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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗘𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 + 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

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Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

It has been a while since I started living in Obsidian, but there is still a lot I don't know about Gilbert.

For example—

Gilbert: "… And then, what did you just say?"

Obsidian nobleman: "I'm... sorry... sir."

Gilbert: "Forget the apology, just say it again… okay?"

(... I didn't know...)

A bullet pierces the wall of the castle.

It passed by a nobleman who had been summoned by Gilbert to make a report,

It was emitted from the pitch-black cane that he usually carried around.

(I knew it wasn't a normal cane because it was strangely heavy, but I didn't realize it was a gun.)

The end of the cane was a cap, and when the cap was removed, the barrel of the gun was revealed.

The handle has been replaced by a trigger, and you can put your finger on it.

Gilbert: "You've got to tell me something soon, I'm not that patient myself."

Obsidian nobleman: "… We have been… illegally exploiting… the collection of… taxes."

Gilbert: "I agree. That's what the report says."

Gilbert: "It looks like you were collecting three times the normal tax and putting a lot of money in your pocket."

Gilbert: "Did you think I couldn't see you just because you're in a rural area? Ahaha, you're so naïve."

Gilbert: "The spies I raised are scattered everywhere. We are constantly doing spot checks."

Gilbert: "You let your guard down, didn't you?"

Obsidian nobleman: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

(Obsidian is a land of deceit and corruption... The center seems to be mitigating that, but not the provinces.)

Not all of the vast Obsidian territory is healthy, according to Gilbert,

The further away from the center, the deeper the corruption remains.

(… Gilbert had arranged for weapons to reach all exploited people in anticipation of his death.)

(But now that the Emperor is alive, there is no need for that yet.)

(… This is how Gilbert had to become a "Trampling Beast".)

Gilbert: "That's just it, little rabbit. What's the one thing I hate the most?"

Suddenly, I am asked to speak, and I straighten my back.

Emma: "… Lies." // "… A liar."

Gilbert: "Yes, I hate liars. I'll tell you how much I hate it—"

Gilbert changed his bloodlust into a smile, putting strength at his fingertips…

Emma: "Please wait!"

Without hesitation, I grabbed his hand tightly.

Gilbert: "What's wrong?"

Emma: "… The Earl seems to be very sorry for what he did."

Emma: "Isn't it an act of excessive authority to even take a life?"

Gilbert: "You're so naïve. This kind of person who can only think of himself will do the same thing over and over again."

Emma: "Then why not punish him in a way that he won't repeat it?"

Emma: "It's too short-sighted to take life for anything."

Gilbert: "Hmmm...?"

Gilbert's red eye does not smile, and I gasp.

The Emperor has no mercy on me, even though I am his lover.

(I feel like I'm being tested every time.)

Gilbert: "Then will you take responsibility for his rectification?"

Emma: "Rectification…?"

Gilbert: "I'll throw him in jail for a while, and if you reform him during that time, I'll consider letting him live."

Emma: "Please do so!"

(… Maybe he was planning to do this all along.)

Otherwise, he would not have dared to have me, who hates killing people, in his presence.

Lately, Gilbert has been trying to trust me to do things my way.

It may be a convenient interpretation, though,

As a matter of fact, I was glad to see that people were listening to me more than before.

Gilbert: "… I don't like it."

For some reason, however, his neat face is distorted into a grim expression.

Emma: "Gilbert, you suggested..."

Gilbert: "Yes, but I can't believe you would willingly take the opportunity to talk to a man other than me."

Emma: "… I can't talk to anyone when you say that."

Gilbert: "That's a good idea." // "That would be nice."

(Not good, not good...)

Emma: "Gilbert, you are different from the rest of them."

Gilbert: "I can say as many words as I want."

(... It's getting troublesome again.)

Gilbert approaches me while ignoring the frightened and trembling nobleman.

He was no longer interested in the Earl, and his target was narrowed down to me.

He lifts his chin and gives me a big smile.

Now that we have been together longer, I know what he wants from me.

(... I don't have a choice. People's lives are at stake.)

I close my eyes in the shame of being in front of others and kiss his cold lips.

Emma: "… I only do this to you, Gilbert."

Gilbert: "Hehe… Well done."

(Ah... the bloodlust has disappeared.)

Gilbert, smiling with satisfaction, kisses me back as well.

He then put his gun away in his cane in front of the nobleman who had been left behind.

Gilbert: "Good for you. She saved your life."

