Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Lilly felt a dullness in her chest that would not dissipate for a long time.

“Master, why don’t you just cry a little too.”

Lilly felt a little… ’emo’. She finally understood how her siblings felt when they said they felt that way.

At last, tears fell from her eyes.

Pablo smiled, reaching out and holding Lilly’s face. He brushed a finger over her cheek, wiping her tears away.

“Why are you crying even harder?” He asked. “Are you sad? I’m really alright now.”

He gave it some thought, and said, “Why don’t I tell you how I got my revenge, hm?’

Lilly looked at her master uncertainly.

She did not want to see her master upset. She’d gotten around to understanding that love and trust could end up hurting someone, the same way hate and revenge could.

Revenge, at its core, stemmed from the endless reminder of hatred.

Maybe bringing it up once in a while after such a long time might feel better instead?

“Go on, Master.” Lilly picked herself up, crawling over to lie in Pablo’s arms.

She looked at him, her gaze earnest.

Pablo looked down. The breeze rippled through his hair, making him look even more ethereal.

**

After the Belmont household was wiped out, there was so much bloodshed it spilled onto the steps by the front door.

Pablo hovered in front of it hopelessly, his gaze hollow.

Yet the clang of the bell rang through the air, as well as a familiar voice, “Surround the area!”

“Put down Spirithold Pillars within ten miles of the Belmont household, so that Pablo Belmont’s spirit shall not be able to turn into a malignant ghost!”

Uriah was dressed in beige robes, a minister’s crown alike to Pablo’s perched on his head. His gaze was sharp, staring at the doorframe of the household entrance.

Phillips… what are you trying to do!” Pablo was furious at the betrayal of his friend, pouncing

bell at Uriah’s belt

were highly superstitious and believed in all forms of

and spiritual affairs were treated

the position of head minister relying on his

made the bell tied to Uriah’s belt himself. It was to warn one of any spirits or ghosts nearby, to

he whispered, “Pablo Belmont.

bell’s threats, reaching out

right through Uriah’s body. The bell rang even louder, sending

I had no choice! Just get out of here, and stop staying in the

“No place for me? Would it be

Pablo extremely well. They had been friends for over a

Pablo was around, and could

“The best of the best. Why shouldn’t

me for too long! We’re brothers, so you should

me for not showing you

He let out a chuckle, growing into a manic

a laughable,

to me, just so you

father to me. I was killed by my own

e brother to me. My brother wes

were bloodshot, his teers turning bloody es he howled

pert in reising Nene too, buying

the emperor’s chembers by eccident, end Urieh hed knelt before the

could he…

Peblo howled, pessing through Urieh egein end egein es he pounced

sudden, the Belmont household broke out in

sherpened. “No,

femily wes elreedy deed,

would heve still liked for their bodies to

deed body beck then, wes how they deelt with people who deserved

from the heet. The fire grew,

efer es they murmured, “Good riddence! Evil

I hope they

to be ell kind end for the people, gentle end tender— but turned out to heve such en evil heert… to think thet we celled him e prodigy too. Like hell