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Chapter List
- 1-Bloom
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
- 15
- 16
- 17
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kyou Kara Maou! – It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I’m not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: yaoi (male x male), violence, swearing, angst, drama. Wolfram-centric, out of character, original character.
Summary: With Yuuri’s upcoming birthday, Wolfram makes his decision. Where will it lead him and what is to become of them? Should eventually be Yuuri x Wolfram.
A/N 1: Yuuri – 18 years old. Wolfram – 20. Eldara – 31. Halea – 20. Athara – 18.
A/N 2: Greta doesn’t exist.
A/N 3: European/American/Japanese standards all at once depending on the plot requirements.
A/N 4: A tendency to ignore the anime/manga and supplement the story with my own imagined facts.
A/N 5: Season III is not taken into consideration, except for the fact that Wolfram’s uncle exists.
A/N 6: The umlaut in Gunter’s name is a bother.
Bloom
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Tia Integra
Part 16
When Wolfram opened his eyes, daylight had already flooded the room. For a few seconds, he lay completely still in the bed while trying to sort his thoughts out. There was chaos in his head. All he remembered were flashes of him eating pate, drinking and then…a door.
Wolfram stiffened and sat up quickly. Groaning, he pressed his hands to his head, which threatened to explode. He had clearly overdone drinking wine. Wincing at the excruciating pain in his head, he stood up. His bloodshot eyes took in himself. He didn’t remember undressing. Neither did he remember returning to his room.
After dressing, the blond climbed downstairs. He was aware of intense looks the guards were giving him. He wondered why nobody was standing at his door. Only when he entered the lobby, he saw the reason: all of his guards were gathered there. One of his men rushed to him, saluting. He looked aghast.
“Your Highness, are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” The guard didn’t look relieved at all. “My head hurts,” Wolfram added, thinking that maybe it was because of his painfully screwed face. “What’s happening?” he asked, looking around.
Recognizing the voice, from amidst the men, the duke drifted out and headed towards the blond. “Did you have lunch?” he asked.
At the thought of food, Wolfram turned pale. He shook his head quickly. “I’m not hungry.”
The duke gave him an understanding look. “Alright, then. Let’s go to my study.” He turned his head to Wolfram’s guard. “Captain?”
“Yes, Your Grace. I will join you as well.”
Wolfram’s face grew confused. He looked at his guard first, then Eldara. “Captain? Where’s Yozak?”
“I will explain everything in the study.”
Despite feeling worried, Wolfram didn’t question any further and followed the duke. Once inside his study, Eldara lifted his cat off the chair that stood in front of his desk. Then he pushed one more chair towards it, offering his guests to sit down.
“Yozak Gurrier is still recovering from radiation from Esoteric Stones,” he started when Wolfram sat down. “The doctor says he should recover in a few days. Fajdal holds the highest rank after Gurrier, therefore, he took over Gurrier’s duties.”
Wolfram turned to Fajdal, who nodded, confirming Eldara’s words. Lost, the blond stared at his subordinate’s face then turned to Eldara. “What Esoteric Stones?”
The duke gave Wolfram a sharp smile. “I see.” He lowered his hands onto the desk and laced his fingers together. “You got drunk yesterday and broke into the Esoteric Stone vault.”
Wolfram blinked. He did remember a door he madly wanted to open back then, but what happened afterwards was a complete mystery to him. “Esoteric Stones?” he repeated numbly. “Why would I want to see Esoteric Stones?”
Eldara sighed, and Wolfram caught a flash of guilt reflect on the duke’s face. “It was because I lied that it was my butterfly collection,” he admitted. “You obviously didn’t believe me and wanted to see what was in there yourself. I didn’t expect you to go to such lengths.” He bowed his head lightly. “My mistake.”
Wolfram stared at him in disbelief. He still didn’t have much memory of yesterday. “What did I actually do? Kick the door down?”
“No. You ordered one of your men to disassemble the lock for you.”
Wolfram shifted in his chair uncomfortably and gave the duke an awkward look. “Did I really do that?”
“Yes,” Eldara confirmed. “I suppose it was your idea of a joke.”
