As Wolfram closed the Round Table door behind, he wanted to burst out laughing. Yuuri had just put down the great and powerful Round Table nobles. AWESOME! But, his jubilation was cut short when he turned to face voices coming from the left side of the corridor. His wide open smile quickly vanished into a frown and then into a glare. Yuuri was at the end of the corridor jovially talking to Gisela and Angel.

Wolfram was about to stomp over to the trio and yell at Yuuri for being a cheating wimp, when he recalled that Yuuri was no longer his fiancée. So if, Yuuri now wanted to court Angel there was no way he could stop him. That would be of course if he could find another solution to the Angel problem. A solution like… killing him, or cutting of his penis, or castrating him, or better yet volunteering Angel as a guinea pig to Anissina. That would certainly be the most painful of all the alternatives. Yes, that was the solution.

As Wolfram approached the chatty trio, he noticed that Mr. A.F.H. was holding a sword. Hah yes! He had forgotten that he had challenged Yuuri's distinctive guest to a duel. Well not really a duel, it was more of a spar. But still, in his mind set there was no obvious difference between a spar and a duel. He was going to teach the leach a lesson! He smirked!

"Hey Wolf," Yuuri said as Wolfram approached them with a defiant walk. 'Eto' Yuuri thought as he noticed Wolfram attitude. Yuuri knew Wolfram's different walks, smiles, stances, postures, moods, and eye looks, and the walk, smile, look, and mood that Wolfram was giving off was deadly. To any other person (with the exception of his immediate family) Wolfram looked as he was in a pleasant mood. However, Yuuri knew better. Wolfram was in a bad mood! And by the looks of his mood, it was downright bad. Deathly bad for whom ever it was meant for. Yuuri just hoped it was not aimed at him. Gulp!

Yuuri watched Wolfram as he greeted the trio. "Yuuri, Gisela," Wolfram turned to Angel and saccharin sweetly said, "and how shall I address you? Mr. Angel Ferrer Hidalgo? Dr. Ferrer Hidalgo? I know Lord Angel Ferrer Hidalgo?" Yuuri listened to Wolfram's tone. Wolfram's anger was directed at Angel. But why? Now that he thought about it, he had noticed the three brothers', Celi's, Murrata's, Yozak's, and Anissina's reception of Angel as cautious. No, it was more like unfriendly. It was as if they were being cordial to the enemy. What was up with that?

"Just Angel," Angel answered. This was the second time that he was directly speaking with Wolfram, and once again the brat was cordially rude.

"Very will Angel, you may call me Lord Wolfram. You may dispense using my family name," Wolfram respectively replied.

"I thank you for letting me dispense with part of the formalities," Angel replied. He then brought his sword to face Wolfram. "I hope that my lord recalls asking me to join him for a small spar this lovely afternoon?"

"Recall I do. I was just about to go in search of you, Annngelll." Wolfram sweetly smiled.

"We came searching for you my lorrrrd."

"There was no need for you to bother yourself in searching for me. You may always find me next to His M.a.j.e.s.t.y!" Wolfram said as he stepped in front of Yuuri.

"I am most certain of that."

The politically correct conversation filled with animosity continued. Yuuri and Gisela listened. Neither could believe the animosity and spite coming from Wolfram. Both wondered where it came from. Yuuri began to think back to when the first arrived earlier in the day. Now that he thought about it, as soon as he had introduced Angel to Wolfram, Wolfram had been quite defensive. He had not realised it at the time. He would need to have a word with Wolfram before an all out battle began. He grabbed Wolfram's wrist, and he was about to pull him off to the side when he heard Gwendal and Günter approach them.

Wolfram turned towards Gwendal and Günter when he heard their voices, and that was when he noticed Yuuri holding his wrist. He was about to shake Yuuri's hand away, but quickly had second thoughts. He was going to take advantage of the situation in front of Angel to prove that Yuuri (although not engaged) was his! Wolfram gently pulled his wrist up and slid his hand into Yuuri's. He looked at Yuuri's face watching his reaction. There was none as Yuuri stared at the two approaching nobles. Actually there was a reaction, but it did not come from Yuuri's face. The reaction came from Yuuri's hand as he laced his fingers into Wolfram's. Wolfram squeezed Yuuri's hand firmly.

