MaruMA:Volume 08 Full Text

Chi ni wa MA no Tsuku Hoshi ga Furu!

Stars Raining on the Earth!

Prologue[edit]

I simply cannot understand this.

Why would our omniscient and almighty Original King choose such a wimp, this Yuuri, to be our King? He behaves not a bit like a nobleman. He has done no glorious deed on the battlefield. He neither finds kingly words to win his people's respect and admiration, nor carries an awe-inspiring appearance.

Instead, he plays ball with civilian children and hangs out in the stable and the kitchen, everywhere.

He does just what he wants, and I wonder why that is not an eyesore for my older brother and the other Lords.

Personally, I think he doesn't have what it takes to fulfill the role of the Demon King. He has neither the sharp mind nor the experience to rule such a vast empire and command the whole demon tribe. He is still very young and immature, like a baby.

Just yesterday, someone expressed doubts about him as a king: "Wouldn't it be better for someone from the family of the previous queen to ascend to the throne?"

I tried to explain to this man that our King is wimpy and that was why we must give him our full support. The man probably did not understand me, for he replied oddly puzzled, "If Your Excellency say so..." and left.

Strange. As I said, I just cannot understand this... Yuuri! How many times do I have to tell you that you should not go to the city unaccompanied!

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Chapter 1[edit]

Conrad smiled pleasantly. He just stood there while I clutched his lapel.

"It’s been a long time, Your Majesty."

"Please go away from him," standing a few steps behind us, Yozak said in a low voice. "He's the third competitor."

"Why are you wearing those clothes? What are you doing here?" The yellow-white uniform did not suit him at all.

"This has always been my country," Conrad said casually as if it was an irrelevant matter. Narrowing his eyes, brown with silver speckles, he added. "My ancestors once ruled over this land."

"Ancestors? Rulers? You're talking as if they used to be the kings or presidents of this land."

"Sort of."

"But..."

I could never remember historical facts. I felt dizzy. To avoid toppling over, I pressed my right hand against my forehead. I could feel the heat of my body through the layer of snow and mud covering my palm.

"But isn't your home on the other side of the ocean?" I asked. "Aren't you from the Demon Empire, just like me? Why did you come here? And why are you fighting for the other team?"

"My deepest apologies. Circumstances have changed a little."

I had been terribly worried about his disappearance, and now he suddenly showed up right front of me as my enemy. I did not know what horrible circumstances could have caused this, and I would never accept that vague answer as an explanation.

"Circumstances? What circumstances? Aren’t you going to explain them to me? Explain them to me now!"

"You also have a lot to explain to me," Conrad said, his fingers moving toward my wrist.

Right at that moment, Yozak put his arms around my waist and chest and pulled me backward at breakneck-speed.

"Stop! Wait! Hey!"

Yozak's rough treatment confused me for a moment, I couldn’t decide who was friend or foe. Lord Weller forced a smile, and shifted his gaze alternately between me and his friend.

"What does the mask in your hand mean?" He asked. "And why do you fight for Caloria? Aren't you meddling a little too much in other people's affairs?"

"Don't mind what I'm doing. Rather you should explain to me why you are wearing these flashy clothes. You look totally stupid in it, you know that? You should take them off! Right now!"

My blood pressure soared, adrenaline bubbled over, and against my will my legs began to shake. I could not help it. Even though I kept repeating to myself "Calm down!" over and over again like a mantra, as I always did when the game became tense, it still didn't help.

"Your Majesty! Come back," Yozak told me. "We should go back and discuss this with His Eminence. Do you want to risk us being disqualified?"

Still holding me, he tried to drag me to our bench. As for the referees, since they did not know what was going on between us, they must be thinking we were acting very aggressively.

"Yozak," said Conrad. "This is entirely your fault."

The hand holding me shook lightly.

"You have been attending to His Majesty, how could you let him get into such danger?"

"Oh, I'm so so sorry about that," Yozak sarcastically dragged out his words. "If our captain was with us, His Majesty surely would have had a much safer journey. But unfortunately, unfortunately, he decided to be irresponsible and suddenly disappeared."

"I had really expected that we wouldn’t need to engage in a third match, if you had put all your effort into the match with Adalbert."

Conrad hinted that Yozak should have defeated Adalbert. Did it mean that the enemy camp wasn’t aware of the situation regarding Flynn and Maxine? It didn’t sound like he was just testing the waters either.

"What does this little game mean exactly?" asked Conrad.

"That was only because I..."

"Your Majesty, there is no need to speak to this guy," interrupted Yozak. "He is our enemy."

"But Conrad can't be our enemy," I cried with bewilderment.

Conrad ignored my reaction and suddenly raised his voice. "Will Caloria’s fighters withdraw from the final match?"

It was intended for the referees.

"If you intend to enter the third match, please step up immediately. If not, please prove yourselves gracious losers, and accept your defeat."

His words were so provoking I found it hard to keep control of my temper. I had to swallow several times in an effort to calm myself. No matter what, exploding here would not get me anywhere. I desperately tried to speak in a soft tone.

"If I win, will you take that uniform off?" I asked Conrad. "And come back to us?"

Conrad touched the white trim of his collar with his left hand. Seeing that my question had gotten a reaction from him, I felt somewhat more confident.

"If I win, you will return to my side!? Right!? Please don’t join those traitors… will you come back to me!?"

"Well..."

Lord Weller shook his head slowly.

"You are not necessarily the best leader."

My vision began to flicker, as if I were viewing scenes from a very low quality videotape.

With trembling fingers, Cecilie readjusted her grip on the binoculars to keep it steady and looked at the scene below her again.

The same figure reflected in her shining green eyes.

"What does that mean...?"

She gave the binoculars to the new friend next to her.

"What happened?”

From the tall VIP seats behind the glass windows, Flynn Gilbert looked through the binoculars and saw Yuuri being pulled back on the gray dirty snow toward their rest area. And the one pulling him was none other than Yozak, with a mystifying expression on his face.

