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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
- 34
- 35
- 36
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 – 21. Eldara – 32. Halea – 20. Athara – 18. Gwendal – 54.
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 bishie82
Part 35
Eldara saw his brother head for the library. He was obviously bored and, even if Eldara was glad that he had stopped frequenting the brothel, he was worried that it might not be long before Athara found something as equally disgraceful to do. He had to find some occupation for Athara, or, at least, set an example. The problem was that Athara didn’t care for his elder brother’s example. Asking Halea was out of the question - Halea was busy turning Fredrick’s last resistance to mush.
“Why don’t you invite Athara for a spar?” Eldara suggested to Wolfram one morning. “Or maybe you two could go for a ride in the park?”
Wolfram gave the duke a dubious look. “I don’t think he likes me that much,” he said, tactfully not adding that the feeling was mutual.
The duke chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”
The blond wondered what exactly Eldara meant by that. It was not the first time when the duke mentioned about Athara’s interest in him.
“Alright,” Wolfram said, giving in.
“He’s pretty good with a sword,” Eldara told him. “Riding… Well, he pretty much hates horses. So he mostly uses coaches.”
“Has he fallen off one as a child?” Wolfram asked. There were quite many people like that. He remembered one of the maids in Blood Pledge Castle was still terrified of horses after she had fallen off one ten years ago.
“No,” Eldara denied. “He simply hates the smell.”
“Spoiled brat.”
Eldara chuckled. “That’s what I keep calling him. He isn’t too happy about it.”
“You shouldn’t,” Wolfram said, grinning. “He’s already got this huge inferiority complex towards you.”
“This sounds very familiar,” the duke pointed out.
“Me and Gwendal work a bit differently.”
“Yes. Nonetheless… Oh, well,” Eldara waved off not finishing. “I know. It’s just that he’s so…”
“He’s eighteen,” Wolfram told him. “Not everyone can lead men into battle at that age, and you can’t expect him to turn into this well-respected and feared copy of yourself. You have too high expectations of him. You’re driving him up to a wall so to speak.”
Eldara chuckled. “Well, don’t you sound all adult-like and wise beyond your years?”
“If you tell me that I can’t judge just because I’m barely twenty-one, I’ll get really mad.”
Wolfram was serious, but Eldara chuckled. “And yet, getting into my bed was a big lapse in judgment.”
The blond rolled his eyes. “I know that if you thought that, you would have never allowed yourself to be seduced.”
“You put too much faith in me.”
Wolfram gave him a long, emerald stare. “I can’t understand if you’re serious or not.” He rarely felt patronized or overwhelmed around Eldara anymore, but moments like these made him think how much he really knew about the duke. He still felt inferior sometimes. He understood Athara’s feelings only too well.
Eldara smiled. “Does it even matter?”
“I suppose not, as long as we are having a good time.”
“Indeed.”
“I’ll try talking to him,” Wolfram promised returning to Athara.
The duke nodded. “Thank you.”
- - -
Wolfram found Athara in the library, reading a book. After asking, Wolfram found out that the title was <i>Ten Miles Away</i>. The book was about travels. Wolfram found little interest in it since he wasn’t able to read in Karderian. Instead of inquiring more details about the book, he went straight to the point and invited Athara for a spar. The youngest von Ashira gave him a surprised look but agreed. Wolfram realized that his invitation had sounded far-fetched since he normally sparred with his men or Eldara.
“Did my brother ask you to keep me company?” Athara asked, closing the book. He went to the shelf he had taken the book from and pushed it back in.
“Yes,” Wolfram admitted easily. “He’s worried about you. And as for me – I have nothing better to do.”
“You’re awfully frank today,” Athara said, walking out of the door, Wolfram following him.
“You don’t want me to be?”
“I didn’t say that,” Athara muttered. “It’s that usually you’re more evasive.”
“Eldara told me that you’re good at swordfight.”
“I suppose I am,” Athara agreed. “I don’t exercise as often as I should, though.”
“And why not?”