Yuuri and Wolfram stepped closer together hiding their intertwined hands behind them. They dared not look at each other. At the same time, both hoped that neither Gwendal or Gunter saw them hold each other's hand. Somehow or another both young men managed not to blush.

Yuuri watched Gwendal's lips move as he said something. Whatever Gwendal was saying Yuuri blanked it out. All he was concerned about was, he was holding Wolfram's hand, and for the first time ever Wolfram had not flinched away. He decided to try something. He gently brushed his thumb against Wolfram's. Wolfram did not flinch! Wolfram actually responded by gently brushing his thumb against his. It was great! Wolfram was responding favourably. Now all he had to, so he would not scare Wolf away, was to take baby steps. Hopefully within the next month or so, he could convince Wolfram to give him a peck on the lips. Yuuri knew how prudish Wolfram was. Wolfram was his sweet and innocent angel. 'I have to prove to Wolfram that I am not a pervert. I have to prove to him that I have the best intentions in keeping his honour intact. Holding hands is a good first step! Eto...what is Gwendal blabbing about? Yes, Yes, Yes! I'm holding Wolf's hand! I'm holding Wolf's hand...' Yuuri mentally sang to himself.

Wolfram also watched Gwendal's lips moving. What Gwendal was saying, he did not know or care. All Wolfram knew was that Yuuri was reacting to him in the most agreeable of ways. Yuuri was holding on to his hand and brushing his thumb against his. There was still hope for the wimp. He began to wonder how much further he could take it. He began to play thumbsies with Yuuri, and Yuuri lightly squeezed his hand. Then his mind began to wonder what else Yuuri would be up to doing within the next couple of hours. Hopefully much more than just holding hands. Hopefully like touching lips, and then more touching of hands, touching of arms, legs, torso, bare skin, rubbing bu… 'Get you mind out of the gutter Wolfram!'Wolfram's inner voice screamed.

'Why should I? The wimp is responding!''I know he is responding, but if you keep thinking things like what you were just thinking, I'll end up all flustered!''Oh you mean Erzherzog will come alive?''Shut up!'Damn! Erzherzog is coming alive. Just think of a purely naked Yuuri right under you. Your hands running along that soft, lightly tanned, muscular skin and squeezing that exquisite, tight, and firm buttocks. His lips parted, panting, begging for more. Imagine Erzherzog sliding into Yuuri's wa-''Stop it Wolf! Get your mind out of the GUTTERRRRR!"

Abruptly, Wolfram pulled his hand out of Yuuri's, jumped away, turned around and stormed off. He stopped, and without turning he yelled, "Angel I expect you in the training grounds in 15 minutes. He continued his route to the Gentlemen's toilets formally known as the Ladies' Toilets.

Gwendal and Gunter had decided to have a chat with Yuuri and Wolfram about their behaviour at the end of the Round Table. They saw Yuuri and Wolfram talking to Gisela and Angel. Both older demons groaned when they noticed Wolfram stepping between Yuuri and Angel, Yuuri grabbing Wolfram's wrist, andYuuri and Wolfram turning towards them and standing shoulder to shoulder. "Yuuri! Wolfram! I want to see you two in my office now!" Gwendal barked. No reaction from said younger demons except for smiles. "I said my office now! Are you to listening to me? Gunter and I want to talk to you about your comportment at the end of the Round Table. Do you understand? Blah...blah..blah...blah..." Gunter nodded as Gwendal spoke.

Yuuri smiled. Yuuri's smile turned to his big eyed sweet innocent goofy smile. Gwendal's could swear he saw stars sparkling in Yuuri's eyes. He was SOOO CUTE! Wolfram was smiling also. But unlike Yuuri's, his smile was (how could Gwendal put it) not so innocent. It definitely was not innocent when Wolfram licked and sucked his lower lip. "Are you two even listening to me?!" Gwendal barked again.

Wolfram jumped away, turned and walked away yelling back at Angel.

Yuuri's smile disappeared and disappointment covered his face. He to began to walk away, but in the opposite direction of Wolfram.

"YOUR MAJESTY!" a very irate Gwendal called out. Gunter jumped at Gwendal's yell. Two suppressed laughs were heard behind him.