Wolfram cleared his throat. “Alright. So I got into the vault. What happened then?”
“No, you didn’t get into the vault. I got there just in time - you opened the door no more than a crack.” Eldara drummed with his fingers against the surface of the desk. “I had to get past your men, though. Luckily, no one’s seriously injured.”
Now, Wolfram’s face was filled with horror. “Did I order them to attack you? Oh, gods! I don’t remember any of this!”
The duke sighed. “No, you didn’t order them to attack me. I would say you weren’t even aware of what was going on around you. I was just… There was no time, and I probably looked threatening while barreling down the corridor, so they tried to block my way.”
Listening, Wolfram watched him closely. “I don’t understand,” he said when the duke finished talking. “So if no one entered the vault… How come Yozak is ill?”
Eldara could see that the blond was losing his patience. Something serious had happened, which he had no memory of. Now he was left without his captain, he didn’t know how Gurrier was doing either and his head was obviously bursting with either a hangover or after-effects of Esoteric Stones or both. Considering all this, Wolfram must feel a great deal insecure.
“You opened the door and that was enough.”
“What do you mean I opened the door and that was enough? That’s…!”
“Wolfram, calm down,” Eldara interrupted him softly. “There’s a reason I didn’t want you to enter the vault. There are over four thousand Esoteric Stones in there. You lost your consciousness, while your captain…” Wolfram suddenly looked pale and sick, and he wondered if he should continue or call for a nurse.
“Why?” Wolfram muttered, still in shock. “Why would you keep something like this? It’s…” He trailed off with a shudder.
Eldara watched him with something akin to curiosity and understanding on his face. It was easy to read how disgusted Wolfram was. The duke had used a lot of Esoteric Stones in his life and had seen how they affect Demons or half-Demons. There were many different kinds of Esoteric Stones, but they all had similar effects on Demons. In close proximity, Esoteric Stones caused them to lose their contact with elements, then their strength and, lastly, made them so violently ill that they could barely move. He had seen Demons trying to scratch holes into their skin with their nails where an Esoteric Stone had touched them. He had read reports maintaining that this kind of reaction was caused by the feeling of their skin being on fire. It was no wonder Wolfram looked as if he was going to vomit on his precious carpet at any given moment.
“I assure you that this is solely a collector’s interest.”
Wolfram laughed loudly then groaned softly at the pang it caused in his head. He suddenly realized what Yozak had been trying to tell him. The duke had lulled him to sleep, made him feel secure, at home even. In fact, he hardly knew anything about the man.
“It’s not a collector’s interest,” Wolfram said quietly, staring Eldara in the face. “It’s an armory filled with weapons against Demons. You can equip two armies with that amount of Esoteric Stones.”
“Yes, if the need arises, I will.” As soon as those words left the duke’s mouth, he could see the blond’s hands clench into fists at his sides.
“Do you really hate us so much?”
“This is the second time you have asked me this, Wolfram. It seems you have a short memory. I don’t particularly like Demons, that’s true, but wars, usually, don’t start only because of that. Wars start because your neighbor has more land and is richer than you.”
“You make me sick. You literally make me sick.”
“Sir…” Fajdal’s hand rose tentatively to Wolfram’s arm. His lord had stopped thinking clearly and this had become a dangerous situation. He retracted his hand when the blond smacked at it vehemently.
Eldara’s eyes hardened. “How is it different from any other weapon storage?”
“The specifics of it! So you admit that it is a weapon storage! You…”
“Contain your emotions, Wolfram,” Eldara warned. “Some people collect bows, others daggers. I collect Esoteric Stones.”
“Why?” Wolfram snapped. “Why Esoteric Stones?”
The duke shrugged. “Maybe because they sparkle so prettily?” He sighed. Wolfram was being overly dramatic. The blond was nearing hysteria and it reminded Eldara of the scene in the baths when he first arrived to the castle. He had to defuse the situation, or the blond was going to do something stupid again.
“I like them, so I collect them,” he said. “Indeed, I am aware that it is a powerful weapon. It is a part of why they appeal to me. But anyone collecting any other kind of weapons would say the same.”
