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queen-dahlia · 4 months

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𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦

"𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿"

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

// : alternate translation

The final dinner of the year finally came to a close.

The main character is a gluttonous prince.

The dinner party, which began in the kitchen in the morning with an extraordinary amount of food, was a success,

Before we even get to the main course, there's a disconcerting turn of events一

Gilbert: "I'm hungry."

Clavis: "Lord Gilbert, what were you doing a few seconds ago?"

Gilbert: "I was eating the food that the little bunny had cooked for me."

Clavis: "And?"

Gilbert: "I'm hungry."

Licht: "It's abnormal."

Clavis: "It must have been absorbed into another space, not the stomach. Next time I'll refer you to a good doctor."

Gilbert: "Thanks for your concern."

Gilbert: "Waiter, bring me more food."

Licht: "It's impossible."

Clavis: "Emma is not a superhuman. She's working hard to finish a dish for you."

Gilbert: "You don't have to elaborate that much, though."

Gilbert: "In general, it's a terrible miscalculation not to have the little bunny at the dinner party."

Clavis: "You have us instead."

Gilbert: "Do you really think you can take the place of the little bunny?"

Licht: "I'm... offended by the way you said that."

Clavis: "Well, well, well. I'm just the entertainment guy for when the guests are bored. You're up, Yves, Luke."

Yves: "We've been playing this for a while now!?"

Luke: "Don't you hear the violin and the harpsichord? Listen."

Gilbert: "Thank you for your wonderful performance, but I got bored."

Yves & Luke: "Can I go back now?" | "Can I go now?"

Clavis: "Wait a minute, boys, it's not fair to expect Emma to take on this beast by herself..."

Clavis: "Besides, I've already set up traps to prevent you from escaping from this room."

Clavis: "If that's okay with you, you can go back. Hahaha!"

Luke: "Screw you."

Clavis: "But I am at a loss. Lord Gilbert seems to want other pleasures."

Clavis: "I have no choice. I guess this is my moment to show off."

Gilbert: "Oh, yeah!"

Clavis: "Can you at least hear me out?"

Gilbert: "I've got a good idea."

Luke: "I don’t think there’s any proof that your good ideas were good things." **

Yves: "Lord Gilbert, where are you going?"

Gilbert: "Of course, I'll go to the little bunny."

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Emma: "一So, what brings you all to the kitchen?"

Emma: "And as for Prince Gilbert, he had a knife and fork in his hand."

Licht: "I don't suppose you're going to... eat every last bit of the finished product?"

Gilbert: "Correct."

Licht: "That's gruesome." // "That's pungent." **

Gilbert: "If we eat here, the waiters won't have to carry the food, and you can watch the little bunny, right?"

Gilbert: "It's good for everyone."

Yves: "The pressure on Emma is not half as great as it should be..."

Gilbert: "I'm surprised so many of them haven't been brought in yet."

Emma: "It's not ready yet! All the seasoning and decorations are incomplete一"

Gilbert: "Well, I'll have some."

Emma: "Aaaahh!? Seriously, Prince Gilbert, don't eat it!"

Clavis: "It's not good. If the Appetite Monster comes into its own, all the food and ingredients in this place will be lost."

Emma: "Please, please stop!"

Licht: "I get it."

Yves: "Whoaaaaah! Licht, don't pull out your sword! Your big brother won't allow you to stop him like that!"

Luke: "Then I'll hit him一"

Yves: "Are you crazy? We're dealing with a prince of a great nation! There's going to be a war!"

Clavis: "Well, then, I guess my一"

Emma: "Please don't do that!"

Clavis: "… Why can't people just let me say it all?"

Gilbert: "Mmm... it's delicious."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert... that's not… in good taste."

Emma: "... I've made it this far, but it's terrible."

Yves: "Emma... I know how you feel. The pain of having a delicious meal ruined in the process..."

Yves: "I get screwed over by Jin and Leon from time to time, so I know what it's like."

Licht: "… That's right."

Luke: "To see Emma so devastated and you keep eating, that's not human behavior."

Clavis: "He's a monster."

Luke: "… All right, Clavis, Licht. Gather all the ingredients in the kitchen."

Licht: "Why?"

Luke: "While you stall for time with the ingredients, Yves and I will help Emma finish up."

Luke: "Otherwise, Emma will go through the year with a lot of regret."

Emma: "Luke…"

Yves: "I agree. It's too early to give up!"

Licht: "Understood. Let’s do it, Clavis."

Clavis: "I agree. We need to get rid of the monster and bring in a happy new year for everyone."

Luke: "Hey, I brought you some food."

Luke: "You should be thankful that I put a bear and honey on the base that Emma was building." // "You should be grateful that I put the bear and the honeycomb on the foundation that Emma was building."

Gilbert: "Yes, yes, thank you."

Clavis: "Phew, I got one for you too."

Yves: "Hey, isn't Clavis in charge of the ingredients?"

Clavis: "I'm not going to be able to do everything I'm capable of if I'm just carrying food."

Clavis: "So I decided to switch to helping Emma in the middle of the process."

Licht: "… Unnecessary." **

Clavis: "Look at this adorable tiger, Emma was working on it, and I finished it?" // "Look at this adorable tiger! I finished what Emma was partially working on?"

Emma: "Ah! When did you...?"

Yves: "Is there something hanging out of that tiger's mouth?"

Clavis: "It's a delicious sauce."

Licht: "What's that stuck in its head?"

Clavis: "It's just a decoration."

Licht: "… With a high murderous intent…"

Gilbert: "Leave it for me, I'll eat it later."

Yves: "… I honestly respect Lord Gilbert for not being intimidated by the food arranged by Clavis."

Gilbert: "And by the way, little bunny, you really are a genius."

Gilbert: "The food here is good, and it's cute."

Gilbert: "Hey, how would you like to be my personal chef? I'll give you a great deal at Obsidian."

Emma: "I am honored, but I must decline."

Gilbert: "Too bad."

Gilbert: "It looks like I failed to recruit you, so let's have this little rabbit here heal me."

Emma: "Eh."

Gilbert: "Sugar Candy Story."

Luke: "It's confusing."

Gilbert: "Hehe… This little rabbit looks delicious."

Gilbert: "I'll taste every bit of it, chew it up so it won't go anywhere, and keep it in my stomach to cherish for a long time一"

Luke: "… Don't say anything meaningful. Emma's pulling back." // "… Don't say anything meaningful. I think Emma is the one who pulled it off."

Emma: "I'm not pulling away. It just hurts to imagine…"

Clavis: "Lord Gilbert, this tiger cake is delicious, too. Come on, it's time for cannibalism."

the cake with spicy sauce

Yves: "… Clavis wants to feed you whatever he wants."

