to an Oracle to see her destiny and fate. There she saw on the magical crystal her said to be 'destined lover'. The Oracle said that he and she will live happily together. The young Witch was too happy that she didn't pay attention anymore at the Oracle but instead, she looked at the magical crystal with pure love and hope. She was sure that the Oracle had said something to remember but she shoved it away. Years passed and the young Witch grew into a beautiful maiden. Many had adored her for her beauty and kindness. Then once, a lonely King from another land came to the borders of her hometown. For the first time that he and she met, they already knew that they must have loved each other. The Witch vaguely remembered the face of the man that she saw years ago, but she was sure of one thing, both have that hair that glows like gold and shines like sun. They secretly meet at the forest every day and every night, chatting, dancing and filling up their lonely time, both are too inlove. But the King couldn't just stay there forever and he has to leave. The Witch couldn't come with him and the King promised her that he'll comeback-"

"So, they didn't end up with each other? Greta, what kind of story are you reading? You're too young for this." Wolfram cut the story and it was obvious that Greta was disturbed.

"Papa, just please listen." She said eagerly. Wolfram only cocked his head then listened.

"The Witch waited and waited. Days and nights, all filled with sadness and loneliness but she didn't loose hope. She then couldn't take the gap into her heart and had decided to go on a journey to find her King. On a winter night, so cold and dark,She had found him but her King already has his own Queen. Heartbroken and feeling so cheated, her hatred blinded her and the only thing she knew is to have her revenge. The once "White" Witch went black and red. The Queen at that time is bearing a child, knowing this the Witch had said;

From today and onwards the Child is cursed. Nobody could undo it unless the child will kill me or simply sacrifice him. That child must bring misfortune to this land of yours; famine, death and you shall be left heartbroken!

TheWitch left and the King and Queen wept. Years passed and the child was born, it was a beautiful boy. And so they had a Prince. But before the Prince could reach the age of sixteen, he had already died. Nobody knew why if it's because of the curse or not. The land prospered and became rich no misfortunes was felt but only the broken hearts of the King and Queen with the death of their young prince. The End."

Greta closed her book feeling contented.

"And the Prince died. That's the whole story and the curse didn't even happened. Was the Witch really a 'Witch'?" Wolfram rested his hand at the table.

Greta pouted then smiled. "The big thing is, Papa, Anissina said the book was not finished."

"Hm, She's writing a second book then?"

"Ahm, no. She isn't." Greta beamed, "This book could never be finished and the death and the curse of the young Prince should remain a mystery."

"That's a quite of a story for Anissina to make. Well, Anissina always does." Wolfram had said but still puzzled, brows furrowed at the ending he has heard.

"Papa,just leave the ending to your imagination."

There was a knock on the door and the door flung open.

"Sorry to interrupt Your Highness and Your Excellency but his Majesty has called His Excellency for a meeting." The soldier bowed down.

Wolfram sighed and Greta put her book at the table. Wolfram stood. "Please excuse me Greta we will continue this later." He smiled and Greta nodded her head.

"Okay Papa. I'll be waiting." His girl smiled and she picked another book at her side.

Wolfram left immediately with the soldier leading him to the meeting room. It must be urgent since the King had finally called him for a meeting. It was rarely done since Shin Makoku has been peaceful these past few months and eversince their engagement was finally dissolved.

Engagement he thought while walking. It has been three years since he finally turned down the double-black King's proposal. He knew that it's not going to work anyway. There was no hatred at all but the King was a bit shocked and it was still awkward but they both regained their composure after a few weeks.

Wolfram felt a huge rock of burden suddenly lifted from his shoulders, and he was sure Yuuri felt the same way, if not better.

##

Waiting inside is The Demon King Yuuri, The Great Sage Ken (or Murata?), The twenty-sixth Maou; Lady Cheri, Lord von Kleist, Lord von Voltaire and Sir Weller. They were at their usual place when the door opened and revealed the ex-prince.

"Good Day Your Majesty, Your Highness-"

"Wolf! Oh my Honey Wolf!" Cheri came jumping towards her third son and hugged her through her bossom.

Startled, Wolfram cried out, "Mother... C-can't... Breath..." Cheri let go and she looked at him, her eyes filled with sudden sadness.

"Lord von Bielfeld please do seat down." Murata signaled him to the vacant chair and on cue, he followed.

He sat down beside his Big Brother Gwendal and there was silence for a moment. "Ehem." Yuuri cut short the silence. "As you can see this is a sudden meeting." Okay, this is so lame. The king thought. He sighed, even though he is a King, he still can't find the right words for this kind of speech. Especially this situation.

He looked at Murata urging his friend to continue. The Double-black Sage adjusted his glasses from the bridge of his nose. "Shinou had already decided, Lord von Bielfeld, you are to be send to Earth with us for months or... Years."

Wolfram stumbled from his chair, "...What?" His voice was almost faint. "Months? Years? There? If it's the Earth's time then here it will be-"

"Probably a hundred or more." Murata was stiff. Cheri on the other hand shook her head away with dissappointment.

"It was yet again a cruel fate. I am so sorry Wolf." With a sob Cheri placed her hand at her chest.

"Cruel what?" Wolfram was terribly confused. For his eighty-five years of existence, he only knew that he was a key of one of the four boxes but no more than that. Surely, he needs more explanation.

Conrart couldn't even look at the King and at the Sage straight, just seeing them both makes him want to burst in flames. Nor could he think to ask some help to the Great King, just thinking about it angers him so much because the Great King himself had already planned the departure of his younger brother.

But if they say that it's for the sake of their brother's safety, then they have no right to comment about the decision of Shinou.

All they could do right now is to just listen and to be by the side of their dear brother.

Gunter on the other hand, even though he is not really in good terms with Wolfram, tried his best to hide his worried face.

Gwendal had his forehead knot, he can't imagine his own little brother to be part with him at another place; another dimension.

He didn't even imagine that his brother was the late son of the Great King Shinou and the

Brave Queen Rufus. Yes, Wolfram's soul was originally Prince Richard Bielfeld.

"You were cursed... No, still cursed I mean, up to this day."