Flynn slightly raised the binoculars and focused at the center of the arena. She saw the third man from the opposing team standing next to the slightly puzzled looking referees.

If his appearance was at all an indication of his character, he seemed at first glance a kind and calm fellow. But his expression could be nothing more than a deliberately made up facade. Behind his unfathomable disguise, he could be hiding terrible secrets. Flynn had gained this sharp sense of intuition from her knowledge of soldiers. Because of her father’s military-related profession, from an early age Flynn had seen countless soldiers. She could not only recognize the strength of a fighter, but also sense his hidden secrets. The most incomprehensible ones for her were those who, even though not warriors, had formidable power.

Like him.

She shook her short silver hair, as if to shake off a name that had suddenly reappeared in her mind. She readjusted the grip around the binoculars and looked at the fighter from the opposing side again.

His posture was perfect. The way he moved his arms showed that he was accustomed to using weapons. He was slightly taller than average, with a body of a well-trained soldier. Although he looked about 20 or so, his hand, leisurely gripping the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist, showed no sign of tension, even at the beginning of the match. He had light brown hair and eyes. Apart from his short haircut, he looked just like a typical Shimaron citizen, at least more so than the blond soldier. The other man who earlier accompanied Maxine looked strikingly different from the other Shimaron soldiers.

"Who is that man? Do you know him?" asked Flynn.

"He is my son," Lady Cecilie replied.

What?

For a moment Flynn thought she could detect a trace of sorrow in Cecilie's voice. But Lady Cherie immediately regained her calm and noble composure.

"He is the best swordsman in our country. He has sworn allegiance to our new king, and his loyalty is deeper than any other. Why he is here fighting for the enemy… more so against his beloved king… is beyond me. If this is our Original King’s wish… he is putting that child through too much suffering."

"He is... your son?"

Flynn's eyes turned back on the beautiful aristocratic lady sitting next to her. She seemed far too young to have an already grown up son.

"Yes, he’s Conrad, my second son."

And her second child at that! Had she married very young? Or maybe she looked much younger than her actual age?

The rumor was probably true then. Flynn had heard that demons had a much longer life expectancy than humans. She must be an aristocrat from the empire of the demons, the enemy of the human race. Not only Cherie, but also the Captain and his friends, as well as his blond fiancé who inherited his mother’s looks, they were all demons. Even Dacascos and Sizemore, who had been nothing but respectful to her.

In hindsight, everything made perfect sense. The Captain for example, could not be human. Someone with such terrible power could never be an ordinary person. Yes, he must be a demon. She just hadn’t been willing to admit it.

But then, could the young man waiting in the middle of the arena also be a demon?

Flynn couldn’t bear not knowing. She made up her mind to find out.

"Compared to Lord Wolfram, this gentleman is a bit - how shall I say - he does not resemble you very much," she said cautiously.

"His father was a human, a traveling swordsman who was exiled from his home. His name was Dan Hille Weller, and..."

"Dan Hille?" Flynn squeaked. "Are you saying that, that your son... is the son of Dan Hille Weller?"

"Yes, that’s right. Lord Conrad Weller is my son."

No wonder he looked like a Shimaron soldier. His father belonged to the family who originally established this region, whose name could still be found in the history books.

Flynn Gilbert pressed her fingers against her lips. Her fingers felt much colder as the blood in her body suddenly drained to her feet. Names swirled through her brain in a muddle.

From the bottom of her heart, she hoped what she had done would never be revealed, not before her own death.

After Yozak dragged me back, I struck against the wall and screamed out my frustration. My mind was in a complete daze and I could hardly control myself.

"Damn, what is it? Why is he acting this way?" I yelled.

Our high spirits from earlier were gone. Instead, a stifling atmosphere came upon our group and threatened to overwhelm us. Suddenly there was a deafening clatter. A bucket had tipped over. I finally found a suitable target to vent my anger. I kicked the bucket until it was totally dented.

"He was brainwashed! He was manipulated! That's the only explanation! After all, the handsome American footballer was there with him!"

"Yuuri..."

"He's an expert when it comes to messing around with other people's heads. What was it called again? Soul searching? Exactly! He has actually searched and..."

"Yuuri! Stop harassing the bucket. I can’t concentrate," Wolfram grumbled. He was sitting on the bench with his eyes slightly closed and his arms folded. His fingers fidgeted slightly as he sank deep in thought.

Like a wild animal in a cage, I marched back and forth restlessly.

"It’s obvious, he is being manipulated. He would never betray me otherwise."

Murata desperately tried to smooth out the wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"As far as I can judge the situation, it does not look like Conrad is being manipulated," he said finally. "And haven't you said he has lost his left arm?"

Murata was right.

This Conrad who was in front of us just now had both of his arms. His hand was warm when I had touched it. It had not felt like a prosthesis.

But I still remembered clearly what happened on that horrible day.

I could still hear the ominous sound of flesh smashing on the ground, as Conrad lost his arm. The fingers were slightly curved, as if trying to grasp something. No drop of blood though. Could it be the arm that fell on the floor that day a prosthesis instead?

At that time, even though all I could see was his silhouette against the light, I did notice there was nothing where his left arm was.

"I also believe he lost his left arm," Wolfram confirmed. "I've seen it with my own eyes. I still have the button on his sleeve."

He put his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out the button. Its original milk-white color was blackened by soot and extreme heat. My hand trembled as I reached out for it.

"I remember this… It's the button on his shirt sleeve, isn't it?" I asked.

"That's right."

Murata thought.

"If so, Lord Weller's left arm must still be in the castle, right? We’ve also seen his arm when we were in Small Shimaron. But the Conrad who appears here clearly has both arms. Where were we fooled?"

"Fooled?"

"There are only the following possibilities. One: from the beginning his arm was a prosthesis. Two: his arm has grown back."

"Regenerating arms? Is Conrad a mutant?"