Licht: "I don't care if Lord Gilbert eats it."

Gilbert: "By the way, I like it spicy and sweet."

Clavis: "What…"

Gilbert: "I'll taste it for you."

Emma: "Ah!"

Luke: "What's up?"

Emma: "Now... Now all the dishes are done!"

Luke: "Oh, you did great, Emma."

Licht: "Somehow we managed to stop the monster."

Yves: "Licht, you're dealing with a guest of honor, right?"

Clavis: "Then we'll carry it out of the kitchen."

Gilbert: "Well, I don't mind if I stay."

Luke: "It's only natural that you respect the food Emma made."

Luke: "It's not something you can eat in the kitchen."

Luke: "You move, or I'll carry you. Or do you want me to carry you?"

Gilbert: "… I used to be the one carrying you."

Luke: "Shut up." // "It’s so noisy."

Gilbert: "Luke has a point. Fine, I'll take you back to the venue."

Emma: "… Hehe."

Yves: "What's wrong?"

Emma: "I thought it would be more fun to do the preparation together than to do it alone."

Clavis: "Haha, of course. Good thing you sent me a distress signal early, huh?"

Emma: "That's not the only thing."

Clavis: "Oops, that smile is so sweet..."

Gilbert: "If the little bunny laughed like that, then I guess I was right to get into the kitchen." // "If the little bunny smiled, then I made the right decision to get into the kitchen."

Luke: "… You're just talking about consequences, aren't you?"

Licht: "The dinner is just the beginning."

Emma: "I agree."

Emma: "Let's end this year with a smile!"

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queen-dahlia · 7 months

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𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲?

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

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

I want to apologize for one thing to the rabbit who became a child. // There is one thing I would like to apologize to the little rabbit who has become a child.

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Gilbert: "What are you doing here?"

Tough Guy: "Ah, I’m sure this has nothing to do with you, but stay back, you idiot!"

Gilbert: "What? It's creepy to stare at me."

Gilbert: "Can I crush your eyes?"

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I thought I was being careful at the time, but I let out murderous intent.

The feeling of the baby rabbit trembling in my arms is still fresh in my mind.

Gilbert: "Emma, please."

Emma: "Wow, sparkles!"

Emma's little hands hold the suncatcher she just bought.

It was made from a collection of colorful gemstones, which scattered light around it through the sunlight.

Emma: "Are you sure?"

Gilbert: "Of course. I'm happy if the little rabbit is happy too.''

Emma: "Thank you. I will make it my treasure!"

Emma was so pleased with the "sparkles" that she wouldn't take her eyes off them.

It's not an uncommon commodity at ore festivals, but for Emma, it doesn't seem to matter. // It's not an uncommon item at an ore festival, but that doesn't seem to matter to Emma.

(You don't seem to be forcing yourself to be happy.)

(I hope that the scary memory from earlier will fade away soon...)

Gilbert: "Emma, there's a delicious sweet shop over there."

Emma: "Sweets!"

Gilbert: "Do you want some?"

Emma: "I want to eat!"

Gilbert: "Let's go, then."

I hold Emma's hand, still distracted by the suncatcher, and start walking away.

As I was about to head to the candy shop I wanted to visit, I felt a small resistance.

I stopped my steps and followed the gaze of those round eyes.

Before I knew it, she was staring at a small park in a corner of the city.

In a park that has only recently been developed using national funds,

Children about the same age as Emma are now playing happily.

(Is she… tempted to get in there?)

If it is an adult Emma, I would not let her get involved with people as much as possible because of jealousy, but I have no intention of tying her up as a child.

Perhaps it was because I had very different feelings about (little) Emma than I did about the adult Emma, but I was willing to be forgiving now.

Gilbert: "Go ahead."

Emma huffs as I let go of her hand. // When I let go of her hand, Emma gasped.

Emma: "What about Gil?"

Gilbert: "I'll wait here for you."

Emma: "Are you just waiting?"

Gilbert: "Then I'll watch the little rabbit play all day long."

Gilbert: "If you look like you’re having fun, I’m having fun too."

Emma: "…"

Emma's gaze keeps going back and forth between me and the park.

After making a pretense of hesitation, a small hand grasped my cold fingers.

Emma: "I knew it." // "As I thought."

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "Because I wanted to be with Gil."

Gilbert: "It's written all over your face that you want to play with those kids."

Emma: "That's not true!"

Gilbert: "I know a liar when I see one."

Emma: "Then I'll play with Gil!"

Emma puffs out her cheeks and starts walking, pulling me by the hand.

The destination seemed to be in the park, and when I stopped in front of a swing, she asked me to sit down with her gaze.

Gilbert: "Maybe you'd have more fun playing with the other kids than me?"

Emma: "It's much more fun with Gil!"

(Did you care about me?)

(No, no matter how Emma is, she's still a child, so I can't believe that.)

When I give up and sit on the swing, Emma jumps onto my lap.

(... I can't help it.)

When I swung Emma slowly so she wouldn't fall, her innocent face blossomed. **

Emma: "Gil, more, more!"

Gilbert: "Emma has courage, doesn’t she?"

I kick the ground, thinking about my physical strength and trying to live up to expectations because I have been hoped for. // Since I was expected to, I tried to live up to her expectations and kicked the ground while thinking about my physical strength.

Although Emma was innocently enjoying herself, there was something smoldering in her chest.

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Emma: "Sparkle... sparkle..."

Back at the Imperial Castle, Emma never gets tired of looking at the suncatchers.

I could even hear what sounded like singing and could tell what kind of mood she was in.

Gilbert: "Do you like it that much?"

When I sat down a little further away and asked, Emma turned around quickly.

Emma: "Yeah! It's so beautiful."

Emma: "And you know what, those sparkles... they're just like Gil's eyes!"

A small finger indicated a red gemstone that stood out among the suncatchers made of multiple gems.

(Speaking of...)

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Emma: "But you know what sparkles the most?"

Gilbert: "Oh, isn't that a gem?"

Emma: "Nope!"

Emma: "Gil's red eye is the most sparkling and beautiful."

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I chuckle at the memory.

Gilbert: "I wonder if my eye sparkles that much."

Emma: "Yeah, it sparkles. But you know..."

Emma: "Sometimes the sparkle just disappears."

Gilbert: "Disappear?"

Emma nods, releases her hand from the suncatcher, and runs over on her little feet.

And then she tugged at my clothes and tilted my face as if listening to a secret conversation.

Emma: "You know, you know."

Emma: "When Gil isn't sparkling, he looks lonely."

little Emma is talking about Gil's eye here.

Gilbert: "…"

(... It's my first time hearing that.)

(Yeah, but... maybe it's the difference between keeping your eyes down or not.)