“I don’t feel like it, I suppose,” Athara said. Wolfram bothered him. The main reason for that was that the blond looked deceptively young, innocent and spoiled. He was all of that but was also much more than that. Even Eldara was careful around him.
They entered the training hall, and Athara cast a glance at Wolfram’s captain that had followed them. In a few moments, the door opened and Karela stepped in. This was ridiculous but it was not as if he could tell them to go away. Wolfram was already shrugging his jacket off. The blond carried it to hang on one of the hooks at the wall. Athara sighed and followed his example.
Wolfram was picking a sword. Athara watched him closely. He still found it hard to believe that Wolfram and his brother were… What exactly were they? Sex-buddies? Playmates? He had noticed long ago that Eldara preferred older partners, thus him bedding Wolfram came as a big surprise. Their relationship weren’t as that of lovers’, at least it didn’t seem so, but the two of them were really close. Friends with benefits was probably the most accurate description.
Athara pursed his lips and cast a look at the captains at the door. They seemed to be engaged in a conversation. He could tell straight away that the two were flirting with each other. Recently, the castle had turned into a love nest. Breathing a sigh of exasperation, Athara waited for the blond to get into a fighting stance to start the duel.
Neither Eldara, nor Athara had exaggerated – Athara was really good at swordfight. Not as good as Wolfram himself, but good enough to make an opposition. Wolfram found himself enjoying their spar. At eighteen, Athara was already nearly as good as Eldara.
- - -
Before they went to spar, Wolfram had asked to heat water for the bath and it was ready for them now. Wolfram was already inside, soaking, when Athara reached the baths with a spare change of clothes. He undressed and got in as well.
Athara looked at Wolfram, who was washing his hair. He wondered if the blond knew that there was a huge hickey on his shoulder. Eldara was shameless.
“So women don’t do anything to you?”
Surprised, Wolfram looked at him. “They don’t,” he confirmed.
Athara nodded. He knew for a fact that women did something to Wolfram and it was probably inciting a reaction of repulse. Athara didn’t understand that, could not even pretend to understand. Frankly, he saw no appeal in men. He could, however, understand why other men found Wolfram appealing. He was handsome. Wolfram was probably the most handsome man he had ever seen.
“And men?” Athara wondered. “What kind of men do you prefer?”
Wolfram stared at him for several seconds then continued to wash his hair. “That’s an untactful question.”
“So it is,” Athara agreed. He was simply curious, though. There was such a huge gap between Eldara and Shibuya of Shin Makoku that it was only natural to wonder. It didn’t seem like the two had anything in common.
Athara watched several droplets of water running down the blond’s shoulders and chest while some were just hanging onto his smooth skin. Indeed, Wolfram was not only handsome but also well-built. He had no scars. He had regained his normal body weight quite a long time ago, was proportionally muscled with quite wide shoulders and chest. Maybe he was still growing – one could never be certain with Demons.
The hickey did bother him.
Wolfram finished rinsing his hair and opened his eyes to see Athara standing right in front of him. His first instinct was to step backwards and raise his hand in front of him to regain his personal space.
Wolfram grunted in surprise when the younger male’s palm brushed over his waist then settled on his hips squeezing lightly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I actually have no idea,” Athara told him.
Wolfram pushed him away. “If you want to experiment, it’s best you find someone else.”
“Yes,” Athara agreed. “But I don’t think I can get it up with anyone else.”
Wolfram stared at him, frowning, then, unexpectedly, laughed. “Why the sudden interest?”
Athara pondered the question for a few moments then shrugged. “Blame it on this,” he said, pointing at Wolfram’s shoulder.
Not understanding, Wolfram touched his shoulder.
“A hickey,” Athara supplied. “He left a hickey on you, the size of a dragon.”
“Oh…” Wolfram rubbed his shoulder awkwardly. “Do you…? Do you actually want to do this kind of thing with your brother?” he asked uncertainly.
“Huh? What? No!” Athara grimaced in disgust. “Eww…” He moved away from Wolfram. “This has totally ruined the mood.”