After a long time walking around, Murata finally came to lean against the wall next to the door. He raised his finger in a motion to push up his glasses, only he wasn’t wearing any glasses.

"Or three: the man over there is not the real Lord Weller."

"You’re saying that’s an impostor? No, that's impossible. You said you have seen him even before you were born, then you should be able to recognize him. He's the real one, Murata. You can bet on it."

"How can you be so sure?"

What a silly question!

"There is absolutely no way I could mistake Conrad for someone else."

Wolfram's jaw muscles moved almost imperceptibly.

"I agree. That guy is my brother."

Brother? Did he just say "brother"?

Although he is normally very composed, sometimes he would say things so surprising that I almost get a heart attack.

"Then I'm even more confused as to why he has sided with our enemy. It’s true he’s half-human, but he has sworn to live his life as a demon and stay loyal to the demon tribe. He is also not the type who betrays his demonic origins out of personal grudge like Adalbert. Even though he had to bear much injustice twenty years ago, there is no reason why he would suddenly turn hostile to Yuri now. But the biggest mystery is what has happened to his arm."

"Exactly. His arm was cut off by the soldiers from Big Shimaron. The same people who shot at Gunter. Even if this is the land where his father came from, the land of his ancestors, given what has happened, it’s difficult to believe he would serve Big Shimaron. The only possibility is that he has been brainwashed and manipulated!"

The emotional turmoil of seeing him again had turned into rage.

"I’ll wake him up!"

I gripped the weapon I had chosen and began to climb into the arena again, but my knees were shaking.

"I’ll bring him back to his senses!"

Wolfram grabbed my arm.

"No, Yuri. You know very well that you can't win against him in a fight. He is unlikely to harm you, but who knows... if he indeed can’t control his own actions... You definitely need to stay here. It's too dangerous."

"Too dangerous? Does it matter?! If he’s forced to obey them, shouldn’t we free him? If Conrad is in fact manipulated, I must put an end to that at once! He's..."

"I doubt he is actually manipulated..." said Yozak, who had been silent until now. "I've looked him straight in the eyes and I’ve spoken to him. I didn’t feel that he is not his own master. Ah, I’m sorry Your Majesty! It’s just my personal opinion…"

Yozak sounded like he was apologizing to me. Perhaps he thought I was angry, or maybe I looked like I was about to cry. But I tried hard to remain in control.

"You mean he has betrayed us intentionally and voluntarily?"

"That’s not what I meant."

"How can you say such a terrible thing? You are brothers in arms, comrades in life and death, who trust each other unconditionally! Didn't you even say you would absolutely serve under his command again?"

Of course, these two things were unrelated.

If I was in danger, then even if the enemy was his own family or friend, Yozak would draw his sword without hesitation, because it was his duty. Yozak Gurrier’s allegiance was not towards Lord Weller, but towards the 27th Demon King of the Empire of the Demons. He must foremost protect his king and obey his orders.

And the king was no one else but me.

Just as the people had obligations toward their king, the king also had responsibilities towards his subjects.

I had my own responsibilities.

"I don’t believe I can’t win him back!"

I must bring him back to our side. He had sworn to live his life as a demon, not because of his blood, but his faith in the demon tribe.

"I must have faith!"

Murata turned to Yozak again.

"Since you were childhood playmates, I will trust your intuition."

Yozak put his hand on the ax on his side and stroked the handle.

"No matter how I look at it, it didn't seem to me like he was controlled by someone else."

"Right," said Murata. "I’d feel better if that were the case... Shame, really! If only I had a mortar with pestle and sesame seeds now!"

"What, what? You’ll use sesame seeds to perform magic?"

"No, not magic. Just that I find it easier to calm my mind and concentrate when I grind things like sesame seeds."

I couldn’t help imagining the venerable Sage grinding a great variety of ingredients into powder in order to eliminate distractions.

"Well, concentration is most important, right?"

Really, I could not understand the way geniuses do things. Anyway, it shouldn’t be a problem that he had no mortar and pestle now, right?

"I think we should trust Yozak's assessment. After all, among the four of us, he knows Conrad the best. And if his will is indeed not tampered with, he will not take your life. You will be injured somewhat, but it wouldn't be serious. So, we can take our chance and let our king represent us in our next match."

Murata looked over my shoulder at my opponent.

"Anyway, no matter what we say, you won't give up on him until you have tried your best, right, Shibuya?"

"Absolutely correct, Sir," I said, turned my back to my friends who had resigned themselves, and stomped off.

Conrad received me with the same smile in the middle of the arena. What? Even though we aren’t on the same side.

"You really don't make it easy for me. So you have no intentions of withdrawing from the match?"

"Absolutely not. I’m determined to bring you back to your senses."

"Oh, my goodness."

Conrad glanced over my equipment. It didn't look very threatening, but it was the king of baseball bats.

"If you hit hard, that club could split my skull," he said.

"That's right. And if you drive me into a corner, I will not shy away from using all my force to hit you between your legs. That's just a little warning."

Conrad briefly lifted his eyebrows as if he had experienced such attacks before. But his usual expression returned immediately.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you," he said.

"I know! But I don’t need that. Let’s get it over with here and now... What?"

His comment made me so surprised I was in doubt if I had heard him correctly. I couldn’t help lifting my head up and asked:

"What did you just say?"

"You didn’t hear me? I said I would go easy on you."

He would go easy on me, he would go easy on me… these words kept swirling in my mind. Before a decisive battle, who would assure leniency to their enemy? Shouldn’t he have said the typical line "Don’t expect any mercy from me"?

Right now the opponent in front of me was my own trusted guardian, who had been by my side through life and death. I had been worried about him, I had cried for him, but I had never thought that when we met again, he would be wearing our enemy’s uniform, and we would be fighting against each other. Indifferent to our special connection and the deep trust that we had shared, the gong was now sounding the start of a brutal match between us.

"You’re not going to put all your efforts into this fight?"