Yuuri stopped. "I'm going to find Greta and meet you guys at the training ground." He continued on his way head lowered, shoulders slump. As always, Wolfram pulled and jumped away.

Gwendal turned to Gisela and Angel with a scornful look. "Do you know what that was about?"

Gisela looked at Angel. Angel looked at Gisela. In a silent communication they said the following to each other: As if we are going to tell you that they were playing handsies. HA! They both smiled gently (smirking) when they really wanted to burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry to say I do not know Lord von Voltaire," Angel said whilst placing his sword over his shoulder.

Gwendal noticed the sword. "So, you will you be sparring with my younger brother,"

"Yes my lord. We are having our little spar in about 15 minutes. Care to come and watch?"

Gwendal hid his smirk. "I would not want to miss it for anything in Shin Makoku." He turned to Gunter and whispered, "I going to look for Conrart. I don't think he will want to miss the roasting." Gunter nodded and also managed to hide is smirk.

"Father may I have a word with you?" Gisela asked.

"Yes my dear, what is it?" Gunter replied. He looked over at Angel who had a sly smile on his face.

Gisela smiled sweetly. "Do you know of any reason why the maids would believe that His Majesty was pregnant?"

"Excuse me? Why would they think of such a thing?" Gunter turned even paler than his usual pale self.

"Oh, I don't know. When I asked them they said they overheard a conversation, and it led them to believe that His Majesty was pregnant," Gisela said as she cocked her head. Angel scoffed in the background.

"That is preposterous! Who could ever have had a conversation like that?" Gunter began to walk towards the training ground. And then, he stopped. "You should ask His Highness the Sage. You know how he likes to tease His Majesty, and he teased him a few days ago." Gisela and Angel looked at each other knowing that there was a lot more to it than just a prank, and that Gunter had just avoided the question. Besides from earlier information gathering...

During the Round Table, Gisela and Angel returned to the infirmary. On their way there, Gisela discussed with Angel a very unusual request made by her father. "He has never asked me to keep a 'vigilant' eye on anyone. He also asked that I make sure that you did not ask too many questions about medicinal plants, and that you did not make any unusual potions. "

"Uh? What kind of potions would I make?" Angel replied.

"I have a feeling that something is going on," Gisela said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well they are all acting strangely. I can't put my finger on it."

"Strange how?"

Gisela thought back. "During lunch, did you notice the seating arrangement?"

"I'm sorry, but I didn't see anything wrong."

"For example, Wolfram was seated between his uncle and Lord von Gyllenal. Wolfram can not stand von Gyllenal. Actually Wolfram should have been seated next to Greta. Then there was Yozak. He was in between Lord von Spetzweg and Lord Raven. Every time von Sptetzweg and Raven tried to talk, Yozak interrupted them. Then there is you!"

"Me?"

"Yes! You did notice that Lady Anissina was seated next to her brother Lord Denesham. However, Lady Cecelia was seated next to you instead of her brother Lord Stoffel. And, did you not notice how she kept asking questions about you and His Majesty?"

"Now that you mention it, yes! I did find it somewhat odd. There is something else."

"What is it?"

"When I introduced myself to Lady Celi, she made an odd comment about my name. It made me feel like my name was...um...undesirable. Then she asked me about if I knew her sons? And that is when it became really weird!"

"What do you mean?"

"She held Conrart's arm and stated the fact that he was the best swordsman in the world, She pointed towards Gwendal whilst stating the fact that he was General of Shin the most powerful earth wielder. Mind you, she added, 'He can bury people instantly.' Then she pointed out Wolfram stating he was a captain, an excellent swordsman, the best fire wielder, and to be cautious of his fire lions. I sort of felt like I was being forewarned. And finally, she proudly mentioned that Wolfram was Yuuri's F.I.A.N.C.É.E. And there was one more thing: she emphasised that she was the former Maou!"

Gisela absorbed the information that Angel was giving her. "You remember when I introduced you to my father?"

"HE FAINTED!" they both said at the same time.

"Wait there is something else!" Angel exclaimed. "Remember when we arrived at the temple, and I was introduced to Lady Ulrike?"

"She did a double take when you were introduced, and proceeded to question you about potions. Not only that, she took you to see Shinou which is a very uncommon occurrence."

"And you should have seen his reaction. Basically he said, 'So you are Angel!'. He did not question my name, but he stated a fact."