Adults and children alike always look up when Emma is around.

I can't take my eyes off Emma, and when the sunlight hits her, her eyes may seem to sparkle.

(But I don't really pay much attention to the others.)

Of course, it's not like I haven't seen it at all, but I'm not interested.

I've never been conscious of it, but I seem to spend more time with my eyes downcast.

(Emma, as a child, is really watching closely.)

As I admire her, Emma raises her hands up.

When I picked her up, she looked like she was in a "hold me" pose, but when I picked her up, her little hands grabbed the fluff (of the cape) firmly—

Emma: "See, it's still sparkling."

Emma: "Sparkling like jewels!"

Her innocent eyes peered into my face, and my cheeks unconsciously relaxed.

Gilbert: "... I see."

Gilbert: "Maybe the reason you didn't go to the other kids at the park is because I'm not sparkling anymore?"

Emma: "Yes. When Gil isn't sparkling, things get a little tight here.''

Emma indicated the chest by saying, 'here.'

(I didn't mean to restrict you, though.)

It is no different for child Emma and adult Emma to react to loneliness that has come out unconsciously.

Gilbert: "I'm sorry."

Emma: "…?"

Gilbert: "Hehe, it’s okay if you don’t understand."

Gilbert: "In return, gentle one, I'll tell you big brother's secret." // "In exchange, I will tell you big brother's secret, who is kind to you."

Emma's eyes light up in response to the word "secret."

(I think you're more sparkly than I am.)

Gilbert: "When big brother is sparkling, that's when he thinks, "I love you, little rabbit.""

Emma: "!"

Gilbert: "But don't tell anyone, because it's embarrassing."

Emma: "All right!"

Emma clings happily with a big smile on her face.

(You probably knew intuitively that I was a scary person in the back alley...)

(You still feel attached to me.)

Gilbert: "You're so cute… Please love me forever." // "You're so cute… You'll always love me."

Emma: "Yes! Gil, you'll always, always love me, too."

Gilbert: "Hmm, of course."

(I know my "likes" are not always good for you, but...)

That is not something I should say to the little baby rabbit.

Gilbert: "Don't forget your promise to big brother, okay?"

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queen-dahlia · 4 months

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queen-dahlia · 10 months

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓

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

// : alternate translation

It is extremely difficult to predict Gilbert's actions and thoughts.

Gilbert: "You want to be trampled on with only me in sight the whole time, don't you?" // "You always want me to be the only one in your sight, and you want to be trampled on, right?"

Emma: "What happened all of a sudden...?"

A refreshing smile tells me that the words are far from refreshing, and my head is in turmoil.

(I was reading a romance novel until a while ago, so maybe I'm even more confused...)

The book in my hand was taken away by Gilbert, who was sitting next to me, and placed on the bed.

As I was glued to his red eye, the distance between us grew shorter and shorter.

Gilbert: "You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

Emma: "I think so."

I answered as if it were a reflex, but it is not a lie.

(Gilbert must know that too.)

Emma: "Um, what kind of situation is this...?"

Gilbert: "A situation where I'm the only one in your sight?" // "A situation where only me is in sight?"

(I guess I should keep staring too...)

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: ". . . . . . . . . . . ."

Emma: "…… Uh."

(H-Hey, when you stare at me like this, I'm really embarrassed...)

Partly because he has such a well-defined face that one can't help but admire it,

If the person you love is staring at you for a few seconds, your heart will race with happiness and embarrassment.

I couldn't stand it anymore and turned my gaze away, but it was immediately returned by cold fingertips.

Gilbert: "No. You're only looking at me, right?"

As my fingertips caress his cheek, Gilbert's face comes closer, and he slowly devours it as if he were tasting my lips. // As his fingertips caress my cheek, Gilbert's face comes closer, and he slowly grazes my lips as if he is tasting me. **

His mouth, with a distant charm, draws a beautiful arc.

Gilbert: "Punishment."

Emma: "… It's too sweet to call it a punishment."

Gilbert: "Really? That's a problem."

Gilbert still stares at me while saying words that are completely heartless.

But my heart was not strong enough to withstand that condition.

Gilbert: "There you go again."

Emma: "Ah..."

Gilbert's lips brushed against my cheek and left my skin as it was, and then he moved down to my neck and brushed his teeth against me. // Gilbert's lips touched my cheek, and he left my cheek and moved back to my neck, his teeth brushing against my neck.

(I really don't know how this happened...)

I tried to back away from Gilbert, but he held me easily.

In the middle of it, a book touched my hand.

(Come to think of it, the story had just reached a climax before the book was taken away.)

The book was a gift from Gilbert, and I planned to spend the day immersed in the story.

(I was engrossed in reading at the time, so...)

Gilbert: "You have a lot of leeway to do your thinking in front of me."

Emma: "I've been doing some thinking, but it's about you, Gilbert."

Emma: "I was trying to figure out why you suddenly said, "You want to be the only one in my sight, and I want to be trampled."

Gilbert: "Now change "just me" to "just me" and say it again."

Emma: "? I only want to be trampled in sight, but I won't be trampled!" // "? I don't want to be trampled. I'm not going to be trampled!"

Gilbert: "Aww, we were already halfway there."

Gilbert: "So, have you got an answer?"

Emma: "It's just a guess."

Emma: "I was so engrossed in the book that I didn't notice Gilbert's call, I guess."

Emma: "一Oww."

Instead of answering, Gilbert set his teeth on my shoulder.

Gilbert: "You finally realized that."

Gilbert: "You're the only person I've ever met who's so absorbed in reading a book that you leave me standing right next to you?"

(Jealous as always...)

Gilbert's jealousy is continental, and at the same time, I find my own mouth relaxing.

(But I'm quite happy about it...)

Emma: "I'm sorry, I got carried away."

Emma: "I'll read your book some other time."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert smiles with satisfaction, and I finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Emma: "Let me do something to make up for being too absorbed in my book."

Emma: "Right, let me make you some sweets. I have time now, and I can make a whole cake一"

Gilbert: "I won't let you go."

Emma: "…!"

I tried to look away, but Gilbert's hands cupped my cheeks.

Gilbert: "If you start making sweets, you won't be able to look at them, will you?"

Gilbert: "You answered that you wanted to be trampled, and now you're lying to me?"

Gilbert hugged me and put his arms around me so tightly that it was painful.

(You mean you won't let me go until you've explored me completely...?)

Gilbert: "Sounds like it's going to be a fun day." // "It's going to be a fun day."

I can't help but brace myself and wonder what awaits me in the future.

(But I guess it's too late for that, because I don't hate it either.)

My mind was so caught up in Gilbert that I didn't realize that my plans for the day had already been ruined.