"How could I? I can’t just let you get hurt, I wouldn’t be able to go home if I did, but I can’t let you win either. After all, I’m here representing Big Shimaron."

I felt like a big idiot for holding on to the hope that he would come back to my side. At the same time, my eagerness was pitiable. In any case, these feelings reminded me once more that Lord Weller had become my enemy.

He, wearing the yellow and white uniform, was the representative of Big Shimaron. I, with the silver mask of Morgan Gilbert in my hand, was the representative from Caloria.

And yet I missed him so much?

"At least you’re still alive…"

Looking up, I corrected my grip on the weapon. It was very much similar to a baseball bat, and my hands had adjusted perfectly to the handle.

"In any case, I am glad to see you alive and well," I said softly.

"Your Majesty..."

"Do not call me Your Majesty. It’s you who gave me my name!"

I heard that familiar “That is true,” but it was interrupted by a loud belligerent voice shouting at us.

"Hold on! Cancel this match immediately!"

Even though I wasn’t familiar with the rules of this competition, I had never thought someone would ask the referees to cancel the match right before it started.

From the enemy’s bench, a muscular man with a huge sword stepped out and walked toward us. The light from the torches around the arena reflected on his shiny steel weapon menacingly.

"Adalbert!"

With bright blonde hair, turquoise eyes, high and beak nose, and of course, cleft chin, Adalbert von Grantz looked like a handsome American footballer. He hated the demons and wanted nothing more than for the empire of the demons to collapse. With a malicious smile on his face, he slowly approached us. With every step he took, the audience's excitement rose. The winner of the second round had come back. The crowd raised their fists to the sky and stomped their feet wildly.

"I object to this match! This isn’t a one-on-one competition. It’s a tournament!" Adalbert shouted, and the audience roared in response.

Adalbert turned toward the referees.

"If it’s a tournament, then the winner of the second round has the right to compete against the third competitor from the other team, right?"

The two referees nodded.

"That’s right, the winner of the second round has the right to compete again in the next match."

Wait a minute! The winner of the second round was not Yozak, but Adalbert. And the third competitor from the other team was none other than myself! Damn! I would have to fight against Adalbert? Well, that was one problem we hadn’t expected!

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Chapter 2[edit]

"Wait a minute!"

Stefan Van Baren, the elegant gentleman with short brown hair mixed with silver streaks, who also went by the nickname Fanfan, uttered a cry of surprise uncharacteristic for him.

"Mr. Sizemore, are you the one everyone calls “The sea monster,” the terror on the sea that all sailors are afraid of?"

"Oh, you embarrasse me. But in fact, in Shin Makoku’s Navy, there are only two men who bear the name of Sizemore. My younger brother and myself."

He was called "sea monster" mostly because of his hair, or the lack of it, but of course he could not mention that. Although Sizemore was a bear of a man, he was shy and could easily become embarrassed. He fleetingly ran his hand over his head. Sadly, all he could feel was the bare skin.

Friendship between a man and a man usually arises in unexpected circumstances.

Although one was an international businessman across all oceans, the other belonged to a race that had been an old enemy of the humans. It was natural to feel guarded against each other. However, that feeling had already disappeared.

"Then my family is in your debt," said Fanfan. "In the last war, a transport fleet was accidentally sunk by a Shimaron warship while crossing the international waters. It was an accident, but there were many civilian casualties. The Shimaron warship did not fulfill their obligation of rescuing the civilians... It was unbelievable. Even my grandmother would have been among the victims, but she was rescued by your ship. Later on, her nickname "unsinkable Fanfan" spread far and wide. Our family van Baren had indeed become invincible in the harsh competition among all marine transporters. My grandmother’s name is Vancil van Baren. She is the wife of Jefferson van Baren."

Sizemore rummaged through old memories.

"Ah, yes, I remember the lady. What a coincidence, it’s a small world after all."

"After you complete your mission, you must visit us. My grandmother would be very pleased."

"She is doing well? I am glad to hear that."

"Every day she would complain that she had to carry on her life as an old woman. But from my impression after listening to your story countless times, Mr. Sizemore, you have not changed one bit. Even your hair style is still the same. Is this the norm for seafarers?"

"Umm ---"

Friendship between a man and a man would also fall apart when they start paying attention to appearance.

While the competition was reaching its climax, Sizemore, Fanfan, Dacascos, and the quiet Chevalier were on their way to steal the forbidden box "The End of the Wind" from the temple adjacent to the arena. It was truly a reckless plan.

Lady Cecilie von Spitzweg, the Former Queen of Shin Makoku, and Flynn Gilbert, the wife of the late Lord of Caloria, Norman Gilbert, stayed behind and waited in the VIP area, leaving the men alone to discuss their problems with their wives and children to their hearts’ content. That’s what one would expect.

"Oh, my Cecilie. She is so wonderful, she's like a love goddess," purred Fanfan.

Yet for some unknown reason, Fanfan was praising Lady Cherie. Moreover, she was not a goddess, but a demon.

Young and having roughly the same build, Chevalier and Dacascos were carrying the wooden box covered with a green cloth to disguise it as a container of cold drinks. It was supposed to be the substitution for the forbidden box. One was the ultimate weapon of utmost brutality "The End of the Wind," the other was a plain and simple wooden box made by laymen during a boat trip.

The more one thought about it, the more dangerous the plan seemed to be.

The scalp of the faint-hearted Dacascos had become all dry because of nervousness, but the rest of them looked very calm, especially Fanfan. He was not a soldier accustomed to dangerous situations, but a businessman accustomed to a carefree life, yet he did not show the slightest trace of tension, and he even kept talking non-stop about his "beautiful love."

Then Lady Cherie, the love hunter, truly deserved all the praises for successfully capturing this brave and handy man.

"In my whole life, I've never met a lady so pure and beautiful, full of wisdom and the most tender love. She shows me what true love really is, a feeling I had never had before! I regret I hadn’t met her earlier, but still, I am truly the luckiest person in the world!"