"Well if something is going on and Shinou is involved, it is not good!" Gisela shook her head. "Then there is His Majesty's lunchtime meal. I think we should talk to the maids." And so, Gisela and Angel proceeded to talk to the maids.

When they arrived at the kitchen, only Lasagna was there. She was prepping for dinner. The two investigators proceeded to question her.

"Lasagna we have a question for you about His Majesty's lunchtime meal," Detective Inspector Gisela said.

"Was there something wrong with his meal? We could accommodate it if necessary," Lasagna said innocently.

"We were wondering why he was served a different meal to the rest of us."

"We thought it was appropriate for His Majesty."

Detective Inspector Angel had do ask; "Appropriate how?"

Lasagna became a tad flustered. "Well we thought it was suitable for His Majesty's condition. He is growing."

Gisela contained her laugh. "Yes he is still a growing young mazoku, but the meal he received is not conducive to his development as a male."

Lasagna was now a little perplexed, and she looked at Angel. "Oh, so should we give him something different. We believed that a half mazuko, half human male from Earth would eat the same as a female here. What dietary needs does he need?"

Gisela was about to lose it. "Let me understand you. Do you honestly believe..." Gisela shook her head, "think that he is, aaaa-"

"Pregnant?!" Angel helped out.

Lassagna blushed and said, "Yes. Isn't he? Isn't that the reason your here Lord Angel? To be his Earth healer?"

Angel burst out laughing. Gisela stared him down in her sergeant mode. "What ever gave you the idea that His Majesty was pregnant?"

Lasagna gulped as she stood at attention. "Doria and Sangria overheard a conversation yesterday Captain."

"Do you know what the conversation was?"

"They told Effe and me that they overheard that His Majesty was pregnant, and the father was Lord Wolfram."

Angel, once again, burst out laughing. Gisela turned to Angel and barked, "IT IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER DR. FERRER!"

Angel gulped and also stood at attention. "Si mi sargento!" and he muted his mouth with his hands.

Gisela turned to Lassagna, "Who had the conversation?"

"I don't know Milady. You would have to ask Doria and Sangria."

"Where can I find them?"

"The went to the village to buy some goods for tomorrow night's party and won't be back until before dinner is served."

"Very well. Let them know that I want to talk to them after dinner. You said the overheard conversation was held yesterday?"

"Yes mum."

Angel uncovered his mouth. "Lady Gisela may I add something?"

"Please do."

Angel turned to Lassagna. "Males, no matter where they are from, no matter if they are pure breed or half breed, can not have babies."

"Not even on Earth?" Disappointment showed in Lassagna's face.

"Not even from Earth. It is impossible! Do you understand?" Angel spoke slowly accentuating every word. Lasagna nodded her head in disappointment. There went the baby lottery!

Angel and Gisela left the kitchens. "I'll show you around the castle," Gisela said.

"I would really appreciate that. I don't want to get lost and end up in a dungeon," Angel replied.

"Don't worry, the only purpose for the dungeons nowadays are for storing Lady Anissina's left over and failed inventions. Although, I do think that there may be one or two down there that may still be functioning." Gisela stopped walking and said nonchalantly, "I do believe she has one that is called Love-Earth-And-Quake-Kun down there. I wouldn't go near it."

Angel looked at her as if the women of Blood Pledge Castle were mad. "Does it do what the name states?"

Gisela nodded. "I think she built it when her brother tried to marry her off, and Gwendal refused to help her. In the end, Gwendal helped her. Those two can read each other minds."

"Is there something between Anissina and Gwendal?" Angel asked. Finally, some juicy gossip.

"Although to a normal visitor there may seem friends; the truth is there is a whole lot more between them," Gisela said, and they continued to walk.

After a few minutes of walking, they were outside in the gardens. Angel looked back at the castle and had a revelation. "I got it. I knew I had seen this place before. Well not this place," he said as he pointed a the towers."

"You've seen this castle before?" Gisela inquired.

"Not this one, but a replica of it. Blood Pledge is at a much bigger scale."

"A copy? Where?"

"One of my ancestors was an architect that worked on El Alcazar de Segovia. He was a mazoku himself. He must have gotten the idea of El Alcazar from Blood Pledge."