Obsidian nobleman: "… Thank you very much. Thank you."

Gilbert: "Yeah, yeah. Don't ever forget that gratitude, okay? Your life is in the palm of her hand."

(Sometimes… I wonder if Gilbert is threatening me to win over my allies.)

(… You may not like me, but you don't let me be…)

The kind of malice had changed from when I was at Rhodolite, and that was somewhat sad.

Gilbert: "Take him away."

Roderich: "… Yes sir."

Roderich, who had been waiting by the wall, drags the staggering man, gasping for breath, out of the room.

The tension that had dominated the room finally dissipated into a mist.

Emma: "… You can't be that mean."

Gilbert: "It's love, love."

(I feel like I should protest...)

Whenever I see Gilbert looking so happy with just one kiss, I can't say anything.

(... I'm pretty much the same way.)

I cleared my throat and blew away the embarrassment that was clearly out of place.

Emma: "And by the way, that cane... it was a gun."

Gilbert: "Do you want me to make one for you?"

Emma: "No, I don't need it."

Gilbert: "Eh, you're cold..."

Emma: "I don't need a gun, but... like that cane, there's still a lot I don't know about you."

(… And the best example of that is, of course—)

I stare at Gilbert's face.

Although I have lived at Obsidian for a fair amount of time now, I have yet to see beneath Gilbert's eye patch even once.

I wonder if there is a scar under the black eye patch or if there is another reason.

I had avoided asking until now, thinking it might be a topic I shouldn't touch, but Gilbert seemed to see right through my thoughts.

Gilbert: "… Are you curious?"

Emma: "Very..."

Gilbert: "I can tell you."

Emma: "Are you sure?"

(That’s surprisingly easy—)

Gilbert: "However..."

Gilbert hugs my waist and puts a bewitching smile on his lips.

Gilbert: "At night, on the bed...?"

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After Walter diagnosed that Gilbert was doing well after the surgery, he began to bring me into his bed more often.

At first it was just light kissing and sleeping, but then the clouds began to lift...

Gilbert: "Well, what do you do when you get in bed?"

Now there are more days when a kiss is not enough to get him to forgive me.

Emma: "… I'm embarrassed every time." // "… It's embarrassing every time."

Gilbert: "I just want to see you embarrassed."

(Really, I've never seen anyone as bad as Gilbert.)

Smiling, Gilbert sits on the bed and looks at me.

I wanted to cry at the look that was not going to be turned away at all, but I emptied my mind and dropped my negligee on the floor.

Gilbert shakes his head as I am reduced to a thin piece of cloth.

Apparently, I have to take it all off to get under the eye patch.

Gilbert: "Take it off, or I will take it off anyway, right?"

Emma: "… It might be less embarrassing if you took off your clothes."

Gilbert: "I doubt that."

(…?)

I was beckoned to come closer, and Gilbert stood up and mercilessly stripped me down to my underwear.

(Uwaaa!)

I quickly crouch down on the ground to cover my body.

My whole body was burning because I was not prepared for it.

Gilbert: "You're embarrassed when I undress you."

Emma: "… It was so sudden…"

Emma: "Anyway… Why am I always the only one naked—"

Gilbert: "What, you want to see me naked? No, Little Bunny, you're shameless."

Emma: "Which one of us is the shameless one!?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm only going to make love to you, okay?" // "Ahaha, I'm only naughty for you, okay?"

(… I am not pleased. This is exactly what Gilbert wants.)

Laughing, Gilbert picks me up and rolls me onto the bed.

When I got down on my back and hid my body, his tongue crawled on my back.

Gilbert: "Turn around, Emma." // "Look at me, Emma."

Emma: "… I don't want to."

Gilbert: "Then I won't take off my eye patch either."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "In the first place, if you look that way, you won't be able to see me, right?"

(It's all about the end result…)

I was kissed repeatedly on the back and occasionally bitten sweetly.

The frustration gradually outweighs the embarrassment of being naked.

(… I want to see what's under his eye patch…)

(I want to know the Gilbert I don't know.)

When the rain of kisses stopped, I made up my mind and turned my body up...

Gilbert: "Ah, finally our eyes met."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

He has a beautiful ultramarine eye that I cannot help but admire.

Emma: "… It’s blue…"

Gilbert: "I was born with it. It's my complex."

Emma: "Why? It's so beautiful."

(Red and blue... I've never seen one with such a distinctly different eye color.)