“There was no mood to begin with,” Wolfram informed him.
“Well, you weren’t exactly helpful,” Athara accused him, laughing.
“In any case,” Wolfram said, waving his hands about. “I’m really not suitable for this.”
“And why not?”
“Because he would kill me for laying my hands on his precious little brother,” Wolfram spat.
Athara doubted Eldara would care much. Maybe he would even approve. Or maybe he would feel jealous or competitive and try to take the blond away from him. Amused, Athara pondered on that then said, “I wonder if von Voltaire hates my brother.”
Wolfram frowned. It was very likely that Gwendal did. Judging from Conrart’s reactions… Gwendal was probably very angry with them both, him and Eldara. He was old enough to bed whomever he wished and yet, Wolfram felt guilty. Von Ashira wasn’t someone he could proudly show off to Gwendal. Eldara was…well…
Unconsciously, Wolfram touched his shoulder. And yet, he didn’t feel like he was making a mistake. Eldara was his first man, and the more he thought about it, the more certain he became that he wouldn’t want it any other way. He felt comfortable with Eldara.

oOo_Two Weeks Later_oOo
Wolfram was in Eldara’s study, watching three men in the yard. He was standing close to the window while Eldara was at his desk, shuffling through various documents. He should have started writing a letter but, today, his heart wasn’t in business. He was more curious about the pondering look on the blond’s face.
“What are you thinking about?” Eldara asked him.
“It’s going to be troublesome,” Wolfram said watching the three men riding around in the park. He still couldn’t believe Conrart was alright with that kind of relationship. He would have never imagined. He still wasn’t able to. At least, the abnormal relationship stopped Conrart’s attempts to preach to him about his sexual life.
“Hmm?” The duke wondered what Wolfram was talking about. He got up from behind the desk and cast a look outside the window. “Oh, you mean them,” he said after noticing whom Wolfram was watching. “There won’t be any trouble,” he denied the blond’s words. “They’ll play around, and then Gurrier and your brother will return to Shin Makoku. This kind of relationship is bound to fail even if the three of them stay together in Kardera.”
Wolfram turned away from the window. Even if that concerned his brother, he found the situation somewhat amusing. “Nonetheless, what if Karela decides to follow them?”
“He’s got a family to take care of – his mother and two younger sisters.”
Wolfram’s bright eyes set on Eldara’s challengingly. “What if he decides to move them to Shin Makoku as well?”
Shaking his head, Eldara laughed softly. “And what makes you think I would allow that?”
Wolfram turned back to the window. “Well, I suppose you wouldn’t. Men like him are not easy to replace.”
“Wolfram, there are no irreplaceable people,” Eldara told him. “You and I, we can also be easily replaced. Only that sometimes it’s not worth the trouble.”
“Was that what you thought when you found me with the pirates?” Wolfram asked without turning around.
The duke gave the back of the blond’s head a surprised and curious look. His silence was enough of an indication for Wolfram to realize that he was right. He laughed softly.
“Thought so.”
“Yes, this thought did cross my mind,” Eldara admitted.
“I’ve still got to learn many things,” Wolfram said, grinning at the window. Karela was talking to Conrart now, Yozak laughing at something. Indeed, what a peculiar relationship.
“You’ve got centuries for that,” Eldara told him. He rounded the desk to return to his place. He took the pen back into his hand but, instead of continuing with the letter, gave Wolfram an evaluating look. He was curious about what kind of man Wolfram would turn out to be in about a hundred years’ time.
“You know,” Eldara finally said, “if I live at least half as long as you, I would not want to meet you on the opposing side. You have a distinctive and quite unpleasant trait of appearing naïve.”
Wolfram laughed softly. “Yes, I’ve been told that before.”
“That’s your strong point. Weak point, too.”
The blond nodded, agreeing. He didn’t inspire trust at first glance. If he were a commoner, he would have to work much more than other people to reach his goals. Since fate had been kind to him, he had authority because of his birthright – they had to follow his orders without questioning his decisions.