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

🔞🔞🔞

👅🌮💦, iykyk

if only they made the story longer...

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

// : alternate translation

I was walking with Gilbert through the streets of Obsidian,

I found a drink labeled "A magic spell that deepens love," which may or may not be true.

I had bought it in a small bottle as a joke,

I had no idea that it would later cause such a situation.

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Gilbert: "You look lascivious... This drug works so well." // "What a lewd face... This medicine works so well."

(I didn't know...)

(... I can't believe that... it was an aphrodisiac...)

On the bed, I repeatedly take deep breaths to calm my flushed body.

Gilbert seemed to know the contents of the vial from the beginning, sitting beside me and smiling refreshingly.

(I took it honestly because he told me to drink it, but if I had known, I would have wanted him to stop!)

There's no way a great villain has such conscientious consideration, and even if I glare at him, he'll dodge it with a smile.

Gilbert: "Hey, what do you want me to do now? You're in pain, and I want to help you."

(... You're having fun.)

Gilbert: "... Hehe, you look like you're trying to say something?"

Gilbert reaches out to me and gently unbuttons my dress.

I was wearing the clothes that Gilbert had tailored for me today, but they were easily pulled down to my waist.

Emma: "No, don't... please."

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "Really... Now is not a good time."

(I can't believe that a light touch is all it takes to make me say "this.")

The hot tingling in the depths of my body causes even the slightest movement to cause me to let out a lusty sigh.

I backed away to keep as much distance as possible, but a cold hand held me by the shoulder.

Gilbert: "Do you want me to... touch you here?"

Emma: "Aaah..."

Just a light kiss on my ear makes my body jump exaggeratedly.

Gilbert: "Or is it this way?"

This time, my neck is pecked, and my waist moves on its own.

(It's like it's not my body...)

(…… What is this "spell to deepen love"…)

I just want to cry because I am just being disgraceful in front of the person I love.

Still, there was no sign that Gilbert would stop,

A hand came down to lift up the hem of my dress and stroke the place where the heat was building up.

(一… Uhm.)

Just by doing so, something overflows from deep inside my body, and the heat spills out.

Tears welled up at the sensation of wetting his cold hand.

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I only touched you a little bit, but you made such a mess."

Emma: "That's why I said 'no'…"

Gilbert: "Yeah, embarrassing, huh?"

(I don't want it anymore...!)

(... I don't want Gilbert to see me in such an embarrassing way...)

I was not allowed to run away or hide, so I covered my face with my hands.

Gilbert: "Oh, are you crying?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Do you want me to stop?"

When I desperately nodded, Gilbert took a small breath.

Gilbert: "Then I'll stop."

(Huh...)

Gilbert quickly releases me and reaches for the book on the side table.

He opened the book as if nothing had happened, and then silence fell.

(… Good… but weird.)

(I wonder if it's my imagination that he looks somewhat grumpy...) // (Is it my imagination that he seems to be in a bad mood somehow...)

I hurriedly put my dress back on, but just the rubbing of my clothes makes my body tingle, and I make strange noises.

(And… For now, I'll just go back to my room. Then I'll just be quiet until the drug wears off.)

Emma: "… Good night, Gilbert."

I slipped out of bed as though I was running away and headed for the door of his room一

Emma: "Um..."

Gilbert: "Hm?"

Emma: "Why is there a lock on the inside of your room?"

Gilbert: "I wonder why."

(When did I get locked in!?) // (I've been trapped before I knew it!?)

I turned around and saw Gilbert closing the book and smiling at me.

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm sorry, Little Bunny. Did you mean to run away from me?"

Gilbert: "I was so hurt that you took a love potion and ran away from me. …It hurts."

Emma: ". . . . ."

Gilbert: "The drug's gonna last a while, okay? But you can't even go back to your room."

Gilbert: "You'll be writhing in front of me all night. What's so embarrassing about that?"

Gilbert: "Hehe, you will feel so much better once you get comfortable."

(Yes... maybe.)

The vicious fever that is raging inside my body is not subsiding, but rather consuming me even more.

I can't even move around because I feel like I would stain the floor just by walking.

(I was so embarrassed, I didn't want to show Gilbert how I was acting, so I ran away...)

(Hurry… I want to be released.)

Emma: "Gilbert…"

Gilbert: "No, it's punishment."

Emma: "Punishment?"

Gilbert: "If you want to feel good, you have something to say to me, don't you?" // "If you want to feel better, do you have something to say to me?"

Emma: "… I-I'm sorry?"

I was going to apologize for trying to escape, but Gilbert shook his head.

Gilbert: "No, I don't want you to apologize."

Gilbert: "Do you think the words I want to hear from your mouth are such clichés?"

(Then what is it?)

Gilbert: "Little Bunny, with your body like that, why didn't you want to do it?"

Emma: "The person I am now... isn't something I'd like anyone to see..."

Emma: "… I didn't want to disappoint you."

Gilbert: "Heh, do you think I'm going to be appalled by you for that?"

Gilbert: "Hmm, you're an idiot."

(Oh, I see...)

(That's why Gilbert got so grumpy when I refused him.)

I shake my head and return to his bed, despite the stimulation of my clothes.

Emma: "… If you can be appalled by something like this, I wouldn't be here." // "… If something like this is going to make you stunned, then I wouldn’t be here."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

(Gilbert's love is not such a half-hearted thing.)

(No matter how disgraceful I am, there's no way the great villain will let me escape...)

This time I took off my dress and dropped it on the floor.

Emma: "Help me... please."

Gilbert: "Hmm, that's correct."

Gilbert, who has dismissed the book, taps the bed sheet.

I sat down on the spot and was pushed down by a light push on my shoulder.

Gilbert: "I'm sure that the little rabbit won't be satisfied with a half-hearted touch today, will you?"

Emma: "No, no... Even the slightest touch is enough to make my body go crazy一"

Gilbert: "I see. Then I'll have to be even gentler with you."

Saying "gently," Gilbert lifted my leg without mercy.

I had a bad premonition, and the next moment, I felt his breath in the center of the endless overflowing of heat.

(No way, that spot...!)

Gilbert: "You can make a lot of mess, okay? I'll help you."

Emma: "Wait一... Ahhh."

The bite on the tender spot makes my whole body bounce. // The bite on that ripe spot makes my whole body jump.

The stimulation was so strong that it blew away my words and thoughts, leaving me with nothing but pleasure and a sense of weariness.

While I breathe roughly and repeatedly, I am bitten and nipped again.

The never-ending torment seemed to drive me insane.

(You said… you’d be gentle!)

Emma: "I don't want to... I can't一"

Gilbert: "It's okay, Emma."

Wiping his lustrous, wet lips, Gilbert peers into my face and covers my mouth.