But he would be the fourth luckiest person in Lady Cherie’s life.

"I heard that the women of the demon race are all very beautiful, but I believe she is the most beautiful of all. Even though I keep telling her so, she always feels there are women who are more beautiful than she is. To hear such humble words coming out of her lips, red like rose buds, I could not help but touch them. How in the world could there be such a pure heart? She is truly a lady with eternal youth and boundless modesty who knows not arrogance."

Fanfan praises went out of control. Sizemore felt as if a rash was spreading over his right side. Modesty? Madame Cherie?

"I also heard about another lady in your country who is as famous as Cecilie. It seems people use many alias for her because she is both feared and respected. The Red Devil, Shin Makoku’s Nightmare, Poison Lady Anissina. There must be a large number of men who succumbed to her charms."

Dacascos’ eyes teared up instinctively.

She was truly a devil, literally the same as her alias.

"I heard she has exceptional knowledge of literature and a very strong yearning for independence. What a lucky guy, who can win her hand in marriage."

Married to Lady Anissina von Kabernikoff? Maybe it was just the result of his own fear, but Dacascos thought His Excellency Gwendal, who had been bound to Lady Anissina since childhood, was very unfortunate. As for Sizemore, who had not had a taste of the Red Devil’s terror, he merely said: "Really?"

"The third lady... unfortunately has died quite young, long time ago. They say that instead of her, the three most beautiful demons in the kingdom now include a certain lady named Günter. Do you know about her? Well, no matter how beautiful she may be, surely she can’t compare to my spring breeze, my golden fairy. Moreover, it seems that this lady Günter is very eccentric. They say she has shaved her hair and entered a temple, and has strange behaviors such as wearing mask in public."

Alas, His Excellency Günter’s legend had spread to foreign countries! Dacascos could no longer stop his tears from overflowing. Maybe it was because of the dust inside the temple, but now even his nose was running.

"The deceased lady was said to be very close to one of Cecilie's sons," said Fanfan.

A strong admiration surged inside the two demon soldiers. It was unbelievable that Lady Cherie had told her lover about her past. She could still win the heart of one of the few richest businessmen in Shimaron, despite the fact that she was the mother of three sons. She totally owned up to her alias, the Hunter of Love.

Dacascos did not know about the relationship between a son of the former queen and one of the three top beauties of the Demon Empire, so he decided to hold his tongue. The elder and higher ranked Sizemore however was more familiar with the former princes. He had even interacted with the third son, the blond ex-prince, a few days ago. But he had no idea which one among the three had a close relationship with Lady Julia Susannah von Wincott.

"If I remember correctly, Lady Julia Susannah was engaged to His Excellency Adalbert von Granz. Who could have spread rumors about her and one of the ex-princes?"

"Oh, really? But there might be some truth in the rumors. My lovely fairy, the mother herself, told me that her second son, Lord Conrad, was to marry Lady Julia Susannah after the war ended."

"What? Lord Weller and Lady Julia Susannah were in a relationship?"

Lord Weller had always been popular with the ladies, whether as a brave and confident soldier before and during the war, or the sober man after it. It was true that his popularity with the ladies was enviable, but Sizemore would never have thought of him as someone who was capable of stealing the love of another man.

"Lord Weller and Lady Julia Susannah... Ah, really, we can’t judge a book by its cover..."

"It’s not a well known fact in your country? A marriage between these two would have made history. It doesn’t happen everyday for two big names to join together in marriage."

"Oh... ahh..."

God, what a keen interest Fanfan had with gossip from a foreign country. Sizemore couldn’t understand that. Of course the intimate details of other people’s love lives are exciting, but discussing their private life is so indecent and impolite.

"When I heard his name, I understood right away. Surely you know his father, Dan Hiri Weller?" Asked Fanfan.

"The first Lord of Ruttenberg,” said Sizemore.

"His position in his country might not be that of a king, but for the people from this area, he has become a legend."

"Really, he was certainly very popular with the ladies."

Fanfan glanced at the older demon, with a look as if to enlighten him.

"No, this is not about his love life. Dan Hiri Weller, the son of Glenn Gordon Weller, was a descendant of the three famous kings of the continent. It has been recorded in history. The two signs were also tattooed on his arms. After his expulsion from Shimaron, the officials announced that his royal bloodline was extinct. There were of course rumors that he had had a child oversea and had returned to the kingdom undetected. No one could verify the credibility of the rumors, but since he was a threat to the royal family of Big Shimaron, they have always been on the look out for his whereabouts."

"Lord Weller’s father carried the royal bloodline of the kings of Shimaron? Did Madame Cherie know this?"

"Well, it is possible that Cecilie had no knowledge. Dan Hiri Weller would not have revealed his true identity carelessly. His forefathers were forced to change their names and only managed to survive as prisoners. Weller is only part of the original family name. But the fact is that this legendary man has fathered a child with a demon, and if this child had married Lady Julia Susannah, a descendant of the Wincott, then ... "

"Then what?"

Sizemore swallowed, imagining terrible things to happen. Maybe the oceans would turn red, maybe the sea water would boil over in the blink of an eye. In any situation, his first thought would always be about the sea.

“Countries would be shaken.”

“You mean the oceans?”

Fanfan, putting on his “irresistible” smile that had proved to be invincible in business negotiations, casually responded:

“The oceans? Don’t they always shake...”

At that very moment, the deafening roar from the arena below interrupted their conversation. They had no idea the very person they were talking about, Lord Conrad Weller, had entered the arena as the third competitor from the enemy’s camp, much less that he was going to fight his own Lord, the one he once swore to serve, or that the match had been halted.

"In ancient times the Wincott family had ruled over the southern tip of this continent. Up until the battle against the Creator Gods, Wincott rulers were known to be beloved and respected by the people. If a descendant of the Wincott and one who carries the bloodline of the three kings had joined in marriage, and if a child had been born from this union, then for all the underground anti-Shimaron forces, he would be their ultimate hope, the ideal leader they were waiting for. Just imagining that much, I already feel excited. Wouldn’t it be great?"