“I should marry him off soon,” the duke finally said.
“Karela Ine? To a woman?”
The duke smiled, nodding. “Of course, to a woman. A child or three would get him tied for good. I know a few potential brides. I will also talk to his mother. Maybe she has someone in mind or can offer some advice.”
“Hmm…” Wolfram hummed quietly. “Won’t he feel insulted?”
“Insulted?” Eldara chuckled. “He should feel honored. It’s not your everyday a commoner gets a chance to marry one of those women: good reputation, wealthy, pretty. Besides, I would not skimp on their wedding present – a house somewhere close would be ideal.”
“In other words, you would pretend you’re doing him a favor, so that he could not refuse it,” Wolfram concluded. “But he would hate you.”
“It would be a favor,” Eldara said. “A favor for both of us. He would marry, settle down, live a happy and fulfilling life with his children, who should be no less beneficial to this country.”
“Or be miserable and pitiful with a wife he hates and children he can’t stand and life he doesn’t want to live,” Wolfram said, with his eyebrows raised. He, however, could imagine Ine as a family man. Maybe the duke would really be doing him a favor. It was difficult to say; Eldara knew his captain better. “So you would not allow either him or his offspring to leave Raizgad.”
The older man watched Wolfram thoughtfully. The nobles in Shin Makoku were much more lenient with their subjects. Von Bielefeld had been raised in a different environment, had probably been purposely sheltered as well. Von Voltaire and von Christ had avoided dragging him into all the dirty business. Yet, no matter how much they treasured Wolfram, they shouldn’t have done that. Wolfram had von Bielefeld House to take care of in the future.
“If he told me directly that he wanted to leave, I would not force him to stay,” Eldara said. “I know, however, that he would never request that of me.”
Wolfram nodded. Of course, the captain would never do that. “Do you intend to marry?” he asked Eldara.
The duke nodded. “Of course. You’ll marry as well. Both of us need to have heirs. You, however, will probably marry a man first. I can’t see you ever being interested in a woman.”
“Neither do I,” Wolfram agreed. He gave Eldara a curious look. “Do you like women?”
Eldara chuckled. “Men, women, I like both. Women are more troublesome, though. I can’t force myself to be strict with them. You’ve seen Halea – she does and says everything she wants.”
“Well, she’s not your problem anymore but von Sarda’s.”
“Poor fellow,” Eldara grunted in sympathy.
“It would be interesting to see you and your wife visiting Shin Makoku,” Wolfram said, amused. “I would be able to tease you to my heart’s content.”
“Horror of horrors,” Eldara laughed. “I will probably end up having no less than five children.”
“Do you like children?”
Eldara nodded. “I do.”
“Hmm… I don’t particularly care for children. They are annoying.”
“You’re too young for that yet.” Suddenly, Eldara burst out laughing. “I can already imagine all the drama you’ll have to go through to have an heir.”
Wolfram shuddered. “So do I.”
<b><center>oOo_A Week Later_oOo</center></b>
When Wolfram reached Eldara’s study, there were already many people inside, almost the entire household, even Fredrick and von Luana’s eldest son were there.
“What’s going on?” Wolfram asked. Normally, Eldara didn’t gather people up in his study out of the blue.
Conrart shrugged. He knew it was serious – just a few minutes ago he had seen the duke’s advisors leave the study and there was a notable stir amongst the castle guards. He had an uneasy premonition that Raizgad was under attack. He turned to the window behind which the two guards rushed past. He met Yozak’s eyes and it was obvious that the captain shared his thoughts.
About fifteen minutes later, the duke with Karela and a few other guards in tow entered the study.
“The whole country is in civil war,” he announced while walking to his usual seat behind the desk. “Orinth the Fifth is on the brink of death and his sons are fighting for the throne.” He sat down and looked around at the shocked faces.

Wolfram was stunned – only a few months ago he had seen the whole royal family enjoying themselves at his and Eldara’s birthday party. They seemed to get along really well.
“Which side are you on?” Yozak asked.