Unlike red, the color of blood that seems to destroy everything, blue is gentle and full of affection.

My impression of Gilbert changed drastically from the right side to the left side.

Emma: "I love it."

Gilbert: "You may love it, but I will never love it."

(If you're going to go that far, there's something traumatic—)

Gilbert: "I mean, don't I look like a baby?" // "I mean, don't I look like a child?" // "I mean, don't I have a baby face?"

Emma: "…… Huh?"

I just couldn't keep my voice straight.

Emma: "It kind of… makes you look younger when you have both eyes showing…"

Gilbert: "I feel like it's more appropriate for my age if I hide it with an eye patch. I don't know."

(Oh, the reason is more than I thought.)

(… It’s sincere...)

I instantly turned my face away, but it was too late.

Gilbert: "… You smiled just now."

Emma: "N-No… I'm not smiling."

Gilbert: "I hate lies."

Emma: "Ah... nnh—"

Gilbert puts his fingers in between my legs with a look that makes me wonder if he's disapproving or amused.

Emma: "Don't…"

The cold fingers caressed my sensitive spot, and gradually, an obscene sound of whimpering and moaning assaulted my eardrums.

Gilbert: "Oh, I haven't even touched you that much yet—"

Emma: "… I-Is that really the only reason… for the eye patch?"

I forcibly interrupt the words that incite shame and then go further. // I forcibly interrupt the words that incite shame, and he goes more deeply. **

Gilbert: "No? There are other reasons, but you don't need to know them."

Gilbert: "Because it's no longer necessary."

(What does that mean—…)

Emma: "Ahh… mmm…"

Fingers penetrate deep into my body, and my hips lift.

I didn't have the time to ask the questions that came to mind.

Gilbert: "Hehe… Since I told you a secret, I deserve something in return."

Emma: "… W-wait—"

Gilbert: "Hey, you're not going to try to run away from me, are you...?"

I tried to escape, but Gilbert was expertly holding me down,

Without a moment to catch my breath, I had no choice but to take the stimulation given to me in stride.

(… I feel like… I'm being trampled…)

Eventually, his cold fingers and the heat in my body assimilate and become one.

No matter how many times I shuddered, he wouldn't let go, and the feeling of wetness was uncomfortable.

(A heat... in my belly...)

When I grabbed the black shirt, saying I couldn't do it anymore, the eyes of different colors responded in different ways.

It is really strange because the red one looks mean and the blue one looks like it is smiling gently.

Gilbert: "By the way, there's a lot more I haven't told you."

Gilbert: "I'm actually writing a book…"

(… Huh.)

Gilbert: "I've been drawing designs for the dress I gave you…"

(Eh…)

Gilbert: "Oh, and then..."

Gilbert suddenly remembers and pulls something shiny out of his pants pocket.

It was an insignia of King Chevalier with a white tiger emblem.

(When did you...!)

Gilbert: "This is terrible."

Gilbert: "I can't believe you have a man like me and yet you have something that belongs to another man."

Emma: "It doesn't mean anything strange!?"

Gilbert: "For you, maybe."

Gilbert: "But it's Chevalier's way of harassing me."

Emma: "I don't think—"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Chevalier: "There will come a day when you can use it if you want to establish a friendly relationship with Rhodolite."

Chevalier: "… Besides, I want to get revenge for being pushed around by Eyepatch, too."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

(… It might have, it might happen.)

Gilbert: "I'm jealous."

The moment the villain turned up the corner of his mouth with a smirk, my body was penetrated all of a sudden.

Emma: "Ahh—ahhhh…"

Without a shred of gentleness, he roughly gouges the heat out of my stomach. // Without a shred of gentleness, he roughly and violently hollows out the heat in my stomach.

My vision flashed, and my breathing became violently erratic.

Gilbert: "All you need to worry about is me…"

Gilbert: "The mere sight of another man makes me want to kill him, okay?"

(… It's more of… a threat than jealousy…)

Gilbert's "like" is dominance. // Gilbert's "love" is dominance.

Domination was an expression of his affection, and perhaps that has not changed.

(But... he doesn't take away my freedom, and he respects my heart.)

The occasional contradiction between what he says and what he does is evidence that he is wavering between beast and man.

My nails dig into Gilbert's perilously unstable back. // I dig my nails dangerously into Gilbert's back. **

My body heaved more, and I felt a tingle in the pit of my stomach.