If Lord Conrad Weller and Lady Julia Susannah had got married, their offspring would become the leader of the anti-Shimaron forces?

For someone who could only think of the different states of the oceans, whether it would be calm or stormy, Sizemore had long since stopped following the story. Perhaps Fanfan took his silence as agreement, as he cheerfully continued:

"Moreover, beside being extraordinary in all other aspects, the child would undoubtedly be a true beauty as well, seeing that the parents would be the grandson of the most handsome man of the continent, Glenn Gordon Weller, and one of the three top beauties of the Demon Empire.”

“Wait...”

Dacascos, carrying the box behind them, hesitantly asked:

“Could you be mistaking our three most powerful demon ladies as three top beauties?”

The prisoner of love however did not hear these words, as he had moved on to discuss the next beauty.

“Speaking of beauty, I heard that the sense of beauty of the demons have been completely changed from the ground up by their new head of state. I would really like to see that person for myself once."

"Probably our majesty is now fighting in the arena right below us."

"Really? She must be a truly brave queen. But I’m sure she still can’t compare to my Cecilie, loving and soft spoken like a little golden birdie."

Sizemore felt like scratching his right side until it bled. Dacascos, meanwhile, immediately memorized all of these beautiful words so that he could use them to flatter his wife later. “Your lovely voice sounds like thousands of crickets and beetles...”

After they ascended two narrow stairs, the group reached the top floor, forbidden to all outsiders. Along the way they had bribed three guards with a bottle of wine and four soldiers with money.

"It seems this is but a storage room. Is the box really here?" wondered Dacascos.

“It can’t be. The room isn’t even well guarded. We need to continue, and be prepared to fight." said Fanfan.

Sizemore wrinkled his nose while sniffing the musty air.

"But we're already at the top. I don’t think there is a stair to go further up."

"No, no. Not upward. Look, here! "

Fanfan was at a corner pointing to a small door at the end of the aisle. It looked just like a simple door in a common house, but there were five guards standing in front of it. That was an obvious hint, so to speak.

"From there, a staircase leads down again, because the Treasury is in the basement,” said Fanfan. “In that room they store all kinds of rare treasures, a collection of precious treasures from all over the world.”

Sizemore groaned loudly. Climbing all the way to the top floor, only to go back down to the basement? That would not happen to him at sea.

Suddenly a clanking noise rang loudly as if a huge metal bucket had fallen to the ground.

“Your Majesty!”

"Yuuri!”

"Shibuya!"

Thank you for calling my name in every way possible.

I turned back to look at our rest area. An iron fence had fallen down right in front of our bench and my teammates suddenly found themselves behind bars, completely separated from the arena. Holding the thick iron bars, all three of them were shouting:

“Why are we the only team locked up?"

One of the referee put his arms on his hips, to appear more imposing.

"To prevent you from forcing your way into the arena."

"But that's not fair! If so, then the other team should also be..."

No one was rushing over from the other team. After all, there was only one soldier in the rest area of the Big Shimaron’s team, who looked gloomy for having lost earlier. On our side, in contrast, my teammates were shaking the iron bars with all their might and shouted out loud.

"Your Majesty! Do not try anything foolish, please come back!"

"That’s right, Yuuri! Don’t be stupid!"

"Shibuya, don’t try any nonsense!"

"You are being rude now! You’re talking as if I am really stupid... Woa! Woa!"

Suddenly the ground beneath my feet trembled. A circular stage the size of a sumo ring started rising from the ground. Staying with me on that stage were Adalbert and the referee with a thick beard, who were both a few feet away from me. Meanwhile Conrad had missed it by only one step, even though he was standing right next to me. He tried to grip the edge of the stage to jump up and almost made it, but the other referee grasped his uniform and pulled him back.

"Let go!" yelled Conrad.

"No way. The appeal of the second fighter was justified. In this match, the second competitor from Big Shimaron will compete against the third competitor from Caloria. To protect our prestige, we must follow the rules."

“But if His Majesty has to fight against that guy, he won’t be merely injured...”

Turning away from the expressionless referee, Conrad looked at me desperately. Meanwhile, the stage had already risen to a height above his head.

"He will kill you... Yuuri, give me your hand."

"The match lasts until one of the fighters is incapacitated. Even if one of them loses his life during the match, that does not go against the rules."

How very comforting!

It was true that the American footballer was indeed a powerful enemy. But at least there was one advantage in fighting him as compared to fighting Conrad: I wouldn’t hesitate to use all my strength to hit him between his legs.

"Well, here we go!" I cried. "My left foot is ready to kick!"

"How brave, yet it looks a little forced."

"It doesn’t matter if I win or not. At least I will be able to hurt you. After all, even you have the same weakness that all men have."

"Yes, except that..."

Adalbert put his hand on his crotch and knocked firmly with his fist. It sounded as if he had knocked on wood.

"One of my principles, my boy. Never enter a fight without wearing protective gear."

"Whaaat?"

Down the drain it went, my beautiful plan!

From behind the bars, Murata was shouting at me at the top of his lungs. This behavior was so different from his usual calmness that I suddenly felt uneasy.

“Shibuyaaa! That's enough, give up! It is too risky."

For someone who had only fought in video games and who had had only a few hours of kendo practice during gym classes, my strength surely fell far behind that of this muscular fighter. He looked like the wrestler Big Show, while I looked like a wooden stick. If he hit me, it would be an instant knock-out. Moreover, if I only put a careless foot beyond the edge, I would fall from the stage, and game would be over for me as well. I glanced sideways to check. Indeed the stage was now as high as a 3-story building.

What would be the end of me? Would I die under Adalbert’s weapon? Or would I fall to my death?

"Mr. Referee, I must speak with you urgently,” I said.

"Yes?"

"Err..."