When he violated not only my lower abdomen but also my mouth, I could not stop crying from the excessive pleasure.

Gilbert: "You're pretty no matter what you look like, so don't hold back."

Gilbert: "... Otherwise, I'm going to have to punish you again."

(I'm scared, but...)

I reach out to him with an earnest gaze and hold his head in my arms.

I asked for a kiss that would make me crazy, and Gilbert responded.

(You really... make a face that says you love me一)

As we kiss deeply and repeatedly, his body moves forcibly on top of mine, and I let go of my reasoning. // As we kiss deeply and repeatedly, his body is forcefully laid on top of me, and I let go of my reasoning.

I was so disturbed that I don't want to think back on it, but Gilbert was still the same, full of love一

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬

I love Emma's dress here, Gilbert can be my personal tailor 🤭🤭🤭

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

// : alternate translation

One day, when the sky is cloudless—

I was getting ready for the day with the morning sun pouring in through the window,

Gilbert held out a large box and opened the lid with a snap.

Inside is a lovely dress with rose-patterned lace on the bust.

Gilbert: "It's a date. Wear this today, Little Bunny."

Emma: "Thank you. It's very cute."

When I received the dress and touched the smooth fabric, my cheeks relaxed involuntarily.

(It's my favorite design, lightweight and easy to move in. Plus, it has my favorite rose pattern.)

Emma: "Gilbert, did you make these clothes, too?"

Gilbert: "Yeah, it's the clothes that suit you the most in the world. Plus, I guarantee you'll be comfortable."

Gilbert: "Because I know your body better than anyone else, and I made it."

Gilbert took one step closer to me and hugged my waist in a familiar gesture,

Slowly stroking me as if he were checking the lines of my body.

(My face is hot... But Gilbert finds my reaction amusing...)

Emma: "... Thank you so much. Well then, I'll go put it on now."

I quickly made my way to the bathroom, pretending to be calm.

(My favorite in every detail... Gilbert is really awesome.) // (Every little detail is filled with the things I love... Gilbert is really amazing.)

Delicate embroidery, beautiful breast cut, rose-shaped buttons,

I was in love with each and every one of them as I finished getting dressed...

Returning to his room, I walk up to Gilbert.

Emma: "What do you think?"

Gilbert: "It looks good on you. It's cute." // "It suits you. You're cute."

With that, Gilbert put his hand on my cheek.

The tenderness of his hand warms my heart. // His loving touch made my heart warm.

(Not just words, feelings are conveyed through his behavior.)

When I let out a small breath to let the heat escape, his red eye's narrowed happily.

Gilbert: "Then, next, I'll do your makeup for you."

Emma: "Makeup... Gilbert?"

Gilbert: "Yeah, I've never done it before."

Gilbert takes a black cloth from his pocket and places it on the table.

Gilbert: "Okay, let's go, shall we?"

Emma: "Y-Yes…"

After making sure I nodded, Gilbert lightly removed the cloth and—

Emma: "Oh!"

Under the cloth, on a table that should have been empty, my makeup kit is lined up in a row.

(As usual, I have no idea what's going on...)

Gilbert: "So, yes, do you want to sit there?"

I sat down on the edge of the bed, and Gilbert put my makeup kit on the side table and sat down next to me.

Gilbert: "Okay, let's start with this."

Gilbert takes off his gloves and begins to carefully apply the cream from his hand to my face.

(I feel taken care of, so I'm happy.) // (I'm glad I feel so cared for.)

When I wriggle from the tickle, Gilbert smiles a little and applies makeup to my face.

Gilbert: "I'll make some cosmetics for you soon."

Gilbert: "Because seeing you wearing other people's inventions makes me crazy with jealousy."

(I think Gilbert would really make it.)

Gilbert: "I couldn't make it today, so I just got you lipstick. I found a color that would look good on you." // "I didn't make it in time today, so I only prepared lipstick. I found a color that looks good on you."

With that, Gilbert pulled out a beautifully decorated lipstick.

Opening the lid, Gilbert scoops up the lipstick with a small brush and slowly applies it to my lips.

Gilbert: "Okay, it's done."

Emma: "Thank you. I look forward to looking in the mirror."

Gilbert: "Aren't you worried about the outcome?"

Emma: "Yes, not at all. I'm sure Gilbert would have done it better than I did."

Gilbert: "Hehe, you trust me. But I have a preference for this kind of thing."

Gilbert further closed the distance that was originally close...

Emma: "Mmm."

Our overlapping lips parted in an instant, and Gilbert smiled refreshingly as if nothing had happened.

Gilbert: "What do you think of the color? Did you like it?"

The color on Gilbert's lips is an elegant red, my favorite color.

Emma: "… Yes…"

(Gilbert really knows exactly what I like...)

Holding my heaving chest, Gilbert once again brought his glossy red lips to mine.

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queen-dahlia · 11 months

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𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥

~𝗗𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘁! 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀' 𝘅𝘅𝘅~

Nothing "sexy" here, I just wasted all those tickets yesterday, and it's not worth 480 hearts tbh, not only that, the story was very short unlike in the previous CE 눈_눈

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

// : alternate translation

As I spent time at Obsidian, my concerns only continued to grow,

And one of them is now particularly on my mind.

Emma: "Gilbert, I just overheard something."

Gilbert: "What is it, Little Bunny?"

Gilbert looked up from the book he was reading in bed and tilted his head slightly.

Emma: "Is it true that Gilbert will kill any man who makes eye contact with me?"

(When I first heard that rumor, I thought it was impossible...)

(Looking back over the past few days, I certainly haven't seen the men again who have made eye contact or exchanged words with me.)

(Since it's not just one or two people, it's hard to think it's just a coincidence, and there must be some reason.)

My words brought a refreshing smile to Gilbert's face, whose true meaning I could not read.

Gilbert: "Who told you that rumor?"

Gilbert: "You mean you talked to another man?"

Emma: "No, I really just overheard it, I didn't hear it from anyone."

Gilbert: "Really?"

Emma: "Gilbert, you hate lies, so I won't deceive you."

Gilbert: "I guess so, but I won't tell you."

(… There's something about him.)

(It doesn't sound like he's going to tell me honestly…)

I am well aware that Gilbert is not a simple person to deal with, but I can't back down.

(Gilbert would not have killed a competent person unnecessarily either.)

(If so, I want to know the truth about why the people who were involved with me are disappearing.)

(... Okay.)

Determined, I cupped Gilbert's cheeks in my hands, and I kissed him.

Gilbert: "… What is it?"

The lips that touched mine arched slowly, staring back at me as if enjoying my next reaction.

Emma: "Please tell me the truth."