Wolfram sat in his chair and glared at Eldara with disgust and anger.
“Wolfram, have no fear. I will not use any Esoteric Stones on you or your suite. However, I can’t assure your safety if you decide to break in again.”
Wolfram blushed, and Eldara could guess that it was both from anger and embarrassment. He rather wished the blond would leave his study and go drink a cup of nice hot tea.
“I’m not afraid!” Wolfram shot back. “And…” He was suddenly aware of the patient look the duke was giving him. He just sat there with his hands folded together on the desk, and watched him with a face filled with all the patience of the world. This suddenly made Wolfram feel even more irate but very foolish at the same time, which, in fact, was the largest source of anger in itself. It didn’t matter what he would tell the duke – they would not find common grounds concerning the collection. It was pointless to argue.
“How did you manage to isolate them, in any case?” Wolfram asked after a long pause, during which he had managed to suppress his discontentment.
Eldara wondered which fact had aggravated the blond more: the fact that he collected something so dangerous to Demons or the fact that he had never told Wolfram about it. He was inclined to think that it was the latter – Wolfram believed that he had abused his trust.
“Clay,” the duke said. “The walls are covered with a thick layer of clay.”
“Oh,” both Wolfram and Fajdal said at the same time. It was so simple, indeed. Humans sometimes used boxes made of clay to transport Esoteric Stones without Demons noticing.
“Are there any windows?”
“No. The vault is accessible only through that door in the corridor.”
Wolfram’s lips twitched but he stayed silent. Unless a twit of a guest like him decided to take a look at the vault, it was safe inside the castle – one needed an army to get in between the walls.
Seeing how Wolfram was at a loss as to what to say, the duke decided that with that the topic was closed.
“The Duke of Arklend and the Baron of Elkia will be here in two hours,” he said.
Wolfram had forgotten them and it was visible on his face. “That’s right…” he drawled. “How does Verinas feel?”
“Quite vengeful,” Eldara answered. “And if you are asking about his health, he is healing pretty well; the swelling went down and he can already see.”
The blue and black face resurfaced in Wolfram’s memory, and he frowned, as it was accompanied by Verinas’s unforgettable pain-filled howls. Wolfram was again reminded of Eldara’s coldblooded nature.
The blond gave Eldara a questioning look. “Who will the duke see first, you or Verinas?”
“The protocol demands him to see me first.”
Wolfram nodded. Von Ashira and von Sedera Houses generally were of the same status. Von Sedera would not dare to breach the etiquette and undermine his own position.
Then the blond noticed Eldara’s questioning eyes. “Yes, I will be there,” he said. However, Wolfram knew that now – after their short but dire clash of opinions – Eldara wasn’t certain if his presence was a good or a bad thing. He could confirm Eldara’s words but he could just as easily deny them. And, in fact, at the moment Wolfram was rather overtaken by spite.
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Lennon Barista of Elkia was not how Wolfram had imagined him. For some reason he had expected the baron to be an angry, short man with a red face. In fact, he was a very tall man, about sixty years old. He indeed was angry, but his face was white with suppressed rage. His wide eyebrows twitched and he constantly touched the bridge of his nose. His thin lips were mostly pressed into an even thinner dash.
Neryan von Sedera, the Duke of Arklend, was more or less how Wolfram had imagined him: he was a little younger (in his mid-forties), though, and had a youthful gait and demeanor. It was hard to discern his opinion about what happened: when he talked, his face remained unchanged and his voice was free of emotion. He was either indifferent, or just as furious as the baron.
Neryan wore his light blond hair short. His gray, penetrating eyes flitted around, taking in every tiny detail. The duke wore a blue jacket which was simple but elegant, complimenting his good build. He was already gaining weight, though. If he undertook no measures, he was going to be fat in a couple of years.
The four of them (von Ashira, von Sedera, von Bielefeld, and Barista) were sitting at a long, oval table in the meeting room, where official visits were arranged. Barista and von Sedera sat at one end of it while Eldara was on the opposite end. Wolfram had taken a neutral position and was sitting at its side, in between them, next to a large window. It was darkening and oil lamps were standing on the oval desk.
