Diary of a Bielefeld Blond: Oh Shinou! It's a Hot Day
Wolfram, Wolfram and more Wolfram! He should have his own series.... and harem. Where do I apply?
Dear diary: Entry 1
Hmm... after big big brother found Conrad's diary and read about Josak, I burnt my diar-... training manual and scattered the ashes in all of the fountains in the castle. If Yuuri goes to Earth through any of the fountains, my burnt evidence will follow, away from Gwendal's glare. Conrad can't look at him or me without blushing like an idiot, and that weird spy of his is winking at everyone so much it looks like a diseased twitch. Sadly, mother knew about my written companion, and kept giving me thoughtful looks after she saw how it ended. I didn't mind it much, because I was busy screaming at Yuuri for managing to be included in Conrad's diary (so was I, but I'm his brother), but then she went and told the devil woman.
Anissina.
But she did give me something useful; this metal-box-where-manuscripts-are-kept-a-secret-from-the-prying-eyes-of-men Kun can keep journal entries, and since no one else would listen, I and her are basically the only ones who know how it works. I did get confused halfway through her explanation though; I think she said this can also cure baldness or something. Forgive me Dacascos, but I got this much before I started wondering what a blue bearbee would look like.
It was a hot day yesterday, so Gunter was even more insufferable than ever. You'd think so much hair would mean he would be like any other demon and be miserable when it's hot. But no, he had to go around happily screaming how lovely the weather was when even the maids were too annoyed to gossip. I couldn't even get up and smack him when he said Yuuri sweated very prettily. I stayed in the kitchens with my jacket off and my shirtsleeves rolled up, growling for ice and cold drinks and fresh salads and anything that could make it less hot. Greta found me around midday, when the sun was highest, and she was so excited about something that I couldn't help but get a little excited too.
She pulled my hand and was talking really really fast. She's my daughter and I love her, but when she's talking to her friends or when she's really excited, I can't understand a word she's saying. I just smiled and nodded my head, because I'm an understanding father that way. Not like some wimps I can think about.
Turns out she had found the inflatable pool thing that mama had sent last time Yuuri went to Earth. She said it would make things easier for Yuuri, since he was connected "by the plastic pictures of Snoopy!" or something like that. I sometimes can't understand what Yuuri says either.... Must teach the wimp not to slur so much!
Oh, yes, Greta. I remembered standing in the pool, and if it was filled with cold water... I guessed that would be what Greta was so excited about. A cool bath outside was a brilliant idea, and I told Greta what a smart little girl she is, and she said, of course! We're family!
She's growing up so well.
I called Dacascos and told him to blow up the pool, making very sure Anissina was nowhere near. Last thing I needed was for her to create some magic-powered pump and explode the poor thing. The maids brought drinks to where we were, and I let Dacascos stop when he started to glow red. The maids chatted with Greta, Dacascos ate the biscuits, and I had the pool completely inflated in minutes.
The thing was very light, and as I carried it outside we acquired a small following, curious people following us to see what I was about to do with the bright red and blue giant-bowl thing. I smirked when we reached the shade of a big tree, and set the pool down. Greta had run off with the maids to put on her swimming costume, and I asked Dacascos and the few guards that followed to start filling it up with water from the well. I took a pail and helped too, since it's for my daughter and I couldn't make them do that much work without helping.
When I had sent the men off with my thanks and walked back to the pool, I just had to smile. Greta was so cute, splashing in the water in her little pink suit! She waved when she saw me, and I waved back, nodding at the maids who were keeping her company. I couldn't blame them for not working; I was in a shirt and pants and I was burning, I didn't want to imagine what five dozen layers of skirts and frills felt like in this heat.
I sat and dozed under the tree before I was suddenly drenched with water. Scowling, I opened my eyes praying that the tree I was leaning against was on fire. Otherwise I'd have to kill the person who'd interrupted my nap.
Should have known it was that idiot. Honestly, just because he can't be bothered to study and work like a proper king, doesn't give him a right to completely soak me! I told him that, and he pouted and he said that it was really hot for him too, and it looked like Greta was having so much fun and I was starting to look overheated, so he thought....
The day I learn how to resist Yuuri and Greta is the day I shave off all my hair and burn it as an offering in Shinou's temple.
So that's how the rest of the day passed; we played in the water and had lunch outside. By then I had taken off my boots and pushed up my sleeves, occasionally wading in and dunking Yuuri's head in the water, much to Greta's delight. It didn't feel too hot, and when the water level was low he or I would top it off ourselves. Gunter came and swooned over MY soaked fiancé before Gisela dragged him away. Gwendal came to call Yuuri to work but our combined wet cuteness had him running away shouting for his knitting needles. Conrad walked by smiling, then the smile went crooked when Josak caught up with him.
We got Greta washed up and dried off, and put her to bed. We had a steaming hot bath, because Shinou-be-praised the night was very cool. The wimp smiled and said it was a good day, and I was too sleepy to hit him. I yawned and said yes before snuggling up under the covers.
He might have said "Goodnight Wolfram", or "I like biting lamb" but he definitely didn't complain about sleeping in the same room.
Or he might have. Even playing in a pool in the sun can not cure a wimp of his bad speaking habits.