The duke threw the captain a look for omitting formalities but chose not to comment. “On the side of the rightful heir, of course,” he said.
“Which one is that, according to You, Your Grace?” Conrart asked since he knew the word “rightful” was easily manipulated in these cases.
“Ivera von Mandoza,” Eldara said. “I swore my allegiance to him two months ago.”
Conrart nodded. Ivera von Mandoza was the firstborn to Orinth V.
“It would be best to send all of you home right away,” the duke continued, “but the sea’s frozen. I’m afraid you’ll either have to stay in my castle or I can send you to the Duke of Arklend. I can’t promise, though, that you’ll be any safer there than here. The roads are already unsafe to travel as well.”
“We are staying here,” Conrart and Yozak said nearly at the same time. The castle and its premises stood on a high hill surrounded by lakes. Currently, they were frozen but it was doubtful that the ice could hold a large number of men. The castle also had the modern system of defensive turrets and could withhold a siege for a few months.
“Fine,” the duke said with a nod. “I’m leaving Karela in charge of the troops in the castle and the town.”
“Where will you be going?” Wolfram asked.
“I’ve received orders to help quench the resistance in the dukedom of Lasker. I’m departing as soon the men are ready.”
Wolfram’s eyes widened. That was only thirty kilometers away. “Ah, we…” he started saying.
“I’d not advise you to get involved,” Eldara said, raising his hand.
“I don’t see anything wrong with helping the rightful heir,” Wolfram said meaningfully. “Especially under these circumstances.”
Eldara nodded. “Yes, if he and his followers win, he’ll be grateful for Shin Makoku’s support. However, in case of his brother’s victory, you may worsen the ties between the two countries.”
“We don’t have that much of…” Wolfram started protesting.
“Is it known which noblemen are in support of which prince?” Yozak asked.
“More or less,” Eldara answered hesitantly. “Some are still wavering about which side to pick. Others are breaking their oaths as we speak. Arklend, Medran, and Hadel are in favor of Ivera von Mandoza. Your father as well,” the duke added meaningfully with a look at Fredrick. Even if he wanted to support the other side, his ties with Raizgad did not allow him.
It was dangerous for the civil war to last long. The neighboring countries might try and take over Kardera. Kardera, though, had only two land neighbors, both of which weren’t capable of invading Kardera since they had been exhausted by recent wars against each other. Much stronger forces lay beyond the sea, which was frozen and dangerous to travel, thus, until spring it was highly unlikely to be attacked from there.
“After overtaking Lasker, I may need to advance further,” the duke was saying. He turned to Karela. “While the troops will be away, the random robber attacks on the villages will intensify. However, don’t rush to leave the castle. If things get worse, send a message to von Sedera or von Akamosh – if they can, they will send their men over. They, however, may also ask for help of some sorts. If it is possible, you have my permission to cooperate with them. Try to avoid contact with Markez von Mandoza’s followers.”
Karela nodded. “Understood.”
Not even half an hour had passed, and the duke and his men could be seen departing from the castle. Horses were carrying warm clothing and sleeping bags with food supplies. The rest of the troops were being gathered outside the town walls. The troops would have to stay in at the housings of the duke’s subordinates. It was not going to be an easy task to accommodate so many men. Wars in winter took their toll on everyone.
Nervously, through the window in one of the halls, Wolfram watched the party leaving the yard. About three hundred men were left behind to defend the castle and about the same amount was going to be gathered down in the town.
When the duke and the guards disappeared out of sight, Wolfram left the window. His eyes met Conrart’s. By a strange twist of fate, they became the guards of the town and its surroundings.
“I doubt he’s given an oath,” Yozak muttered. “Markez von Mendoza is a religious lunatic while von Ashiras aren’t known for being religious.” He turned to Wolfram. “You’ve seen how diverse and rich the town is in religions. Basically, the von Ashira House doesn’t care who prays to what as long as there’s no trouble. Thus if Markez took over the throne, the von Ashira House would lose favor and a lot of privileges. There’s also the matter of the neighboring dukedoms. Von Sedera sided with Ivera, and it is in best von Ashira’s interest to stick with Arklend. The two dukedoms have always had close and friendly relationship.