Given the current situation, I’d like to withdraw. The words had come to the tip of my tongue but couldn’t come out, as I saw the disbelieving expression on Adalbert’s face.

"What's going on, Caloria’s representative? You want to end the game in such a boring way? I thought you were a man, that’s why I proposed a fair and square showdown. But if you prefer to act like a timid little girl and chicken out, oh, that would be so disappointing."

His words angered me, and I almost retorted with equally insulting language. No, no, no! I should not play into his hands. He only wanted me to lose my temper, so he could spoil my plan.

It was true that I was the representative from Caloria, but as Normal Gilbert, I have fulfilled all my obligations to the people. They would understand and would be happy to welcome me back. I would be able to face the children who had cheerfully sent me off and tell them that we had tried our best. Losing the final battle would be truly regrettable, but I could still hold my head high and say we had put in all our effort. However, could I really withdraw now?

"Yuuri, don’t worry," Wolfram called out to me. "I won’t call you wimp if you give up!"

"Shibuya, listen to your fiance!" Screamed Murata. "No one will blame you, I promise! When we get back to Japan, I’ll treat you to rice with grilled pork ribs! So give it up! You have fought enough!"

Really, had I? Had I tried my utmost in this match?

Facing this question, I could only answer it myself. Until now I had not actually fought at all, let alone given it my best. I allowed myself to be defeated before I even lifted a finger. Could I do that? Did I want to end it that way?

“Mr. Referee, I’d like to ask...”

Mr. Thick Beard patiently waited for me to finish. It was actually very simple, I just needed to say that one sentence. Given the current situation, I’d like to withdraw. And I did say something, but as I listened to myself, it sounded like a conversation during a morning inspection.

"What did you use to shave?"

“Huh? I used the razor given in the common military rations."

I slowly stood up from the kneeling position. The snow-bearing wind blowing in my face had become considerably colder.

Adalbert twisted his lips scornfully.

"Well, what now? You changed your mind?"

"I did not change my mind. I only mentally prepared myself."

If I didn’t put all my effort into this match, I wouldn’t be able to look the children in the eyes.

“A man, regardless of the outcome, must face his challenges head on. Ah, of course the same holds true for women too.”

The fruits of Lady von Karbelnikov’s indoctrination manifested themselves even here.

"And it’s not certain yet that I will lose to you! Anything can happen in the fighting ring. Nothing is impossible. Isn’t there a saying that goes "There is strength inside weakness"...”

"Shibuya, that is not wrestling, that is Judo!"

Too bad, there were already flaws in my arguments.

The audience began to roar. They did not care about Conrad’s concerns or those of the Caloria’s team. The atmosphere was so heated that the snow melted in the air before it touched the ground.

Adalbert von Granz lowered the mighty sword from his shoulder. In light of the torches around us, the long and thick blade flashed menacingly. To put myself into the mood, I swung my metal bat back and forth. I felt slightly more confident in my weapon. Meanwhile Conrad desperately tried to talk to me from below.

"Your Majesty, please don’t be reckless. Your bat has no chance against his sword!"

"You're the last one who should give me advice! You better get your own problems straightened out first!"

The audience suddenly held their breath all at once. For a brief moment, a dead silence fell upon the whole stadium. Adalbert charged forward with lightning speed and swung with his mighty sword at me. Instinctively, my body jerked to the left. A strong gust of wind swept past my right cheek. I knew I had escaped his blade by the skin of my teeth.

I lost my balance and had to kneel one knee on the ground. I grasped the bat with both hands and raised it over my head just in time to block Adalbert’s strike from above.

It was a miracle that I survived the attack, but all my fingers went numb immediately. The impact force spreading from my wrists to my elbows and shoulders was so strong, I felt as if all my joints were dislocated. Following the ear-splitting sound of metal hitting on metal, a slightly burning smell filled my nostrils.

"Lucky as ever," said Adalbert smiling smugly.

"So you say," I replied.

Adalbert came closer to look at me. Unlike Nigel Weisz Maxine’s emotionless eyes, his blue eyes were full of delight. Was he pleased to have the chance to eliminate me with his own sword?

"If you could never return to your country... how would the demons feel? Wouldn’t it be a terrible shame for them if their young king is killed on human land?"

Cold sweat ran down my spine. Now I could clearly see his true intention. He wanted nothing more than for me to die, because he wanted to see the Demon Empire sinking into the chaos after my death. That was the reason he joined Big Shimaron’s army and served under the human king.

“I would not let you have your way!”

With all my strength I pushed his sword aside. I took a large step back and suddenly felt no support under my feet. So dangerous! I almost forgot that the stage was at a lofty height.

"Careful, boy! Neither of us would want the fight to have such an unspectacular end."

"You’re only saying so, but I know you want nothing more than for me to fall to my death. After all no one wants to dirty their hands."

One of my friends called out to me that I should not let him provoke me. What else could I do? It was after all the only strategy I had. I wanted to think of something to talk about, to distract him from attacking me. Maybe I could discuss his dinner menu to spoil his concentration? I wasn’t sure if it would work on someone who was not a baseball player, but you wouldn’t know unless you try!

"Anyway, what did you have for dinner yesterday?"

"Probably meat."

While asking, I quickly advanced, taking the initiative to attack first. But as expected, he easily thwarted my blow, turning the offense into a strength contest.

"Damn! You had even better food than us!"

"You are only a young king, who told you to go on an expedition to this land?! If you are willing to stay back in your nice and warm room in your castle, you could have filled your stomach with whatever fancy meal or finest wine you wish!"

Murata anxiously shouted to me, slightly raising his voice at the end.

"Look, Shibuya! Right, right! No, the other right!”

No way, I wouldn’t be able to follow your instructions, else it would have been best for you to control the situation yourself.

At that time, the referee’s figure entered my field of vision. Although he was at the same dangerous height, he could still nimbly jump around and dodge the attacks between the competitors. He really deserved his rank as an international referee. He was great, just like his beard. However, as I was distracted, I lost sight of my opponent's sword for a split second. In the next moment, I could only see the silver shiny blade striking straight toward my chest.

