#poor gil

I remembered something I didn't like.

Albert: Listen, Gil. I'm on your side no matter what .

Albert: I promise. I won't leave you alone. So...?

Gilbert: Really....?

Gilbert: Would you really say "Welcome home" to me if I came back from Rhodolite?

Albert: Oh, naturally. When you say, "Have a good day," you must always be greeted with a "welcome home".

There was a lot of blood in Obsidian Castle at that time.

The fierce struggle of the older brothers for the succession/emperor's throne was so cruel.

Everyone who is entitled to the throne kills everyone who gets in his way in order to gain absolute power in Obsidian.

Albert, who was three years older than me, was no stranger/unrelated to the story.

It was at this time that my mother and Albert unexpectedly suggested that I go to Rhodolite for treatment.

The poor prince, who was sickly and about to die before the succession battle, was sent out of the country in secret....

It could have been the farewell of a lifetime in a court where deaths occur every day.

Albert: It's all right, Gil. By the time you get back to this castle, hell will be over.

Albert: I will greet you with a smile, so get well soon.

Mother: I hope you make some friends along the way. Gil is often alone. //It would be nice if you could make some friends while you're at it. Gil is alone a lot.

Mother: In Rhodolite you can make friends without worrying about your status, right?

Mother: Friends are a good thing. I know there will be a lot of hard times and a lot of fun times ahead.

Mother: When you have someone to share with, your heart shines brighter every day.

Mother: But you're sweet/kind and smart, but you're afraid to make friends... Aren't you?

Gilbert: Because..... a kid who befriends me might get killed, no?

Albert: You make friends, you just have to protect them. Because Gil is talented, he can do that much.

Mother: Besides, one cannot live alone. We definitely need someone to share our worries and our joys with.

Mother: Right?

Gilbert: ....OK, I'll do my best.

Albert: This rule. Eat lots of good food. Your health depends on the food you eat.

Albert: You're too skinny. Eat more when you can eat, like I do.

Gilbert: If I do that, I wonder if I can become as strong as you, Albert.

Albert: Yes, you can. You can run every day.

Albert and my mother both smile as warmly as the sun.

So I, too, smiled.

Gilbert: I'll come back stronger.

Gilbert: See you later.

And when I returned after my recuperation period, Albert and my mother welcomed me back.

Headless, with their heads recently severed.

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Luke: Hey, what are you doing!

Luke's angry shouts push the memories of the past into the distance.

(...Oh, I just did it.)

Miss Bunny hit her back against the wall as she lunged, and I threw her off with force.

Even though it happened suddenly, I had forgotten how to adjust the force.

(But it can't be helped, can it?)

Gilbert: What, Miss Bunny was in the way.

Luke: There is a better way to protect her.

Gilbert: Protect? Why should I protect Miss Bunny, who got in my way by doing unnecessary things?

The lives of many of the people gathered at Clavis' secret evening changed on Bloodstained Rose Day.

I assumed in advance that some of them would hate Obsidian so much that they would want to bite me.

(But I never thought Miss Bunny would try to cover for me.)

(...I wonder why you're trying to hurt my prey.)

MC: Ha…. hah…

Miss Bunny repeatedly breathes painfully.

She didn't give up, as if throwing away unpleasant and uncomfortable feelings.

(Seemed to need discipline/taming here.)

*The sound of a cane* I approach, Luke protects Miss Bunny.

Luke: Stop, Gil!

Gilbert: ...Stand back.

Luke: I'll never back down!

Even Luke, who should be more accustomed to killing than Miss Bunny, could see a faint trace of sweat.

As I watched him embrace the trembling Miss Bunny, I was reminded once again that I am a big bad guy.

Luke: Why are you suddenly so angry?

Gilbert: I'm not angry. It was just an unpleasant decision/completion.

Gilbert: Or maybe I didn't notice as much.

I threw a glance at the man and the knife lying on the floor. To me, accustomed to combat, this weapon is of little importance, but to Miss Bunny it is dangerous.

Gilbert: Do you have something to say?

(I hope you realize what a foolish thing you've done.)

I bring the tip of my cane to her eyes.

The beast of trampling/conquest is such that its killing power alone can rob you of your words.

In spite of this, Miss Bunny breathes in full-throated air as if she is trying to resist and trying to get up.

(━━....... I think this is the first time I've ever gotten such a cheeky response in return to bloodlust.)

MC: .....If you refuse to engage in dialogue... that's what's going to happen.

MC: I don't think violence ....is justice...

MC: An effort must be made..... to fill any gap.

Gilbert: ......

MC: Only violence.......is what you’re good at.

MC: And that’s what..the beast truly does.

(........)

Gilbert: .....Huh?

(I see, so that's what you're thinking now.)

(It's an obvious answer, and frankly, I don't care.)

Miss Bunny shows no signs of remorse.

(I was hoping to hear her defense of her stupidity in "covering for me".)

In this state, I don't even know where to direct my bloodlust.

Luke: That's enough, Gil. You're on the side of the weak, aren't you?

Luke: What are you doing threatening MC?

Gilbert: ......

(Luke says so, but .....)

(...What if I hadn't reacted sooner and Miss Bunny got stabbed?)

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Again and again, and again, and again, I remember that scene in my dreams.

Albert and my mother were accused of giving their opinion to the emperor in order to stop the dispute over the succession to the throne.

I don't need to ask now why they tried to stop the conflict.

It was to protect the sickly prince.

It was a life that was lost to protect.

As with Miss Bunny's stupidity earlier, she does everything without being asked.

(It is impossible to forgive/allow.)

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Gilbert: ….Hmm, that’s right.

Nevertheless, the bloodlust was gone.

Any further pressure would cause breathing difficulties.

(....The bad guys don't need intervention.)

Gilbert: Of course, that wasn't like me.

Gilbert: Sorry, I got upset when Miss Bunny did that stupid thing, right?

(Don't betray me, even you, my "friend".)

(I'm the only one allowed to kill my prey [you].)

Even after my bloodlust had passed, Miss Bunny kept shaking. Luke picks her up, and she disappears from the hall.

I never once made eye contact with Miss Bunny during that time.

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