Emma: "Gilbert, you don't like lies that have been disguised as "rumors" either, do you?"

Gilbert: "You say it, too. But was I so naive to expect me to tell you just now?"

(I know... I knew that.)

(I'm so embarrassed, but...)

Pretending to be oblivious to my nervousness and shame, I slip my negligee off my shoulders.

But Gilbert just stared at me, clad in nothing.

(You mean it's not enough? Then this time...)

I wrap my arms around his neck, and after a nibbling kiss, I seal our lips deeply, and our tongues entwine.

Gilbert: "You're getting more and more nasty." // "You're getting more and more lascivious."

Emma: "If Gilbert is willing to teach me, I will be embarrassed and nasty."

Gilbert: "You become without purpose."

Emma: "Aah..."

A cold hand around my back holds me close, depriving me of escape.

Emma: "No... Nnn..."

Gilbert: "You're going to make me talk, aren't you? I'm not even going to try."

I enjoy my voice desperately holding back as I play with the tip of my finger.

I could barely stand and put all my strength into his arms as if I were clinging to him.

Emma: "I can't do it… If you do that..."

Gilbert: "It's taking too long."

Emma: "Whoa…!"

The next thing I know, I'm pushed down on the bed, and Gilbert is looking down at me.

Gilbert: "I'm going to keep you company."

Gilbert: "You better satisfy me or I'm not going to teach you anything, okay?"

(I may not be able to sleep tonight...)

As if lured by the eyes staring back at me, I entwine my arms around his neck and press my lips to his.

When my tongue was inserted, it was easily sucked in and gradually and intensely intertwined with it.

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The next morning—

Gilbert, who was in a good mood, led me to a military training area, which I rarely set foot in.

Gilbert: "Just peek behind the pillars, okay?"

I was given fresh pressure, and I sneaked a peek around to avoid being noticed by the soldiers present…

(! That's the guy I greeted a few days ago and never saw again.)

I looked around and saw that the people working were all people I remembered exchanging greetings with once.

Gilbert: "I'm having them work here so they don't have to deal with you again."

(They were just reassigned to a more secluded location. So rumor has it they were killed...)

I didn't believe the rumors, but when I found out the truth, I felt a weight fall from my shoulders.

Suddenly, Gilbert came into my view.

Gilbert: "You just made eye contact with them, and you exchanged a few words of greeting, so I'm willing to put up with it."

Gilbert: "If anything more than this happens… I will turn "rumors" into "truth," okay?"

I am horrified to hear horrible things said to me as if they were sung to me.

Gilbert: "I understand. I'll keep that in mind."

(Redeployment is such a hassle... and yet he's still as jealous as ever.)

Gilbert's way of loving is unusual, but I can't say I dislike it…

(I'm also influenced a lot by Gilbert.)

(Even so, it is quite difficult to live without talking to or making eye contact with men other than Gilbert.)

(If our eyes meet, another redeployment will occur, and the court will be very busy in a different way.)

Emma: "… I wonder if it would be better if I wore a blindfold when I go out."

Gilbert's eyes light up when I casually mutter these words.

Gilbert: "Do you want to try it right away?"

Emma: "I'm joking! I really don't want to do that."

(This face looks like he's really going to do it someday…)

Emma: "I don't have to wear blindfolds."

Emma: "I don't have to do that. All I see is you, Gilbert."

Gilbert: "Hehe, I'll let you off the hook for that."

Gilbert: "For now, okay?"

(… He’s a really troublesome person.)

My cheeks relaxed as I thought of this, and I realized that somewhere in my heart I was enjoying this situation.

—Thanks to the rumors, I felt like I was able to learn more about Gilbert's and my thoughts again.

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

ღ 𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝟭 & 𝟮 ღ 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ღ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘂𝗺 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ღ 𝗘𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 ღ

🔞🔞🔞

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

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

The nickname "Gil" used to be familiar to me.

The name, which my brother and mother called me frequently, had a special warmth to it, and I liked it even as a child.

But the family that calls me "Gil" is no longer in this world.

For a time, I forced a boy I picked up in Rhodolite to call me "Gil," but as he grew older, he seldom called me that anymore.

(I thought that no one would ever again show up to call the trampling beast by his nickname.)

(Because that was "proof of family" to me.)

Emma: "Gil…"

And yet, Emma, who has become my official fiancée, calls me.

There is some awkwardness, but I haven't heard "Gil" in a long time,

It was filled with such happiness that my brain felt as if it were about to be enraptured.

(Oh man... it's like I'm not me anymore when Emma calls me "Gil.")

The disaster of the world, the trampling beast—that's how the man who has terrorized people all over the continent has been,

Just being called by a nickname on the bed is enough to make me want to bury my face in my pillow, and I am in so much agony.

As expected, I couldn't do that, so I just kept Emma's lips closed.

Gilbert: "Can you call me more?"

Emma: "… It's hard to say when prompted."

Gilbert: "Then I'll let you call it natural."

(It's your fault for providing happiness to the villain, isn't it?)

I push Emma down onto the sheets and bite down on the skin peeking through her jet-black dress.

I purposely avoided kissing her lips so that she could call me by name at any time, and I slowly made more bite marks.

(... I have time today, and I won't make you feel better right away.)

I lapped at the bite marks with my tongue while also avoiding the places where Emma's body was pleasurable for her.

Emma: "Ahh, Gilbert—"

Gilbert: "No, right?" // "Isn't that right?"

(You're the one who wanted to get to know me better.)

Emma: "… It's hard to do that without thought."

Emma: "… I'm embarrassed."

Gilbert: "Then let's practice until you get used to it."

Gilbert: "Look, I'll make love to you all night long, just like you want."

Emma: "... I don't want—"

Gilbert: "No?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(I love that you're not too shy to deny it then, Emma.)

Gilbert: "I'll make you feel good every time you can call me right. But if you can't do that—"

I lightly pressed her breasts against the top of her black dress.

I tried tickling her repeatedly, but everything seemed to be blocked by the dress, and Emma began to sway her body in frustration.

Gilbert: "Shall we do this forever?"

Emma: "……… Gil."

(She can't take it. ...Hehe, I'm going to hear a lot of names today.)

As promised, I pull down the dress and bite down hard on the swollen spot where she wants me to touch her.

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As we repeated such games, I noticed that the sky was changing color—

Gilbert: "... The night went by pretty fast, huh?"

(I got carried away too.)

I remove my eye patch and look down at Emma, who is lying face down helplessly in the dimness with no lights on.

The sheets were so stained that it was a good thing I had taken off her dress during the day.

(I've just been biting and fondling her body for a long time, and it's turned out like this.)

Teasing her, making her feel good... The body that obediently received them was already twitching. // I have been teasing her and making her feel good… Her body has been twitching since a few minutes ago, when she received them with open arms.