I could almost hear four voices gasping, although they were far away from me.

"Oh, no!"

Luckily, at that very moment, the stage started shaking, and as I lost my balance, I fell down on my knee. The silver blade completed the arc right in front of my nose. I strained my calves and leaped to my feet immediately, but this time the stage did not stop shaking.

We were completely surrounded by the brown heads of the spectators cheering and shaking their fists. When I looked around, I found that the whole stadium was slowly moving.

"Why is the stadium turning around?"

However, it was not the stadium that was revolving, but the stage we were on. Our circular stage was revolving at the speed of a clock’s second hand. What was going on?! The stage was already high and dangerous, now you made it revolve too?

It was the final battle, yet it was no more than a cheap show. The audience certainly had their fun, as they could now observe the fight from all angles. But the high and spinning stage was making me dizzy. Fortunately, even Adalbert was frowning and knelt down without saying a word. When our eyes met, he clucked his tongue and, using his weapon as a prop, quietly scrambled to his feet again. Apparently, his legs also felt shaky.

"Now now, you don’t look too good," I taunted him.

"Aren’t you the same?"

Well, tough luck! I was accustomed to dizziness caused by rotations. Two years ago when I joined the baseball team, almost every day we had to complete a strange exercise: holding the baseball bat vertically on the ground, leaning the forehead against the handle, turning around ten times, then immediately step forward. One would be so dizzy it was difficult to walk straight. Until now I still had no idea if that exercise benefited us in any way. Could it be simply a joke by the seniors?

"Leaning the forehead on the bat, rotating around ten times, and still able to hit the target, that’s something only I could do!"

I was boasting about something no one else present could understand.

I struck the metal bat at the legs of my opponent, and he fell. My first goal today. Leaning on his hands he tried to bounce back. Now I only needed to smack my weapon down on him, and the battle would be decided. Only two and a half steps forward and a hard hit on his head, then it would all be over, and I would win! Maybe some of his brain would splatter a bit, but it would be easy enough to change my clothes - so that should be fine. That is the problem with using bat as weapon, there is no middle ground to negotiate. I should have listened to Wolfram’s advice and chosen a sword. If only I could point my sword at him, I might be able to force him to surrender.

Even though all those thoughts were rushing through my head, in that split of second, I simply took my stance in front of Adalbert, preparing to swing my bat. Just one strike and it would be over with. No, I did not need to smash his skull, I only needed to stop at the right time to knock him out, and the referee would still declare me the winner. I only needed to stop at the right time...

"Ouch!"

Adalbert had noticed my hesitation and, with his free foot, kicked me with all his might at my fingers. I screamed under my breath, and lurched forward. Adalbert quickly grabbed me by my neck and I felt cold metal pressed against my throat.

"Thanks, kid. You saved me the trouble of chasing after you in this whole revolving shop."

"Ah... Ouch! "

"Does that hurt, huh? You're bleeding even, you poor thing!" Adalbert said sarcastically.

All the muscles in my body tensed up. The blade was just under my chin. How would it feel to have your throat slit open? Which death would be more pleasant? A severed carotid artery or a severed windpipe?

I dropped my weapon and tried to pry free with my hands. But I had no chance against his strength. His grip around my neck was so tight even the force of fifty cars combined wouldn’t be enough to free me.

At this time I could feel the body temperature of the man behind me, while in front of me, only freezing wind and snow were striking at my face. Although I found myself in such a state of emergency, the only thought in my mind was that the difference in temperature would cause me to catch a cold. I suddenly felt nothing under my feet. Adalbert had dragged me to the edge of our stage and dangled me there.

"I could just let you go," he threatened.

Earlier I was still trying to kick with my free legs. But upon hearing his threat, I immediately stopped struggling. My throat was so dry and burning hot that I could not make any sound.

The stage continued to rotate. Slowly our rest area came into my view. Wolf, Murata and Yozak kept clutching the bars and shouting. However, because of a rustling sound in my ears, I could not catch what my comrades were trying to tell me.

There it was again, the uncomfortable ringing in the ears. It was not new to me. My experience told me that my awareness would continue to wane and I would start to hear the comforting voice of a woman. And then I would be invincible. Just a little more, a little bit more...

"Your Majesty!"

That was Conrad. His voice sounded unusually desperate.

"I beseech you, please surrender right now! He could really do it! Adalbert could take your life!"

If I could speak or stop my magic powers, I would have done so. But the situation had gone beyond my control, and soon that person would start whispering in my ears, waking up unknown forces in my body. Maybe something would happen, and our situation would be reversed.

But for a long time, nothing happened.

"He is almost incapable of fighting," Adalbert murmured softly. Probably he thought I could no longer hear him.

If at this moment I fell to my demise, what would become of everyone’s effort so far? Would it all be for naught? I would neither be able to make a request on Caloria’s behalf, nor reclaim the evil box. It was the end. Here was the end.

I looked up to heaven and tried to squeeze a sound out of my throat. My voice was so hoarse it was not even a decent word. Nevertheless, I cried out to the countless falling white lights, even though I could not say whether they were snowflakes or stars.

Come on, I need my power! Now, now, now is the time! Here! I must win this fight!

Still no woman's voice whispering. Desperate, I looked down and saw a pair of eyes that were as black as mine: Murata’s. Aware of my eye contact, Murata briefly said "no" and quickly covered his face.

"No, Shibuya," he muttered. "Do not do it. It's too dangerous."

Dangerous for whom?! For me? Or for the people in the stadium?

Suddenly I was sucked into a vortex of darkness. Darkness quickly spread out, shrouding everything around, as if to swallow the whole world. A biting cold wind kept blasting me on my face, my chest and my legs. And then my body felt as if I was plunged down a pitch-black tunnel at an unbearable speed.

It was different than the usual lazy white mist I had encountered previously. And there was no music.

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