Until my next entry,
Wolfram Von Bielefeld.
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Second entry
Dear diary: Entry 1
Hmm... after big big brother found Conrad's diary and read about Josak, I burnt my diar-... training manual and scattered the ashes in all of the fountains in the castle. If Yuuri goes to Earth through any of the fountains, my burnt evidence will follow, away from Gwendal's glare. Conrad can't look at him or me without blushing like an idiot, and that weird spy of his is winking at everyone so much it looks like a diseased twitch. Sadly, mother knew about my written companion, and kept giving me thoughtful looks after she saw how it ended. I didn't mind it much, because I was busy screaming at Yuuri for managing to be included in Conrad's diary (so was I, but I'm his brother), but then she went and told the devil woman.
Anissina.
But she did give me something useful; this metal-box-where-manuscripts-are-kept-a-secret-from-the-prying-eyes-of-men Kun can keep journal entries, and since no one else would listen, I and her are basically the only ones who know how it works. I did get confused halfway through her explanation though; I think she said this can also cure baldness or something. Forgive me Dacascos, but I got this much before I started wondering what a blue bearbee would look like.
It was a hot day yesterday, so Gunter was even more insufferable than ever. You'd think so much hair would mean he would be like any other demon and be miserable when it's hot. But no, he had to go around happily screaming how lovely the weather was when even the maids were too annoyed to gossip. I couldn't even get up and smack him when he said Yuuri sweated very prettily. I stayed in the kitchens with my jacket off and my shirtsleeves rolled up, growling for ice and cold drinks and fresh salads and anything that could make it less hot. Greta found me around midday, when the sun was highest, and she was so excited about something that I couldn't help but get a little excited too.
She pulled my hand and was talking really really fast. She's my daughter and I love her, but when she's talking to her friends or when she's really excited, I can't understand a word she's saying. I just smiled and nodded my head, because I'm an understanding father that way. Not like some wimps I can think about.
Turns out she had found the inflatable pool thing that mama had sent last time Yuuri went to Earth. She said it would make things easier for Yuuri, since he was connected "by the plastic pictures of Snoopy!" or something like that. I sometimes can't understand what Yuuri says either.... Must teach the wimp not to slur so much!
Oh, yes, Greta. I remembered standing in the pool, and if it was filled with cold water... I guessed that would be what Greta was so excited about. A cool bath outside was a brilliant idea, and I told Greta what a smart little girl she is, and she said, of course! We're family!
She's growing up so well.
I called Dacascos and told him to blow up the pool, making very sure Anissina was nowhere near. Last thing I needed was for her to create some magic-powered pump and explode the poor thing. The maids brought drinks to where we were, and I let Dacascos stop when he started to glow red. The maids chatted with Greta, Dacascos ate the biscuits, and I had the pool completely inflated in minutes.
The thing was very light, and as I carried it outside we acquired a small following, curious people following us to see what I was about to do with the bright red and blue giant-bowl thing. I smirked when we reached the shade of a big tree, and set the pool down. Greta had run off with the maids to put on her swimming costume, and I asked Dacascos and the few guards that followed to start filling it up with water from the well. I took a pail and helped too, since it's for my daughter and I couldn't make them do that much work without helping.
When I had sent the men off with my thanks and walked back to the pool, I just had to smile. Greta was so cute, splashing in the water in her little pink suit! She waved when she saw me, and I waved back, nodding at the maids who were keeping her company. I couldn't blame them for not working; I was in a shirt and pants and I was burning, I didn't want to imagine what five dozen layers of skirts and frills felt like in this heat.
I sat and dozed under the tree before I was suddenly drenched with water. Scowling, I opened my eyes praying that the tree I was leaning against was on fire. Otherwise I'd have to kill the person who'd interrupted my nap.
Should have known it was that idiot. Honestly, just because he can't be bothered to study and work like a proper king, doesn't give him a right to completely soak me! I told him that, and he pouted and he said that it was really hot for him too, and it looked like Greta was having so much fun and I was starting to look overheated, so he thought....
The day I learn how to resist Yuuri and Greta is the day I shave off all my hair and burn it as an offering in Shinou's temple.
So that's how the rest of the day passed; we played in the water and had lunch outside. By then I had taken off my boots and pushed up my sleeves, occasionally wading in and dunking Yuuri's head in the water, much to Greta's delight. It didn't feel too hot, and when the water level was low he or I would top it off ourselves. Gunter came and swooned over MY soaked fiancé before Gisela dragged him away. Gwendal came to call Yuuri to work but our combined wet cuteness had him running away shouting for his knitting needles. Conrad walked by smiling, then the smile went crooked when Josak caught up with him.
We got Greta washed up and dried off, and put her to bed. We had a steaming hot bath, because Shinou-be-praised the night was very cool. The wimp smiled and said it was a good day, and I was too sleepy to hit him. I yawned and said yes before snuggling up under the covers.
He might have said "Goodnight Wolfram", or "I like biting lamb" but he definitely didn't complain about sleeping in the same room.
Or he might have. Even playing in a pool in the sun can not cure a wimp of his bad speaking habits.
Until my next entry,
Wolfram Von Bielefeld.
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Second entry