A quick stroke between her legs, and Emma screamed and jumped up.

Emma: "Ahhh... Gilbert..."

(… You're so stiff.)

Gilbert: "I'm not going to stop you like that, okay?"

Emma: "Gil…"

Gilbert: "Even if you call me to make up for it, I won't stop." **

(How many times are we going to repeat the same mistake? You're not getting used to it at all.)

I hug Emma from behind as she gets up and put my hands around her waist to prevent her from escaping.

Tears trickled down from the corners of Emma's eyes as I churned the surface between her legs while she deliberately made noises.

Gilbert: "Don't cry."

Emma: "Nnhh… I can't take it anymore…"

Emma: "Everywhere you touched me was... weird..."

Gilbert: "Hmm."

Emma: "Aahh... Ahh..."

I stick my finger in and start stirring again. **

I stirred the hot, tender spot until it almost burned me, but I stopped when I heard Emma's charming voice.

Gilbert: "I'm going to stop being mean to you when the awkwardness goes away from you."

Emma: "Gil…"

Gilbert: "That's not even close to a passing grade, because it's like, "I'm just trying to say it," right?"

Emma: "… It's tough."

Gilbert: "I'm in a good mood, too. I'll make you stop using honorifics one of these days, okay?"

(I'm royalty, but I don't want you to be the only one to see me that way.)

Emma: "… I'm getting… used to it."

Gilbert: "You can call me Gil in public, too, if you want."

Emma: "… No."

Gilbert: "No?"

Emma: "No, I can't."

(I was told more clearly than I expected. I'm a little disappointed.)

I sighed blandly, and Emma huffed as she turned her head to look at me.

Emma: "Gilber—Gil, I don't want anyone to see that relaxed face of yours."

(Relaxed face...?)

(. . . . . .)

(… I think I might be doing that. It's true that I'm getting carried away.)

Even without looking in the mirror, it was easy to imagine that I looked far from a trampling beast.

Emma: "I guess you've transferred your... jealousy to me too."

Emma's languid but happy smile blew my nasty feelings away.

Gilbert: "Hehe, not as good as I am."

Gilbert: "I need you to be jealous enough to make me want to kill everyone around me."

Emma: "… If I were to be treated with that kind of jealousy, the country would be destroyed."

Gilbert: "But we can really be alone together, right?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm kidding."

Gilbert: "... For now."

Emma: "Please keep the jokes coming."

Gilbert: "I suppose it's up to you."

We laugh at each other, and then our lips meet, signaling an unconsciously close gaze.

It had been a long time since I had kissed her on the mouth, even though we had been flirting for a long time.

(I'm at my limit too, so I'll let it end here for today.)

(… I got her to call me Gil 49 times, so I guess that's good enough.)

I make Emma, who is dazed from the aftermath of the kiss, sit on my lap so that she is facing me, and I penetrate her body.

I was about to be taken away from the consciousness that I had been enduring all this time.

(But Emma seems to have less time to spare.)

Tears fall from the corners of Emma's eyes again as I rock her slender hips.

Emma: "Nnn… Ahhh… Gil..."

Gilbert: "Hehe... for the fiftieth time."

Emma: "Haahh… What..."

Gilbert: "It's nothing."

When I embrace Emma, I am enveloped by the sweet scent that is unique to the night.

She clung to my shoulders tightly and strongly, and I felt her fingernails digging into me through my shirt.

(Emma… I've lost everyone who called me "Gil" once.)

(But you're the only one who won't lose no matter what you do.) // (But you are the only one I won't lose by any means.)

I bind you with fetters in the name of engagement, and I wrap you with chains in the name of love.

I will keep you in my arms, and don't let you leave me forever.

The engagement ceremony and the obsidian rose ring, the only one worn by a naked Emma, are all part of it.

(… However, there were some miscalculations.)

(It was supposed to be an engagement ceremony for me to tie you up...)

(Every time you call my name, I feel like I'm more tied to you than you are to me.)

(I wonder which one of us is bound...?)

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗘𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 + 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

🔞🔞🔞

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—"

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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."

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(… 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."

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

Gilbert: "Well…"

Gilbert: "That you are no longer you."

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(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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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.

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

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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."

Gilbert: "But…"

A bouquet of black roses with the love I've kept away from her, poking them with my fingertips.

Gilbert: "… I wish it was love."

Gilbert: "Only you..."

Gilbert: "I'm going to try to love you again."

(If you betray me, I'll never trust anyone again, but...)

(I hope that Little Bunny... Emma is the true "essence of a person".)

(I...)

(I don't ever want to be lonely again.) // (I never want to feel lonely again.)

Emma: "Please love me a lot."

Gilbert: "… You too?"

Each time our lips meet again and again, heat reaches every corner of my normally cold body.

The face I peeked into between kisses was reddish-colored and damp...

It exudes the same earnest love that I saw in the dance hall.

(Don't you know? It's been a long time since I've been swayed by you.)

The more we kissed, the more I felt like I was being trampled over—

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲: 𝗘𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬

I'm can finally rest! I haven't got a wink of sleep since yesterday (இ﹏இ`｡)

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

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True love—for me, it's my last hope.

I decided not to love anyone anymore.

I decided not to trust anyone anymore.

There is no salvation and no compromise in a world of deceit and corruption in power.

I can't think of any other way to destroy it than by violence.

There will be much bloodshed.

Many will lose their lives.

Still, I decided to literally become the "disaster of the world."

The boy who once loved mankind is dead.

The boy who was heartbroken by the deaths of others is gone.

The plan was going well. Already, the world had progressed to such an extent that the next step would change it.

And yet, somehow, fate was whimsical.

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Gilbert: "Rhodolite's Belle?"

Roderich: "Yes. Michael has informed me that you know her. You know, she's been selected as "Belle"."

Gilbert: "Hmm..."

When I heard the story, I felt an unusually strong emotion bordering on anger.

In Rhodolite, there is a "Belle System," in which the king is selected by the person with the most beautiful heart in the country.

One day, a commoner who had been living a peaceful life up to that point is suddenly chosen as Belle, and heavy responsibilities are pressed upon her.

I've always wondered how the selection process works.

But it was just another country. Obsidian and myself were supposed to be uninvolved.

ーUntil she was selected.

Gilbert: "The king is dead, isn't he? By now, the news of the king's death should not be known to the rest of the world." // "So, the king is dead. By now, "news of the king's death must not be known to other countries"."

Gilbert: "I wonder if they're saying something like, "You'll have to be the Belle when you find out our secret." // "I wonder if they say something like, "You know our secret; you have no choice but to become Belle."