"That is really interesting – Dacauscas!" Gisela called out as she saw the soldier walk into the castle with produce.

Dacauscas stopped on his tracks and fumble the fruits and vegetables. "YES SERGEANT! I MEAN CAPTAIN!"

"Are Doria and Sangria back?"

"NO CAPTAIN! THERE ARE STILL AT THE MARKET, CAPTAIN!"

"Thank you Dacauscas," Gisela replied. She then thought of something. "Dacauscas, do you know anything about a conversation that might have been overheard?" At that point, Dacauscas became slightly fidgety. Gisela and Angel noticed. "Well do you?"

"No Captain, I did not hear anything yesterday."

"Yesterday? Are you sure you did not hear anything? Or maybe you saw something?" Angel asked.

Dacauscas looked at the stranger. "I'm sorry I did not introduce myself. I am Angel Ferrer Hidalgo," Angel said. Dacauscas looked at the man in awe. 'Now where have I heard that name before,' he thought to himself. "Have we met before?" he asked.

"No we haven't. Why do you ask?" Angel asked.

"Your name sounds familiar," Dacauscas replied.

Gisela asked, "How does it sound familiar?"

Dacauscas thought back and said, "Maybe it as to do with the meeting yesterday."

"What meeting?" Gisela inquired.

"Well they had a meeting all day yesterday in the Round Table room," Dacauscas said.

"Who was in the meeting?"

"Let me see, Lord von Voltaire, Lord Weller, His Highness the Sage, um... Lady Anissina, and Lady Celi, oh and Captain Gurrier, your father Lord von Christ, and um Lord Wolfram. That it's it!"

Gisela and Angel looked at each other, and Gisela continued, "By any chance, do you know what they met about?"

"Not really, but I think it might have to do with a black notebook that belongs to His Majesty," Dacauscas innocently replied.

Angel asked, "Is there anything else you can tell us?"

"Um not really. Oh maybe? I was told by the night guards that one of Lady Anissina's inventions destroyed a black notebook, and they were ordered to take every sliver of the notebook to Lady Anissina's lab so it could be repaired." Gisela and Angel looked at each other. The answers they received raised more questions. Angel was about to ask a question when Gisela stopped him. "You may go Dacauscas, and thank you for your time."

Dacauscas left towards the kitchen. "I had another question," Angel said.

"We want get more information out of him later, besides I don't want scare him. I need for him to give me answers freely as he just did."

"I see. Now what?"

"I'll finish showing you around, then we'll fetch one of your swords, and then meet the culprits outside the Round Table. I would love to have a word with my father."

"What about Yuuri and the black notebook?" Angel asked.

"I don't think we should tell him anything until we know all the facts," Gisela replied, and Angel nodded in agreement.

Gisela and Angel proceeded into the castle. Gisela was pointing out the different offices when they happen to stumble upon the Maou's office, and an unpleasant smell came from it. "What is that smell?" Angel asked as he covered his nose.

"It smells like Wolfram's bearbee paint!" Gisela replied as she pinched her nose. At that moment, the door to the office opened, and person exited wearing a green hazmat suit and a Morgif gas mask. He was carrying an empty paint bucket. "Excuse me, but what are you doing in His Majesty's office?" Gisela asked.

The voice replied behind the gas mask, "I was suddenly ordered, by Lady Cecilia, to paint His Majesty's office."

"But why are you using bearbee paint?"

"All that I was told by Lord Weller was to paint His Majesty's office using this paint and only bearbee paint."

"Are you finished now?"

"I actually finished before lunch, but the smell was so bad that not even with this mask could I breathe. So I just came back to fetch the bucket."

"Please take that bucket away, and destroy it," Gisela ordered. The masked painter did as ordered. Gisela grabbed Angel by the arm and ran for it. When they arrived at the infirmary Gisela said, "They are hiding something! And, it has something to do with Yuuri's notebook!"

"So that is what bearbee paint smells like. Yew! " Angel recalled the face Yuuri made when Wolfram mentioned Yuuri's office being painted. He then added, "Should we tell Yuuri? And what is with that horrible looking gas mask?"

"To answer your first question: not right now. Not until we know more. I'm definitely going to interrogate my father! And the Morgif gas mask is an invention of Anissina's."