(Gilbert now has… a human side as well…)

(So, I—...)

I let go of the violent pleasure with my breath, so much so that it almost took away my sense of consciousness.

Emma: "Just a little bit more... Please trust me."

Emma: "… I will never, ever betray you."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Emma: "… What is this "betrayal" you speak of, Prince Gilbert?"

Gilbert: "Well…"

Gilbert: "That you are no longer you."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

(I'm… staying me.)

No matter how many more secrets about Gilbert I learn in the future,

I know that his underlying wounded heart is filled with love for others.

Gilbert: "I see..."

A pair of flickering eyes covered my vision, and my lips were sealed.

His lips, which are usually cold, are now so hot that they almost burn.

Gilbert: "I'm troublesome, difficult, and tough, but do your best...?"

The reply was charmingly lost.

(—I wonder if he's aware of that.)

Just as there are things I don't know about Gilbert, there are things he seems unaware of as well.

(Someday, I'd love to teach you.) // (Someday, I want to tell you.)

(Why I love you, even if you're mean, even if you threaten me…)

Gilbert, who does evil things to me without seeming to take offense...

He always had sincere love in his eyes——

𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿:

To my beloved Little Bunny // To my darling little rabbit

I thought it was a good idea to lock up the little rabbit, but I guess not. I need to think of other ways to love you… If you have any good ideas, could you write me a letter? I will seek a compromise with your input as well.

Come to think of it, there's been a lot of talk about letters since I came to Obsidian. Before, I couldn't write anything without a question from you, but now it seems that's not the case. I have so much I want to tell you and share with you. I wonder... I haven't wanted to write a letter to someone like this since I was a child.

I used to love to write letters. Since I am frail and have spent most of my life in bed, letters are the only thing that connect me to the outside world. There were also a few friends who I never met face-to-face, only through our exchange of letters… My brothers, mother, and friends all taught me so much, and it was something I looked forward to every day.

I stopped doing any of those things when I became a beast… Hey, Emma. Write to me when you have time again. I'll keep writing to you too.

Oh, and by the way, you have no right to refuse this. Write a letter, or be forced to write one. You have a choice between those two options...?

Gilbert von Obsidian

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟱 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

The crimes of the Obsidian royal family are heavy,

Even if we accumulate many good deeds from now on, we will not be able to redeem them.

I never intended to buy it in the first place. Evil was going to remain evil and scatter gracefully.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Gilbert: "… Do you love me that much?"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Until I saw "that face" in a dance hall, where I rarely set foot,

(In the end, bad luck, or whatever you call it...)

I've had a bomb in my body since childhood, and the success rate of treatment to remove it was supposed to be extremely low.

On top of that, I was supposed to have deteriorated to the point where I was told I had a short life expectancy, yet here I am, alive.

(... I can't say I'm in great shape.)

My breathing is more difficult with only light exercise than before.

Still, the pain that I had been dealing with through deceit and manipulation was much lessened.

(… It was.)

I hide behind a pillar, regulating my ragged breath.

Back at Obsidian Castle, the little rabbit was crying alone in the laboratory.

The letter in her hand lets her know that she has fallen into a villain's trap.

(Poor thing. It's no fun to just greet the little rabbit, so I played a prank on her...)

(I never thought you would cry like that.)

I am not a noble person who can make you shed tears, even if I am wrong.

If she mourns the death of a villain, she should be overwhelmed by the grief of being killed by a trampling beast.

(But unfortunately, I don't have a guilty conscience.)

(I've never once thought I did anything wrong, you know...)

I approach the little rabbit with my hood pulled over my eyes.

I definitely see myself as Roderich now.

Gilbert: "Did you find anything?"

When I imitate his voice and ask her a question, the little rabbit holds out a crumpled letter.

Gilbert: "… I see."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Would you… like me to become Lord Gilbert myself?"

(... Actually, I wanted to ask her.)

(Do you want me, or do you want anyone who looks like me?)

A man who had lived his whole life without believing in love did not stop to smile bitterly at how troublesome this kind of thing was.

Gilbert: "I may start out as a different person, but if I keep acting like him, I could become the real thing."

Gilbert: "From now on, I will spend more time with you than with Lord Gilbert."

Gilbert: "If so… the replacement of one person for another will still be a fresh wound."

Gilbert: "I will act perfectly. That's why I've been there for you all along." **

The little rabbit, who thinks completely that I'm Roderich, shakes her head repeatedly.

