Yuuram In Novel 8

Yuuram in Novel 8

And with this we end the Caloria arc. May I remind you that yuuram had been absolutely lowkey up to this point (this novel included), and that the real yuuram is about to come? Anyways, it’s so nice to re-read these parts… yuuram is mostly ignored after the cliff scene in this arc, and there are so many more scenes.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.1 -You’ll have to forgive this brotherly love bit-

Wolfram’s jaw muscles moved almost imperceptibly. “I agree. That guy is my brother(ani).” 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.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.2 -Fighting-

“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.”(…)

“Yuuri, don’t worry,” Wolfram called out to me. “I won’t call you henachoko 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?(…)

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.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.5 -Yuuri was willing to drink alcohol …again. Even if it wasn’t by sheer luck-

Before I could say that I don’t drink alcohol because I’m a sportsman, Wolfram, Josak, and I were each handed their own cup. It was a stone liqueur glass with a stem. The amount inside was less than my mother uses for cooking so I gave up.

“That is the ceremonial water known as the Holy Water of Gillesby.”

Luckily, it wasn’t alcohol.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.5 -Wolfram’s emotions flowing right into Yuuri-

“I ended up calling him that. My previous master always told me not to refer to him as His Majesty.”

To think that wish would be granted like this.

“As for you… I intend to strive to not call you that as well.”

Murata is looking at me. He’s probably worried that I’ll lose my cool and explode. Wolfram took a half a step towards me and leaned his shoulder against my left arm. It was as if his body heat that had suddenly risen with his emotions was flowing right into me.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.5 -Random praises-

“What, Yu-… Norman Gilbit?” Wolfram corrects himself by using the full name in an unnatural way. The problem is that he’s too beautiful to play the part of a stray mazoku mercenary hired by a human.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.5 -Equals, and Yuuri worrying-

Wolfram, likely having feelings the most similar to mine out of everyone else here, was staring me straight in the face. He slowly unclenches his fists, spreads his fingers and folds his arms with deliberate movements. Standing with his back slightly arched, his left foot is pointing toward Lord Weller. I’m kind of relentless with this, but is his back alright?

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.5 -I’m dying, Wolfram was the one convincing him to not take the box. How did I miss this!?-

“Is it okay for the spoils of that being Conrart who disappeared?”

“But Wolf…”

“I feel the same.”

Of course he feels the same. His beloved brother is serving the person in power of an enemy country. It’s probably painful that he’s not trying to come back. If he could, as a little brother he would probably like to use the power of the victor to drag him back home even by force.

“But that’s not our right. It’s the right of the man whose mask you’re wearing.”

No, to say it more precisely, it is the right of those who live in Caloria and love it.

“If you’re saying that getting the box is for Conrart, then that’s a misunderstanding on your part. Don’t forget whose victory this is. Don’t forget who you are.”

That’s right. If I decided to play the part of someone else, I have to play it perfectly until the curtain comes down. The laurels that Norman Gilbit has gained belong to the people of Caloria. If I want honor, it is for his country. If I want the box, it has to be for the people.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.6 -more praising-

Unlike me, Wolfram is a certified pretty boy so no matter what outfit he wears it looks good on him. Even so, it’s a surprisingly simple and normal outfit for him.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.6 -Yeah, go talk to Wolfram -

At that moment I finally felt several gazes upon me. They weren’t from the people dancing nearby. Those people were completely indifferent. They were engrossed in politics and dancing. Then the gazes were probably those of my guardian Josak and my overseer Wolfram. Looking around in all directions… over there. The third son was standing by the southern window visibly disgruntled. He had a glass in each hand and both of them were empty.

“Flynn, Wolfram is over there so go have a chat with him.”

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.6 -A little input from Murata’s POV-

“I followed you because it would be dangerous for you to go walking around by yourself, but… I’m worried that His Majesty might do something annoyi-… perform a deed that commoners would never think of. I informed His Excellency Wolfram about the situation before I left, but despite appearances he’s like that too… Oh, honestly! To think guarding His Majesty and Your Highness at the same time would be so difficult!”

“Yeah, leaving Shibuya and Lord von Bielefeld together will be a lot more fun~.”

“That’s not what I-”

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.8 -Yuuram and T-zou scene-

“Yuuri!”

“I’m here.”

Looking relieved at hearing my response, Wolfram comes running forward.

“Who are these people!? Or perhaps I should ask who they are.”

“Those are kind of difficult questions.”

In the battle of 30 versus 15… 16? About 17. However you looked at it, the smaller group seemed superior. There were only two swordsmen on horses, so being maneuverable seemed to be an advantage. Also, the group with assorted clothes and weapons fought dirt-… er, cunningly. None of them were fighting one-on-one and none of them went in for a direct attack from the front.

I ended up behind Wolfram and T-Zou and I leaned back on the muddy carriage wheel.

The world is a large place, but I might be the only man who has been protected by a sheep. It’s a depressing thought.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.8 -aww, language-

“Yuuri!”

“Whoa, huah!?”

I had only let my attention stray for a few seconds, but a knife had stuck into the cloth canopy behind me. It was only a few centimeters from my ear. It looked like it had been struck with something that set it off course right before my eyes. Maybe someone threw a rock.

“What do you mean, ‘huah!?’ Don’t say 'huah!’”

Wolfram was fairly strict with language.

—————————————————————— Novel 8. ch.8 -I’m telling you this 16 y/o’s gonna end up with all the legal vices-

The man in the Shimaronian military uniform urged his new master along and turned his back. If it will divert my misery, I’ll give up my abstinence from alcohol and tobacco.

I must have been making quite a pitiful face because Wolfram lightly touched my elbow. His tone was much gentler than usual.

“Do you remember what I said to you?”

“What? You’ve said a lot of things to me so I have no idea.”

He sheathes his sword that was cleaned of blood. It made a clinking sound of the end of battle.

“… That the foolish one is Conrart.”

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