'That Anissina woman is mad!' Angel thought to himself.

Elsewhere in the castle grounds, during the Round Table, Conrart was checking the security. With the amount of nobles staying overnight, security had to be coordinated. He could not have the nobles' guards running around like pigs with their heads cut off as they were doing at the moment. Or was it chickens? At times, he thought back to Wolfram's drawing. Could it be that they were wrong in assuming that Angel Ferrer Hidalgo was the A.F.H. whomYuuri was referring to? Could A.F.H. actually be Angel From Heaven in reference possibly to Wolfram? If that was so... that perverted King! He might be the King's personal guard and godfather, but Wolfie was still his baby brother and he was going to protect him from all perverts! Including a perverted Maou!

Over towards the west wing, three people sat around a large rectangular table. On said table where shreds of paper that once belonged to His Majesty's diary. Each person on the table had a pair of tweezers in one hand. While Yozak together pieced the larger and mid-size pieces and Anissina the small pieces, Murata wore magnifying glasses to place the infinitesimal slivers onto the semi-repaired pages. Yozak blew out a whistle and said, "Boy, the young master sure has an imagination."

"I guess you are on page 17?" Anissina asked.

"Yup!"

"Hurry up and finish it. I have some pieces here that need to go in. I need to know what he fantasised," Anissina said.

Murata stopped what he was doing, "Lady Anissina, Yozak, You should let that page be. I'll repair it by myself."

Anissina rose from her chair and loomed over Murata. "Nonsense! I am a scientist, and I need to know what that Angel person gave Yuuri. Depending on the type of hallucination he had, I can deduce the ingredients in the potion!" She moved her face closer to his. "And if you think for one moment that I am just going to hand over that page to you, you better be prepared to fight me over it!" Murata swallowed as he looked up at Anissina through is magnifying glasses, and all he saw was the mad scientist's scary face magnified a thousand times. "Yes Sir!"he said.

At the same time Angel and Gisela were investigating, Conrart was mentally preparing to protect the innocence of his baby bother, and Murata was being threatened by a mad scientist, Celi and Greta were having fun since Raven could no longer entertain Celi. He had other things do which included finding suitable mates for His Majesty.

Celi and Greta were doing girlie things. Greta showed Celi her new dress, and Celi had her try it on. Then Celi asked a soldier to bring an old trunk out of storage. The trunk was brought, and in it was girlie clothing. They had a fun filled afternoon with Greta trying on different dresses. A seamstress was called to modernise the dresses Greta liked. Celi gave Greta a completely make-over. Greta was looking at her new look in a mirror when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Celi said.

The door opened, and Yuuri entered. "Hello," he said. "Yuuri!" Greta said as she rushed over to him. Yuuri looked at his daughter and widely smiled. She looked so pretty wearing in a bright yellow dress as she twirled in front of him. She looked so cute with her hair done up in a bun, and her face was so cute with... "WHAT IS THAT BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK DOING ON YOU LIPS! NO WAY! UH! UH! THERE IS NO WAY MY LITTLE GIRL IS WEARING LIPSTICK! SHE IS TOO, WAY TOO, YOUNG! NO WAY! NO WAY! ETC..." Yuuri went on a tirade about Greta being to young! She was just a little girl! Greta could only shake her head. Stupid Yuuri!

"Yuuri! She is not a little girl anymore !" Celi barked.

Yuuri looked a Celi and approached her. "R.E.D. Lipstick?"

"Look again darling, she is wearing clear moisturising lip gloss."

Yuuri looked at Greta. Okay, so it was not red lipstick as he first imagined. But still, "She's too young even to wear clear lip gloss!"

"And this is from the one who imagines white robes and belts dropping," Celi mumble. Yuuri overheard and frowned at Celi.

"I bet Wolfram will say it is okay!" Greta said.

Yuuri looked at Greta still frowning, "I bet he will agree with me!"

"Your Majesty, do you honestly think that my little darling will agree?" Celi added.

"Yeah!"

"Will then let's see," Greta said as she marched out the room.

"Do even know where he is?" Yuuri called after Greta. Greta stopped and shook her head. "Thought so! He is at the training ground about to spar with Angel."

"Ooooo, they are going to du, err, spar now?" Celi said all excited as she ran towards Greta. She grabbed Greta's hand, and both ran towards the training ground.