Emma: "… You may look alike… but you're not the same person."

Emma: "I… fell… in love… with Gilbert..."

Emma: "Even if he's gone..."

Emma: "I'm sure I'll never... ever... even be able to give up his heart..."

Emma: "I think I will… continue to have my first and last love." // "I think… I'm going to keep falling in love for the first and last time."

(. . . . . .)

For the first time, I thought people's crying faces were beautiful.

(...I see.)

(I see...)

I cupped her wet cheeks in my palms and wiped away the spilled tears.

(You love me, you really love me.)

(… You're an idiot.)

Emma: "… It's cold..."

(Oh, she noticed me.)

Gilbert: "But it's nice, isn't it?"

The little rabbit's eyes widened in surprise.

I was amused at how quickly I switched from one to the other, and I chuckled, then took off my hood.

Gilbert: "Surprised?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "I wanted to see the little rabbit crying her eyes out."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "But it's your fault for not reading the letter to the end."

Gilbert: "Didn't it say, 'I'm out of the office right now, but I'll be right back'?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Well, I thought you would get the wrong idea just reading the beginning."

(No, I'm terrible.)

(You're a real idiot to fall in love with a man like me.)

Gilbert: "But still, you look terrible... Hehe, you must have been so sad."

She still can't believe it, and her hand is outstretched.

When I grasped her hand tightly, her clear eyes became brighter, like jewels.

Emma: "… I missed you."

Emma: "I... missed you so much..."

(… Now, for the first time in my life, I feel guilty.)

Gilbert: "… I thought Little Bunny would get angry and say, "Don't do something that's not a joke!"

Emma: "… You wanted to make me angry."

Gilbert: "Yeah, you're cute when you're angry."

Gilbert: "But you are even prettier when you honestly say you missed me."

Gilbert: "I'm lucky to be alive."

When I dared to make a cheerful voice to blow away the gloomy atmosphere of the place,

The little rabbit's expression softened at last.

Emma: "... Your body..."

Gilbert: "They cut me open and did this and that directly to me, so..."

Emma: "!?"

Gilbert: "Ah, surgery isn't mainstream at Rhodolite yet."

Gilbert: "There's been a lot of research in Obsidian in recent years. That there are treatments like that."

(Medical tower specialists, including Walter, have been researching this for years, and I sometimes give my opinion...)

(That's how we built Obsidian's healthcare today.)

We take pride in being far more advanced than other countries.

It is one of the few things that Obsidian can be proud of.

(I'm sure this will eventually become a diplomatic card too... though unlike weapons, it's not something I'm willing to give away.)

Gilbert: "I'm not in the best of shape, to be honest. I tried my best when I heard Little Bunny had returned, but..."

Emma: "… Don't strain yourself, let's go to your room."

Gilbert: "No. When I go back to my room, Walter comes in on a regular basis."

Gilbert: "I forced him to go to the medical tower today, but it's time for him to come back…"

Gilbert: "I'd like to have a little more time alone with Little Bunny."

With what I just said, she realized that the whole thing was a set-up trap.

A dumbfounded smile appears on the face of the little rabbit.

Emma: "... I hope you are cured of your illness."

(She's not mad at me for tricking her.)

(Frankly, if I live, it's going to interfere with a lot of plans—)

(Well, I'm happy, and the little rabbit seems happy, too.)

Like a villain, I decided to surrender myself to my convenient feelings for today.

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—The first thing I wanted to do when the little rabbit came back was have an unveiling party.

I have been treating her as a guest of Obsidian until now,

I was merciful enough to let her return to Rhodolite at any time, but I don't need that kind of consideration anymore.

(I decided to tie her to the throne so she couldn't go anywhere and keep her by my side forever.)

It would have been impossible to welcome a woman of unknown background to the imperial family, but,

With the "royal family" on the verge of collapse, I can do whatever I want.

(Besides, I'll destroy the concept of the royal family. …Whether I'll die then is another thing to worry about.)

Emma: "… Gilbert."

When the assembled soldiers dispersed and left us alone together,

The little rabbit on the throne opened her mouth fearfully.

Gilbert: "What is it?"

Emma: "Well..."

Emma: "I feel like a lot of things have been skipped over."

Gilbert: "Yeah, for example?"

Emma: "Even though I lied, we weren't even lovers in the first place."

Gilbert: "I know. We're friends."