Gilbert: "Poor thing. It's not just me; it's like the Rhodolite is watching you too." // "Poor little thing. I can't believe Rhodolite is on you and not just me."

Roderich: "... Your instructions, please."

Gilbert: "Well... I'm just a bystander. Just one of the readers who enjoys listening to the stories she spins."

Gilbert: "It would be foolish of me to intervene in that story, wouldn't it? As usual, I decided to take the high groundー"

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Roderich: "Can I help you?"

Gilbert: "No..."

Suddenly, I look down at the papers scattered on my desk.

The scribbled words tell the story of a certain innocent woman.

But the story stops halfway through.

Months went by without any further progress.

(I know her. But that's just a fantasy.)

(I can't let the Obsidian royal family get involved with a mere bookstore girl.)

(But if it's "Belle"...)

(Obsidian has good reason to mess around.)

It was really a whimsical and, at first, deeply unintentional scheme.

If I hadn't heard Belle's story, I would never have thought of it.

(To meet and die, or not to meet and die.)

(Then yeah... I prefer the former.)

Gilbert: "I'm sure there's a goodwill meeting coming up soon for Benitoite and Rhodolite?"

Roderich: "Yes, there is. They will be held exactly as in previous years."

Gilbert: "I see... Yeah, that's good."

Gilbert: "Roderich, please notify them that Obsidian will be participating this year." // "Roderich, please inform Obsidian that this year we will also participate."

Roderich: "Yes."

Roderich: "... Yes?"

Gilbert: "I'll go. I just want it to be held at Rhodolite." // "I'll go. But I want the venue to be held at Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "Benitoite is a long way away, and I'd rather stay in Rhodolite than anything else."

Roderich: "... Are you insane?"

Gilbert: "Oh, man, have I ever been insane?"

Roderich: "No. But I think "the doctor" will stop you."

Gilbert: "Don't tell anyone."

Roderich: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "I'm just being selfish for the last time, okay? I want to see the little rabbit."

Roderich: "What are you going to do when you see her? With all due respect, Sir, meeting Prince Gilbert isー"

Gilbert: "I know. It's just hell for her."

Getting involved could drag her down into a swamp of malice and turn her pure and beautiful heart black.

Knowing all of this, I chose my first and last private desire.

(Because I'm a big villain, you know.)

Gilbert: "Get ready, okay?"

Roderich: "At least, I'm going with you."

Gilbert: "Do whatever you like."

I invented all sorts of villainous reasons and purposes to meet her later on.

Instead of just "meeting her for a purpose", it's "fulfilling a purpose to meet her".

No matter what happens, the fundamental principle remains the same.

I didn't realize at the time that it seemed like a small difference, but it was a big difference.

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(Well... So that's how I came to be at Rhodoliteーー)

The first thing I did when I came to the castle was to intentionally get lost.

The map of the castle had been drilled into my head by the information of the spy who had come to the castle and snuck in.

It is easy to guess the room assigned to the little rabbit.

(I knew they wouldn't let me attend the goodwill meeting, but that turned out to be a bad thing.)

It's no wonder that Rhodolite took a back seat.

They must not have dreamed that the Prince of Obsidian would know Belle. // They must not have dreamed that the prince of Obsidian knew Belle.

I knock on the door, suppressing my feelings.

Emma: "Yes, who is it?"

Gilbert: "Oh, I knew there was someone there. I'm sorry, but may I ask you something?"

The door opened fearfully - and the woman who came out from inside was totally different from what I had imagined.

That's funny. "He" gave me the impression that she was a little younger...

She was an adult woman with clear eyes that were not stagnant at all.

I put a smile on my face so that she wouldn't notice my slight turmoil. // I put a smile on my face so that she wouldn't realize how slightly upset I was.

Gilbert: "Good evening, young lady."

Emma: "You are?"

Gilbert: "I'm not much to call myself, but I'm in a bit of trouble."

The woman is clearly alarmed and frightened.

Although I did not identify myself, she seemed to sense that the presence in front of her was "evil".

(You have a keen intuition. As expected of Belle.)

She has a good eye for people - and the impression I get from hearing about her and seeing her in person is different.

Gilbert: "I came to the castle to attend the goodwill meeting..."

Gilbert: "While admiring the interior of the castle, I got separated from the servant who was supposed to be my guide."

Gilbert: "It’s a bit embarrassing, but I’m a little lost."

Gilbert: "There isn’t much time before the meeting starts, so I just knocked on the first door I saw light peeking out from."

Gilbert: "I'm so glad you're here."

A woman with a face as lovely as a little bunny rabbit puts on a beautiful smile for an unknown man. // The woman with a lovely face, like a little rabbit, gives a beautiful smile to the unknown man.

She seemed to have made up her mind.

Gilbert: "Are you... a noble daughter from Rhodolite?"

Emma: "Yes. I am staying at the castle for my studies."

(Lies.)

Gilbert: "I see. I hear that women who have studied in the castle are sometimes promoted to the bureaucracy. You must be a very talented woman."

Emma: "I'm sorry. My butler will be back shortly, and when he does, he will show you the wayー"

Gilbert: "Yeah, I've decided. I'll let you show me the way."

Emma: "Uh…"

Gilbert: "This must be some kind of fate. Of course, you'll join me, right?

Of course, by this time, I was already thinking bad things.

When I met her, any faint hesitation I had disappeared.

(Because she looked more "beautiful" than I had imagined...)

(If it's going to get dirty, I'd rather get it dirty myself.)

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Guard: "O-Obsidian's first prince, His Highness Gilbert von Obsidian, has arrived."

With a clang and the deliberate sound of a cane, we enter the hall of the goodwill meeting.

Just like that, the numerous royalty and nobility gathered there all fell silent at once.

Gilbert: "Ahaha, we look like the center of attention. I feel like I just became the main character."

Emma: "You..."

Gilbert: "I'm Gilbert, the first prince of Obsidian. Nice to meet you, Little Bunny."

(Now let the evil begin.)

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Luke: "ーAnd?"

Gilbert: "Hmm?"

The next day, I visited Luke's room on a whim.

The new prince of Rhodolite sat by the window, unafraid of the arrival of the prince of Obsidian.

He is yawning carelessly. **

Luke: "What made you decide to come to Rhodolite?"

Gilbert: "Well..."

(I honestly don't want to be asked why.)

"I want to meet Miss Bunny," but "I still don't know why I want to meet her."

I was interested, I was curious—it doesn't quite fit into words.

(There are things I hope to see from the little rabbit. Some things I'd like to see through her.)

(I can explain it however much I want, but what is it? This feeling...)

(... I don't understand. That's weird.)

All emotions are wrapped up in a smile, and an index finger is placed on my lips.

Gilbert: "Secret."

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