Yuuri fell back wondering why was everyone so excited about Wolfram and Angel sparring. It was just another weird thing of the day he guessed. Thinking about weird; everyone had been acting weird all day. And what was it with Wolfram being so over protective today? Although he was over protective most of the time, today was just he was just way too overly protective.

Word had spread around. Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld was to duel, correction, spar with Doctor Angel Ferrer Hidalgo. With that said, all the nobles, half the guards, the remaining kitchen help, practically everyone who was in the castle at the time was out by the training ground when Celi and Greta arrived followed by Yuuri. Yuuri looked around for Wolfram, and noticed him, off to a side, talking with Conrart and Gwendal. Yuuri took Greta's hand and marched her over to Wolfram. "Tcht! Don't worry Gwendal, I got him covered!" Yuuri overheard Wolfram say to Gwendal.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri called out.

"Your Majesty... Greta!" Wolfram said as he noticed how cute Greta was dressed. He knelt down on one knee to take a better look at Greta. "Don't you look beautiful!" he said.

"Is that all your going to say?" Yuuri asked.

"What do you mean, I said she looked beautiful. I am proud to be one of her fathers!" Wolfram replied.

"Look at what she is WEARING!"

Wolfram looked at Greta again as he gave him a toothy smile. "I don't see anything wrong."

"SHE..SHE...SHE'S WEARING LIPSTICK!"

Wolfram looked at her smiling face again. "Lipstick? I don't see any lipstick. I just see clear lip gloss."

"Lipstick, lip gloss what's the difference?" Yuuri yelled whilst flapping his arms. "She's too young! She's just a baby!"

Wolfram's left eye ticked. He lowered his head, his bangs covered his eyes, and he clinched his fists. "She. Is. Not. A. Baby. Or. A. Little. Child. Any. MORE! She is a young lady. A princess. SHE IS GROWING UP YUURI! AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH LIP GLOSS YOU WIMP!"

"BUT, BUT-"

"NO BUTS YUURI!" Wolfram unclenched his fist and looked straight at Yuuri. "Yuuri, she is growing up. She is not the little girl we adopted two years ago." Wolfram put a hand on Yuuri's shoulder. "You have to realise that one day she is going to be a beautiful, young, independent woman, and that you will not be able to tell her what to do or stop her from doing what she wants to do."

Yuuri knew that Wolfram was speaking the truth, and he put his head on Wolfram's shoulder. "But, I don't want her to grow up. She's just too young. She's my little girl," Yuuri whined. Wolfram looked over to Greta and winked at her as he patted Yuuri's back. He pushed Yuuri back gently, smoothly grasped Yuuri's chin, looked him in the eyes and whispered, "Don't become the over protective person like our moronic brothers." Yuuri straightened up, nodded, and laughed. "I don't want to become known as Shouri the 2nd."

"Or me as Gwendal the 2nd," Wolfram murmured. They both smiled at each other and laughed, as everyone else thought it was the cutest thing they had ever seen: two young fathers discussing their child's upbringing.

"Ahem," Gwendal cleared his throat. He was clearly blushing. "As I said before, you should discuss Greta's upbringing in private. Wolfram you have a duel to attend to." Wolfram nodded.

"Wolfram one more thing," Conrart said as he pulled Wolfram off to the side. Yuuri took Greta's hand and walked towards Angel. He had to have a word with Angel. Something very strange was going on. Why did Gwendal say duel? And, when had Gwendal said that Wolfram and he should discuss Greta's upbringing? Never! Something was up, and they were hiding it from him! He looked back and saw Anissina, Yozak, Murata, and Gunter join Wolfram. He looked at the seven people surrounding Wolfram. Which one of them could he drill for answers. He smirked. There was one that would always tell him the truth, and that was Wolfram.

Yuuri and Greta walked up next to Gisela and Angel. Both of them had also looking at the group of eight, and Yuuri noticed. The first thing out of his mouth was, "Gisela have you noticed anything weird today?"

Gisela lightly stepped on Angel's foot and then she replied, "No Your Majesty, why?"

"I don't know. I just have the funny feeling that those guys" nodding towards the diary readers, "are up to something, and I just can't figure it out."

