Day 50, Mid-day, castle practice room

[grumpygwen]

Gwendal took another swing, practicing his swordsman stance. His muscles are limber and well toned and he's now coating in a sheen of sweat. However, his swings do not lessen in either intensity or grace as he continues

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[grumpygwen]

"Alright! I'll help!" She grabbed his hand and grinned up at him. "Lead the way!"

Heavy, internal sigh.

This woman has grabbed hold of his hand. Actually, she is kind of pretty. And he hadn't expected her to actually agree to accompany him to the library. She must really want something from him.

Well, it was time to see how badly she wanted it.

He pulled his hand out of her grasp and draped his arm across her shoulders, trying to not seem as stiff about it as he felt. He guided her towards the library down the hall. "The book has many illustrations," he began in a rich, mischievous voice.

[beth_the_great]

Eh? Why did he do that? Well, people in this world were a bit more lax with touching each other, she'd learned. Even so, this was a bit uncomfortable. She tried to relax as he lead her down the hall.

"Illus...??" She didn't know that word. And the tone of his voice made her eyes grow a bit. This Gwendal didn't seem very much like hers...

[grumpygwen]

My god, could she not even say the word illustrations? How stupid was she? He can't help but be revulsed by her stupidity and abruptly drops his arm upon reaching the library door and push it open.

He thought about holding it open for her highness, but her stupidity has annoyed him.

He smirked as the door rushed forward to slam in her face. Would she catch the door?

He wasn't sure where this childish attitude was coming from.

[beth_the_great]

She caught the door just before it hit her, confused at his sudden change. She followed him into the library and looked around at the shelves of books a bit nervously.

"So, any idea what this book looks like?"

[grumpygwen]

He had to give her credit. She was resilent.

"I believe it's a green book," he answers. His eyes scan the library, its a massive room. He heads straight for the war chronicle section, curious if she will follow. He begins to thumb through the book covers, idly searching for a book that does not exist.

As soon as she leaves he'll pick out a real book to read.

[beth_the_great]

Oh! She knows green. She skips over to the section he is searching and begins looking for green books.

"So, Wolfram is your brother..." She holds up a thin green war journal. "Is this it?"

[grumpygwen]

"No." Gwendal tells her without looking at the book she held up.

So she wants to know about Wolfram? The Elizabeth in his world had mistakenly thought herself engaged to Wolfram. Perhaps that is not the case in her world.

Now it made sense why she had decided to become his persistent shadow.

"Yes, Wolfram is my brother. What of him?"

[beth_the_great]

She put the book back and held up another. "This one?"

"I fear he may be under a spell. I'm sure you know who Yuuri is?"

[grumpygwen]

He glances at the book. It's not even green. "That book is red."

Does he know who Yuuri is? The Maou himself?

"I am familiar with the Maou of this world." He gives her a stern look. "I serve him loyaly. Perhaps I helped him with this spell."

[beth_the_great]

"Against your own brother?" She gives him a disbelieving look, then smiles. He's joking, of course. She goes to another shelf to search. "Any idea what this book is called?"

"Anyway, about my lo...your brother. Are there any candies or fruits he is particularly fond of? Flowers? Does he like poetry?"

[grumpygwen]

Poetry? Would it be beneath him to snort at such an idea regarding his brother.

"I believe he's fond of...bananas." It would be curious if she were able to pick up the double entente with the fruit choice. But he doubted if she would pick up on the hint. "He does appreciate elaborate clothing. He went through a very lacy phase not too long ago..."

[beth_the_great]

"Bananas?" She didn't really like bananas. They were slimy and she could never figure out which end was the top. But she supposed she could tolerate it if Wolfram liked them.

But lace? That was a problem. Though Gwendal did say it was just a phase.

"Does he have a favorite color?"

[grumpygwen]

"I would have to say black." Yuuri wore black a great deal being the Maou. "Yes, black."

[beth_the_great]

Black. What an ugly color! It was a good thing she was so very tolerant.

"And what about you? Don't you smile?"

[grumpygwen]

And what about you? Don't you smile?

No because his face will break.

"Of course. But only for beautiful women," he answers, keeping a stone-like face.

[beth_the_great]

How odd. And he hasn't smiled once this whole time...Oooh. Because he's been looking at books! She bets he would smile if he looked at her, because she is the most beautiful woman she has ever seen.

It does raise a question.

"Do you have a beautiful woman of your own?"