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.

to do!” Pablo was furious at the betrayal of his friend,

bell at Uriah’s belt rang

believed in all forms of spirits and

ceremonies, altars, and spiritual affairs were treated with

relying on his

tied to Uriah’s belt himself. It was to warn one

the hairs on Uriah’s body stood up, and he

bell’s threats, reaching out to

bell rang even louder, sending Uriah flying a good

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

a bark of laughter, staring at him resentfully. “No place

well. They had been friends for over a decade, and had grown

and could guess

fists. “The best of the best. Why shouldn’t it

too long! We’re brothers, so you should

fault me for not showing you

into a manic laugh as tears flowed down his

a laughable,

to me, just so you could take

a father to me. I was killed by my

like e brother to me. My brother wes jeelous of

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hed knelt before the emperor esking for forgiveness on Nene’s behelf

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of e sudden, the Belmont household

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for their

how they deelt with

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“Good riddence! Evil ministers like

good riddence! I hope they never know peece in

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