"OOOOHHH AHHHH MOO AH OOO AAAA"

"Morgif!" Yuuri turned to the sounds of moaning. A guardsman was holding Morgif. "Your Majesty your sword was moaning or talking loudly so a figure I bring him to you."

Yuuri took Morgif and thanked the guard. "What's up Morgif?"

"Mooo moo ah eeeh uuuu mooo heee," Morgif said.

"I'm sorry. I should have fetched you. Can you forgive me?" Yuuri replied.

Angel's eyes almost popped out of his sockets as Yuuri conversed with Morgif. He looked at Gisela and asked "That is the gas mask! Is that sword alive?"

"That is the great Mullem Desoive Eligh Morgif demon sword. Only the Maou can wield it."

"He seems to understand what it is saying, can you?"

"No, only the Maou and Sage can understand what Morgif is saying," Gisela explained as Wolfram approached them.

"Ready?" he asked Angel with a sly look, but the look disappeared when Yuuri and Morgif abruptly bumped into him. "What are you two doing?" he asked annoyed.

"Eto...sorry Wolf, but Morgif wanted to say hi." Yuuri explained a mid Morgif's moaning.

Wolfram looked at the sword and said, "Hello Morgif!" Morgif's excuse for eyes turned to hearts, and it moaned. "Stop that Morgif, you're the demon sword for Shinou sake! Stop being a pervert like your master!"

Moaning

"Hey I'm not a wimp!" Yuuri replied.

"I happen to agree with you Morgif," Wolfram said.

Moaning.

"Maybe next time Morgif if your master lets me," Wolfram replied.

More moaning.

"I'll be using my sword today," Wolfram explained as Morgif stuck its tongue out at Wolfram's sword.

"That is rude!" Wolfram scolded Morgif.

Morgif moaned more as Wolfram and Yuuri continued to converse with Morgif.

Everyone around them stood in complete awe. Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld understood everything that the demon sword was saying. Murata whispered to Gwendal and Gunter, "It looks like Shibuya was right in making von Bielefeld his heir."

"Maybe we should also add the demon swords approval," Gunter said, and Gwendal nodded.

Angel turned to Gisela, "I thought you said only Yuuri and the Sage could understand the sword."

"That is what I thought also," replied Gisela. "How strange."

Wolfram turned to Angel, "Sorry about the interruption, shall we?"

They walked to the centre of the training ground, and they took their places with ten metres of separation. Angel swayed his hips to loosen them up. That particular motion received several oohs coming from the female crowd. Wolfram was not going to have it. He stretched his neck in several directions and then one final stretch with a charming smile. "AAAHH," came from both genders. Angel tsked. He was not going to let Wolfram beat him in posing! He swayed his body into a final pose yearning him a greater number of 'ahs'. Wolfram huffed: no way was he going to be beaten by the likes of Angel! And so, a posing duel began.

After ten minutes, Angel was running out of options. He had one last move. He stood up straight, shook his hair, and then...he ran a hand through is bronze hair whilst seductively smiling at all in attendance. That yearned catcall whistles. "Is that all you got?" said Wolfram. Wolfram took his stance. He bowed his head and in the process of raising it, he finger flicked his bangs whilst seductively looking off to the side. Long black eye lashes fluttered. Emerald eyes captivated. THUD! Ninety percent of those in attendance fainted with hearts in their eyes, and someone yelled "THAT'S OUR CAPTAIN!" Angel turned to see who had yelled: twenty bishonen soldiers, clad in bielefeld blue, were rooting for their captain. Angel's mouth dropped opened. How could he ever compete in the looks department with the bishonens and their captain?

Wolfram took the opportunity of distraction. He unsheathed his sword and lunged at Angel. Angel saw him out of the corner of his eye. Although caught of guard, Angel raised he sheathed sword in defence and blocked Wolfram's strike. The du...spar had begun.

TBC.

Per everyone's request, I am posting a part one of the latest chapter of the dairy. This part has been written out since February. I can not seem to get past the duel and what happens afterwards that evening. There are several directions that I could take it. What I have already written and planed out is Sara's arrival and his ever so lovely input into the whole story. Also planed out is the last chapter. I can not wait to write it out, but before that I have to get over a little hump called the duel...sorry I mean spar and it's aftermath.

Please be patient.

Thank you for all the reviews.

Merle