Two guards were standing at the door, and Wolfram wasn’t certain why they were needed. Most likely it was to create an illusion of security and to prevent heated outbursts. However, Wolfram doubted its effectiveness. Personally, he tended to ignore guards.
The traditional pleasantries had already been exchanged and now both sides were ready to tackle the problem. They agreed to use the Demon language so that Wolfram wouldn’t need his interpreter and would be able to take part in the conversation without any delay.
“Your Grace,” von Sedera started, folding his hands over the desk, his body leaning forward. “I would like an explanation as to what happened.”
Eldara nodded. “Of course, Your Grace. Where would you like me to start?”
Von Sedera grunted impatiently. “From the very start, of course.”
Eldara inclined his head again. “Four days ago His Highness Wolfram von Bielefeld and I went for a ride in the town. Deeper into the town we heard calls for help and, naturally, decided to take a look at what was happening there. It was your son,” Eldara said, nodding at Barista. “He and his bodyguard had been attacked by three townspeople who held a grudge against him.”
Neither the duke nor Barista asked what the nature of the grudge was, and Eldara continued: “My men fended the three brothers off and arrested them. Seeing how the townspeople were discontent with Verinas Baristas’ presence, I offered for him to stay at my castle, and he agreed. Unfortunately, at night, the same three brothers escaped from the dungeon, neutralized the guards, and broke into Barista’s room. They beat him nearly to death and escaped the castle and then the town. The search parties are looking for them.”
Von Sedera’s eyebrows rose. “And the search gave no results, you mean?”
Eldara appeared to squirm uncomfortably under Neryan’s gray distrusting gaze. “Yes, I am afraid they are still on the loose.”
The duke pursed his lips in distaste. “I see. I must tell you, Your Grace, that the security of your house is appalling. Not only did they manage to escape from the dungeon but were also freely wandering in the halls of your castle.”
“Yes, you are absolutely, right, Your Grace,” Eldara said, taking the reproach as deserved. “This is indeed unforgivable and I have already dealt with the people responsible.”
“Is that so?” Von Sedera didn’t appear to be convinced. “Let’s leave that for later discussion. In fact, the Baron of Elkia has presented me with very serious accusations concerning you. He claims that the prisoners have been released under your orders.”
Eldara’s face was frozen in shock. “You can’t be serious!” He turned to Barista. “Why would you think that, Sir? What would I gain from that?”
The baron stared at von Ashira without even blinking. “Your Grace,” he said. “My son has been slandered. I am afraid that Your Grace also fell victim to that deceitful slander.”
“In other words,” von Sedera said, “sir Barista believes that you might have been motivated to take the side of your people and take the retribution in your hands.”
Eldara shook his head. “I assure you, Your Grace, such ideas have never crossed my mind.”
Von Sedera was skeptical. He turned his head to look at von Bielefeld. “Is there anything His Highness would want to say?”
Wolfram nodded. “Yes, Your Grace. I must say that I don’t understand how one could abuse hospitality to such a level! The Duke of Raizgad has been kind enough to offer him a stay at his home. Certainly, it was bad luck for those lowlifes to escape, but to be accused of having arranged it is just like a slap in the face.”
Wolfram was a bad liar. And, again, Eldara was convinced of that when the blonds’ face turned crimson. However, if one didn’t know Wolfram, they could easily take his red face and shaky voice for expressive indignation.
Curiously, von Sedera studied Wolfram for a few seconds then smiled humorlessly. “I am not so certain you can be neutral in this case. Your Highness, there are serious rumors about the duke’s plans to Your Highness and Lady Halea von Ashira’s wedding.”
Wolfram chuckled loudly, surprised. “Well, they are his plans not mine.”
The Duke of Arklend grinned. He gave Eldara a look then turned his attention back to Wolfram. He nodded, accepting his words. “Your Grace,” he said, still gazing at Wolfram, “do you still maintain the fact that you had nothing to do with the runaway prisoners?”
“Your Grace,” Eldara said disbelieving, “would I lie in the presence of the Royal Emissary?”
Wolfram’s lips twitched and eyes widened. This was such a shameless lie of a bastard that he could only stare.
