Diary of a Bielefeld Blond: I Don't Like Etiquette
Ta-dah~! Wolfram's second entry, and he's not happy with Gunter.
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Gunter has a death wish. How dare he say I was a slow learner when compared to Yuuri!
Obviously, it's his teaching methods and the silly things being taught that are at fault. Etiquette is important, I know we have to look after alliances and diplomats and any other person Gwendal thinks is so important we must serve dinner to, but there are boundaries no one can cross. It doesn't matter if he's the High Lord of Holy-Lala Land, or she's the Queen of Purple Oranges; NOBODY gets to flirt with or be flirted by Yuuri.
So a few people return with singed eyebrows and burnt clothing; I can't believe these "adults" would actually whine to Gunter about my conduct. Anyone with more sense than a pigeon can see that it's their terrible behaviour that forced me into... retaliation.
Uncle Baltoran was right, when he told me that you keep the ones you love safe behind you, and you keep everyone else at sword-point in front of you. If I don't have the wimp tucked behind me, even Shinou would get a headache from all the problems he'll cause.
And arithmetic. It's the one thing Gunter has ever taught that was even remotely interesting. And it's the one thing that he refuses to teach more of.
"Oh ha ha" he says.
"A fiancé of the Maou has no need to learn the art of calculation" he says.
"Walk around with this stack of books balanced on your head instead" he says.
I did not realise being Yuuri's fiancé meant my right to think has been removed from me. Last I checked, I decided what I want to learn, and if it's arithmetic then no purple-haired idiot is going to stop me.
Unlike etiquette and poise, which is both enraging and dull, arithmetic is straightforward yet complex. It gives me the same accomplished feeling I get defeating my best men in combat to solve a particularly twisty problem.
Besides, big brother has lost several wrinkles ever since I started helping him with the tax disputes.
And unless I will be permanently keeping books on my head to throw at people in the case of an attack, I do not see how walking around with the history of Shin Makoku on my head will be useful at all.
I did end up throwing several books at Gunter before I left, only he didn't feel it much, too busy drooling in anticipation of Yuuri's class. His usually start an hour after mine, but by the way the wimp whines so much I sometimes wonder if he even knows I'm studying as well.
I will probably regret this dearly later, but I asked Anissina about arithmetic. The woman had invented spectacles that could translate any language into Mazoku, and I think she secretly stole Yuuri's textbooks that time he came here with his school bag. She said there were some really interesting things in some of the them, and there were books just for calculation. She'll teach me, but in return I have to rat out big brother whenever she needs him.
Sorry brother, but you always insist I should better myself for my country.
The rest, history and literature and geography and strategies of war and magic and stuff are occasionally interesting, and sometimes mind-numbingly boring.
Strategies of war in particular irk me. There are easier ways to solve tension. Peace talks and all those stuff Yuuri is good in. And from what I've overheard from old soldiers and retired ambassadors, if I think a well-placed assassination is the only way to prevent a war and restore peace, I would choose to kill and keep everyone safe, no matter how much everyone will hate me for it.
Magic is fun in practical, but since that one time I got a little over-excited and nearly burnt Gunter in a sparring match, I'm now reduced to sitting with Gisela and having her tell me how much magic is needed where when dealing with whatever. I know her speciality is healing magic, but her explanations do make sense, even when I use them to fight.
Plus she says I'm the quickest student she's ever met.
All my lessons are up for review in a few weeks' time, and I think big brother and Conrad will be involved in testing me for some of the things. It will be quite interesting; my level has never been so hazardous for my normal instructors that my brothers have to step in.
I'm reading my lessons in bed a lot now, though the wimp still wonders what books exactly have so captivated my attention.
I think that idiot really doesn't know that I study as much as he does, even though I still train my troops daily.
I wouldn't expect anything less from the wimp, though.
Wolfram Von Bielefeld.
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First entry
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Gunter has a death wish. How dare he say I was a slow learner when compared to Yuuri!
Obviously, it's his teaching methods and the silly things being taught that are at fault. Etiquette is important, I know we have to look after alliances and diplomats and any other person Gwendal thinks is so important we must serve dinner to, but there are boundaries no one can cross. It doesn't matter if he's the High Lord of Holy-Lala Land, or she's the Queen of Purple Oranges; NOBODY gets to flirt with or be flirted by Yuuri.
So a few people return with singed eyebrows and burnt clothing; I can't believe these "adults" would actually whine to Gunter about my conduct. Anyone with more sense than a pigeon can see that it's their terrible behaviour that forced me into... retaliation.
Uncle Baltoran was right, when he told me that you keep the ones you love safe behind you, and you keep everyone else at sword-point in front of you. If I don't have the wimp tucked behind me, even Shinou would get a headache from all the problems he'll cause.
And arithmetic. It's the one thing Gunter has ever taught that was even remotely interesting. And it's the one thing that he refuses to teach more of.
"Oh ha ha" he says.
"A fiancé of the Maou has no need to learn the art of calculation" he says.
"Walk around with this stack of books balanced on your head instead" he says.
I did not realise being Yuuri's fiancé meant my right to think has been removed from me. Last I checked, I decided what I want to learn, and if it's arithmetic then no purple-haired idiot is going to stop me.
Unlike etiquette and poise, which is both enraging and dull, arithmetic is straightforward yet complex. It gives me the same accomplished feeling I get defeating my best men in combat to solve a particularly twisty problem.
Besides, big brother has lost several wrinkles ever since I started helping him with the tax disputes.
And unless I will be permanently keeping books on my head to throw at people in the case of an attack, I do not see how walking around with the history of Shin Makoku on my head will be useful at all.
I did end up throwing several books at Gunter before I left, only he didn't feel it much, too busy drooling in anticipation of Yuuri's class. His usually start an hour after mine, but by the way the wimp whines so much I sometimes wonder if he even knows I'm studying as well.
I will probably regret this dearly later, but I asked Anissina about arithmetic. The woman had invented spectacles that could translate any language into Mazoku, and I think she secretly stole Yuuri's textbooks that time he came here with his school bag. She said there were some really interesting things in some of the them, and there were books just for calculation. She'll teach me, but in return I have to rat out big brother whenever she needs him.
Sorry brother, but you always insist I should better myself for my country.
The rest, history and literature and geography and strategies of war and magic and stuff are occasionally interesting, and sometimes mind-numbingly boring.
Strategies of war in particular irk me. There are easier ways to solve tension. Peace talks and all those stuff Yuuri is good in. And from what I've overheard from old soldiers and retired ambassadors, if I think a well-placed assassination is the only way to prevent a war and restore peace, I would choose to kill and keep everyone safe, no matter how much everyone will hate me for it.
Magic is fun in practical, but since that one time I got a little over-excited and nearly burnt Gunter in a sparring match, I'm now reduced to sitting with Gisela and having her tell me how much magic is needed where when dealing with whatever. I know her speciality is healing magic, but her explanations do make sense, even when I use them to fight.
Plus she says I'm the quickest student she's ever met.
All my lessons are up for review in a few weeks' time, and I think big brother and Conrad will be involved in testing me for some of the things. It will be quite interesting; my level has never been so hazardous for my normal instructors that my brothers have to step in.
I'm reading my lessons in bed a lot now, though the wimp still wonders what books exactly have so captivated my attention.
I think that idiot really doesn't know that I study as much as he does, even though I still train my troops daily.
I wouldn't expect anything less from the wimp, though.
Wolfram Von Bielefeld.
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First entry