“How dare Markez declare himself the king?” Wolfram wondered. “He’s second-born. If this happened in Shin Makoku, his head would already be on a stake.”
Yozak chuckled. “Indeed. Well, maybe not now, since we have such a lenient Majesty.”
Wolfram grunted. “His Majesty Shibuya has got to learn many things yet.”
Conrart gave Wolfram a look as if telling him that even if that was the case, it was not his place to teach the king anything. Realizing that his thoughts were clearly seen on his face, Conrart shifted awkwardly, but Wolfram only laughed softly at him.
“I asked around,” Yozak continued, “and it seems that Markez accused his brother of poisoning their father to accelerate the process of inheritance. He also accused his brother of treason to their one and only god Agaeman; seems that they are quite fond of it in the capital and quite a few religious institutions and noblemen support him. Personally, I think it’s just because he promised them gold.”
“Did Ivera really poison his father?” Wolfram asked.
Yozak shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe he did, but I doubt that. The throne is his legally, why all this unnecessary trouble? But then, some people just can’t wait.”
oOo_Two Weeks Later_oOo
The duke and his troops had been away for two weeks when the news of Orinth V’s death reached Raizgad. The unrest in the country intensified even more. The country was in chaos. The other news that reached Wolfram and others were good, though. The duke, as he had been ordered to do, quenched the resistance in Lasker. The Duke of Lasker had been proclaimed a traitor and, in the name of the rightful heir, beheaded. His son took over. Aided by the leftovers of the Lasker’s troops, Eldara moved deeper into the country. It was risky to leave Raizgad open, but, to reach it, the enemy had to pass the neighboring ally dukedoms of Arklend and Akamosh.
ooOoOoOoo
During breakfast a breathless soldier was let into the dining-room.
“Ruan has been raided, sir, and the city guards are asking for permission to pursue the bandits,” he blurted in one sentence and continued gasping for air.
“Send fifteen men to investigate,” Karela ordered, leaving the breakfast table. “Once caught, confiscate and return the goods. Hang them in Armidar Square as an example for others.”
“Yes, sir,” the soldier saluted and turned to go.
“Where are you going?” Conrart asked when Wolfram stood up.
“I’ll go with him,” Wolfram said, grabbing a few sandwiches off the table and rushing after the soldier.
“Wolfram!”
Conrart and Yozak met each other’s troubled looks, jumped to their feet and rushed out of the dining-room. With a sigh, Karela headed to the door as well.
“Will you prevent him from leaving?” Athara asked the captain hopefully; his brother was not going to be happy with the news of his precious blond wandering around in danger.
“I can’t, Sir,” Karela said irritably. “It’s up to him and his suite what they do.” The only one who had the actual authority to forbid Wolfram from doing what he wanted was Athara. The youngest von Ashira, though, didn’t even realize that. Karela smiled bitterly. Wolfram’s and Athara’s positions were about equal, but Athara was no match for Wolfram.
Karela turned around in the doorway. “It’s alright, Sir,” he said, taking pity on the young man. “There’s no real danger to him if he goes with his bodyguards.”
When he reached the yard, Yozak was already dishing out orders left and right. There were even a few castle guards that were getting ready to join the party. The messenger who had informed them about the attack was milling about, not certain what he was supposed to do.
“You’ve caused quite a stir,” Karela told Yozak. He motioned for his men to gather around. Karela chuckled when Yozak gave him a guilty look. “Von Bielefeld is quite a handful. I know, I know.” He turned to his men. There were only six of them since the others hadn’t heard the news yet. “There’s been a raid in Ruan. Von Bielefeld is forming a party to pursue the bandits. Any volunteers?”
All six men raised their hands. With the messenger and Wolfram with his men, this made sixteen altogether. Karela saw the party out of the yard and returned into the castle. The men had been bored and now their need for retribution burned intensely. This should take care of their craving for action.
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