Von Sedera didn’t seem to be convinced in the least by von Ashira’s claims. “Yet, I demand that the culprits of your laughable security be punished, Your Grace.”
“Certainly, Your Grace,” Eldara agreed. “As said, I have already dismissed the guards who were on duty that night. I have not dealt with the captain yet, though.” He raised his hand when the baron opened his mouth with an intention to voice his comments. “Let me finish, Sir. It was because I was certain you would like to witness his punishment.”
Von Sedera inclined his head. “Of course, Your Grace.”
Eldara turned to the door where the guards stood. “Get Kailan here.”
“Of course, Your Grace.”
While all of them waited for the guards to get the captain, Eldara and Wolfram were subjected to the duke’s and baron’s judging stares. Von Ashira kept smiling politely while Wolfram caught himself tapping his fingers on the desk. Embarrassed, he stilled them. He was uneasy thinking what was going to happen now. It was obvious that neither von Sedera nor Barista believed them. He didn’t know either what Eldara was going to do with the captain, who had simply carried out the duke’s orders.
Wolfram started when there was a loud knock on the door and it opened, letting two soldiers in. A little uncertain, but trying not to show his confusion, Wolfram watched his former bodyguard approach the long oval desk. The man saluted.
Eldara rose to his feet, his whole demeanor suddenly becoming intimidating. “Captain,” he said. “You are here because of the poor job you did the night when Barista Verinas, one of my most honorable guests, was attacked. These men,” von Ashira motioned at the baron and the duke, “demand justice. So do I.”
Speechless, the guard stared at von Ashira. “B-but… I’m r-r…” he stuttered.
Eldara’s eyes flashed. “Silence!” he growled, gritting his teeth. “Don’t even try to weasel your way out!”
The guard’s face was pale. He was still saluting, but his hand was shaking visibly. He was obviously terrified, staring at his lord with confused eyes.
“You are reduced to a private, without any possibility of advancement in ranks.”
The guard was completely quiet, and Wolfram thought that he wouldn’t be surprised if he fainted. However, he finally seemed to understand what was happening and recovered quickly, squaring his shoulders.
“Yes, Your Grace!”
Eldara turned to look at the baron and the duke. The baron’s grim face, though, clearly expressed that he thought that the punishment was too mild. Von Sedera, though, was nodding contently. He was a man who knew how important career was to a soldier. Eldara had practically deprived him of sense in life.
“Yes, Your Grace, this is an appropriate punishment.”
Eldara nodded and turned back to the guard. “Dismissed.” When the guard left, he sat down. “Would you like to see you son, Sir?” he asked Barista.
Understanding that this was the end of it, the baron nodded. “Yes, Your Grace. Could one of your men show me the way?”
“Well, certainly.”
Wolfram watched Barista and one of the guards leave. He didn’t know what to think of this. It was so absurd that he wanted to laugh, and, at the same time, he couldn’t believe neither von Sedera nor Barista had understood.
Wolfram suddenly noticed von Sedera was looking at him. He offered the man a smile, which was returned by a hardly visible twitch of the duke’s lips.
“Your Highness,” von Sedera said, “would you mind leaving me and His Grace to have a word one-on-one?”
Wolfram gave von Ashira an askance look, which was answered with a hardly discernible nod. So this was when the real admonishment was going to take place. And he was not even allowed to take part. Well, certainly, Eldara wouldn’t want him to see him being told off – very likely he believed that it would damage his image for ever.
“Yes, of course, Your Grace.”
The dukes watched von Bielefeld stand up, cross the hall, and then close the door softly. Von Sedera leaned back into his chair and settled comfortably.
“You too,” Eldara said to the guard at the door. “Leave us.”
“Eldara, if I remember correctly,” said von Sedera when he and von Ashira were left alone, “Karela Ine is the captain of your guards.”
“He indeed is,” Eldara confirmed. “You have always had a sharp memory.”
“So who is the one who you just yelled at?”
“Just a private. I hired him just recently. He is good, though. I had him look after von Bielefeld.”
Neryan gave Eldara a searching look. “I can’t believe you made von Bielefeld lie for you.”
