The Dai Shimaron Patriot

Summary: A captive half-demon soldier is brought before King Belar, challenging his claim to the throne of Dai Shimaron. Belar takes Sir Weller under his wing, but who is using who? Takes place between episodes 27 and 41. Belar POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou or its characters.

Warnings: Dub-con, sexual themes, same sort of violence seen in the anime/manga/novel.

A/N: You all likely know how the story begins, and how it ends. This is my take on what happens in the middle. This originally started as a crack pairing, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that it actually works quite well.

Chapter 1: King Belar Sits on his Throne

In the land of Dai Shimaron, in the grand palace at the capital city, in a grand hallway adorned in royal splendor, King Belar sat on his throne.

This was his favorite place to be, day in and day out. He sat hunched over, a crooked smile on his crooked face, the self-styled most powerful man in the world, king of the most powerful country in said world. It was here that he could show his grandiosity, his might. On his throne he was a god. He controlled his peons, sending them scattering to-and-fro across the globe to fulfill his desires. They obeyed him quietly, not a peep of dissent, not a look of abhorrence. They were his people, and the most important thing about his people was that they were his.

The kingship had been passed down to him from his father, to his father from his father's father, and so on, back as far as anyone could remember. Each one carried the name Belar, not Belar the Fourth or Belar the Tenth, just Belar. And so the children grew up knowing only King Belar, and died knowing only King Belar.

Over the years Dai Shimaron's power grew, so the people didn't think about this too much. Belar was a good king, because he treated the citizens of his country well. Of course, he prospered by exploiting the people of other countries, but that was a small matter.

On this day in Dai Shimaron, in the grand palace built with captive half-demon hands in the grand hall decorated by slave labor from Sverella, King Belar sat on his throne.

He was having a good day. He had received word that one of the four powerful boxes, The End of the Land, was hidden in Caloria but would soon be his. He had bought the loyalty of Caloria years ago when he had granted that country protection in exchange for something called the Wincott poison, and they would be unable to refuse his request. He would then have obtained two of the boxes, enough to bring more countries under his control through threat of destruction. So things were going quite well for King Belar.

"Your Majesty," his thoughts were interrupted by a messenger from the outskirts of the country.

"What is it now?" Belar asked impatiently, hoping for news on The End of the Land.

"We have captured a demon from Shin Makoku… he insists on speaking with you."

"What right does someone from that country have to see me? Let him rot in prison with the rest."

"He claims to be a member of the Weller family, Your Majesty."

Belar sat up. "A member of the Weller family? And you captured him? Are you serious?"

"That's what he says, Your Majesty. He claims that he has the right to the throne of Dai Shimaron and is ready to challenge you for it." Belar frowned. Of course, it wouldn't be that simple. No Weller would just submit to him. But still, if it turned out that this person was a key to one of the boxes, it was important that he be kept close. He could be used as a weapon.

"Bring him in, I'll hear what he has to say." Belar slouched down once again. The messenger bowed and left.

The door to the grand hall soon opened. There stood a man flanked by two guards, a good head taller than either of them. A lock of brown hair fell between his eyes unceremoniously. The sleeve of the left arm of his coat was oddly missing, and there were large spots of blood staining his uniform. He looked dirty and worn, but despite this he held himself high and proud, like a mighty warrior, unafraid of his situation or the soldiers that held a sword to his back. He strode forward confidently, and kneeled down before the throne where Belar sat.

"Who are you, and what gives you the right to speak to me?" asked the king.

The soldier raised his head and looked into Belar's eyes before rising.

"My names is Sir Conrart Weller, formerly of Shin Makoku, son of Danhiri Weller, who was also from this country. I am here to challenge your right to the throne on behalf of the Weller family."

King Belar scowled. "We have ruled this country for centuries," he said, "My father was king as was his father before him. You have no such claim."

"Centuries ago, your ancestor took the country by force from the Weller family. You have yet to atone for this. As the last living member of this family, it is my duty to seek restitution, and justice."

"So you are indeed the last of your family? What is to stop me from killing you on the spot and ending this lunacy here and now?" Belar was bluffing. He could not allow Sir Weller to know of his value to Dai Shimaron, else he use it as leverage to receive more power. His ancestor had cut off his own arm to get rid of the key, and Belar feared that this man would do the same.

Sir Weller's eyes narrowed and he smiled.

"My arm," said he.

Belar recoiled. Did he know that his arm was the key to the box?

Sir Weller raised his right arm, the one whose sleeve was still intact and bloodless.

"I am the greatest swordsman in Shin Makoku. I have fought in many wars and seen many battles. No one has proven to be a match for me. Dai Shimaron would be a stronger country with me fighting for it rather than against it." Belar sighed, relieved. The young man was a fool, not knowing his own worth but brazenly leaning on his own skills as a soldier.

"But why a sudden change of heart?" asked Belar, "If you have lived in Shin Makoku so long, and fought on their side, why do you wish to fight for me?"

Sir Weller's smile faded.

"It is true that I have fought for many years for Shin Makoku," he began, "It is, after all, my mother's country. However, despite this, I was not treated well in that country. They do not value the lives of half-demons such as I. I am treated as scum, lower than dirt. In the wars, they sought to get rid of me simply because of my parentage. I managed to survive, but I have never forgotten my treatment at the hands of the demons. My father, a human, often brought me to this beautiful country, which he always regarded as his home. He instilled in me a deep love for Dai Shimaron. I have waited all my life for the opportunity to present myself to you and renounce my loyalty to Shin Makoku. The time has come. If you wish to throw that away and slaughter me where I stand, then at least I die where I belong." The haughtiness in his eyes had disappeared, and he looked soft, almost wistful.

Belar leaned back and smiled. He had this fool where he wanted him, begging to be of service to Dai Shimaron. He would be of more use than he knew.

"I suppose I may give you a chance to prove your loyalty," said Belar. "I will recognize your right to the throne. However, my own right is superior to yours as King Belar, and I will not step down. That being said..." his eyes narrowed and his smile widened, "If you were to prove your loyalty to me and to Dai Shimaron, there could be great rewards in it for you."

Sir Weller looked at him suspiciously. "Such as?"

"I have yet to produce an heir, and I need someone who I can trust by my side in his place. If you do as I say and use your arm for this country whole-heartedly… you could one day inherit the throne of Dai Shimaron." Belar, of course, had no intention of giving the throne to Sir Weller. The most important thing was to string him along so that his arm was nearby. Once the time came to use his arm he would cast Sir Weller out like garbage and end his wretched family line.

Sir Weller seemed to be considering his request.

"If it is loyalty you want, then you shall have it," he said. Belar reached out his hand. Sir Weller slowly approached, then kneeled down and kissed it. Then he looked up at Belar with piercing eyes.

"The Weller family is known for their loyalty," said he, "You will not be disappointed." Then he rose and strode from the grand hall. Belar sat on his throne, deep in thought.