Emma: "... But I don't think my friends would kiss me like that either."

Gilbert: "What kind of kiss is that?"

Emma: "Uh... I'll omit it."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, that's the first."

Emma: "Anyway! We weren't even lovers, and now suddenly there's an atmosphere of marriage…" // "Anyway! Even though we weren't even lovers, the atmosphere is that we suddenly got married…" **

Emma: "I'm not sure if my mind can keep up with all of this, but I don't think that being an empress is something for an ignorant woman to take on..."

Gilbert: "Don't worry. The hard stuff will be done by the various specialists, and I'll do the smart work myself."

I've been making steady preparations so that I don't have to worry when I'm gone.

Now Obsidian is able to turn without the worst of the emperor.

Gilbert: "All you have to do is make a "humane" decision. Easy, isn't it?"

(The people who can't do that are the Obsidian royalty, including myself... but not you.)

I was genuinely interested in what kind of judgment the little rabbit, who grew up in a place unrelated to power, would make when she took the throne. // I was genuinely curious to see how the innocent little rabbit, who had grown up in a place with no connection to authority, would make decisions once she took her place on the throne.

Gilbert: "And then there's the matter of the mind not being able to keep up? That's okay, too."

Gilbert: "We'll just have a lot of flirting from now on."

Emma: "... So, I'm your lover, is that it?"

Gilbert: "Well..."

(Actually... there's something I've been meaning to give you when you get back.)

I put my hand behind my back and pulled out a bouquet of roses that I had hidden in a blind spot—

Gilbert: "My feelings."

Emma: "Gilbert's..."

When I was a child, I once saw a man and woman proposing to each other by handing them a bouquet of roses in the streets of Rhodolite.

I later learned from a friend that it was a common method of confession in the Land of Roses.

(I heard that rose originally had a meaning like "love"...)

What I insisted on were not red, yellow, or white, but black roses.

Gilbert: "You are mine."

Emma: "…!"

Gilbert: "That's what it means."

(And I was also told that it is the color of "undying love.")

In fact, it would have been more like a confession if I had told her that one,

But I thought it would not suit a villain, so I tucked it away in my heart.

Gilbert: "I like and hate beautiful things."

Gilbert: "I have to worry about it getting dirty."

Gilbert: "Then it would be better if I were to dye you black from the very beginning."

Emma: "… It's already pitch black, myself."

Emma: "It's so black, I can't even face Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "But you're still beautiful."

(Wearing a black dress, receiving a black rose, and loving a villain in pitch black…) // (Although she is wearing a black dress, being offered a black rose, and loving a villain who is supposed to be pitch-black…)

She herself says that she was "dyed black", so I did not dare to deny it, but even if she was dyed black, she was still pure white.

Gilbert: "You... are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

(It is dirty and smudges, but does not stain.) // (You can get dirty, but you can't get stained.) **

(I did a lot of mean things, and you didn't change a thing.)

(You didn't betray me.)

Gilbert: "That's why I wanted you."

Gilbert: "No matter how much you want to get dirty, you are the one who never gets dirty."

With the sun behind me, I lift the corners of my mouth.

Gilbert: "It doesn't matter if you like me or hate me."

Gilbert: "A villain tramples over and dominates what he likes and makes it his own. …I won't let you escape, okay?"

It's a terribly selfish statement, but the little rabbit smiles happily.

(Really, you're losing your mind...) // (I'm really out of my mind...)

I kiss the little rabbit, who accepts the black rose just to touch it.

Emma: "Gilbert…"

I was in a good mood and kept pecking her, and then she called my name.

Emma: "What do you think is the essence of a person?"

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

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Gilbert: "But you know what I think? No matter how beautiful your heart is, the essence of a person is "false love"." // "But I think, no matter how beautiful the heart is, the essence of a person is false love."

Gilbert: "Piling up ugly lies and acting as if there is love. When, in fact, there is no such thing."

Gilbert: "Even your beautiful heart is only a trick."

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(Well...)

Gilbert: "... All the ones I've loved are dead."

Gilbert: "They told me they loved me, and then they died."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "I have nothing but hatred for those with beautiful hearts who think of others. I still doubt you."

Gilbert: "Where's the love in that act of leaving me alone with a terrible lie?"

(Even though, of course, the rotten ones have no love...)

(... Even the two people who betrayed me for me didn't want to admit that it was love.)

Love for me is a being that does not give me "loneliness."