“Yes, I am amazed as well. I half-expected him to give me away.”
“Hmm? Why?”
“Today we had a small argument concerning my collection of Esoteric Stones, and Wolfram is quite temperamental. Vindictive as well.”
“How does he know that you have them at all?”
“He broke into the vault.” Von Sedera gave him a disbelieving look, and Eldara nodded. “He was drunk at the time. Luckily, nothing serious happened to him. One of his men had severe poisoning, though.”
“I see. So that’s why von Bielefeld didn’t look so well,” he said, smiling. “He sounds like a very strong-willed creature.” He nodded, approving. “This time you have found someone fun for a change.”
Eldara was taken aback slightly. He shook his head. “Oh, no. We aren’t together.”
Von Sedera was surprised. “Is that right? But he’s exactly your type: a challenge, well-built. Not to mention that he’s the most handsome man I have ever seen in years; anyone would snatch him on sight.”
Von Ashira pursed his lips in distaste. “You forget that he’s obviously too young for me. Just a child of twenty.”
“Nonsense. He is a full-blooded Demon and he is a grown man already. Their kind is different. It can’t be that you haven’t thought of him that way.”
“I try not to. To have him as a lover would be wrong on so many levels that…”
Neryan’s eyebrows rose, encouraging him to continue.
Eldara rubbed at his forehead and sighed. “He’s nearly the same age as Athara. When I think… He is somehow…” he trailed off, not certain how to express what he thought and felt. “It’s somehow…”
“Could it be that you’re conscious of Athara’s clothes on him? Why is he wearing them at all?”
Von Ashira stared at Neryan for a few seconds. His friend had always been so observant it was almost impossible to hide anything from him. Indeed, it was very likely that reason, and, only recently, Wolfram had stopped smelling like Athara’s shampoo as well. Eldara opened his mouth, closed it and then opened it again.
“You must have heard how he had been kidnapped by pirates. So he had no clothing, and then, when his suite brought his clothes from Shin Makoku, it appeared that he had grown out of it.”
“I see. Well, apart from von Bielefeld, tell me what really happened with Barista’s son. Maybe I’m letting you off too easily?”
Eldara told him everything.
“I see,” von Sedera said when Eldara finished talking. “Did you lie about the search parties? Barista can easily confirm that.”
“Yes, I am aware of that. I did dispatch them but mostly they will mop around in taverns, trying not to find anyone.”
Von Sedera nodded, agreeing that it was a good idea. “I wish you hadn’t done that, though. The whole thing. Both of them are my subjects.”
“She is mine, though.”
Eldara had inclined his head, and von Sedera thought that he looked like a bull about to attack a red cape. Von Ashira was a man who held on to his principles, not budging a millimeter even when it came to his friends or lovers. If they continued this topic, they were going to fall out. And Eldara was a dangerous man not to get along with.
“You have a point here,” von Sedera agreed. “Verinas wronged your subject and you wronged mine. Let’s consider this a draw.”
Von Ashira studied Neryan’s face for several seconds then raised his glass to clink it with the older man’s. “Yes, this is a satisfactory outcome.”
Von Sedera chuckled lightly. He sipped his wine then lowered his glass onto the table. “Do you know what would be more satisfactory?” he asked.
Eldara grinned at him. “I certainly do. Not here, though. I will come to your room after dinner.” He had expected this – all meetings with von Sedera ended with them both in bed. He found the older man irresistible, and knew that he had the same effect on Neryan. He wondered how Barista and others could be so blind as not to have noticed that during all these years.
Von Sedera raised his glass to salute him. Then he sighed. “If only your father knew...”
“I don’t think he would care. Your wife, though, is another matter.”
Neryan frowned at him. “Now you’ve completely ruined the mood.”
“That was the plan. Now finish your wine and let’s go find Wolfram.”
“See? You are already showing him off.”
“No, it’s just that I liked seeing how he was doing his best to lie to you while believing that he was saving my skin.”
“You are evil, Eldara. You should thank him instead of making fun of him.”
“Oh, I will definitely thank him. But I want to have my fun first.”
Tbc
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