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.

you trying to do!” Pablo was furious at the betrayal of his friend, pouncing on

bell at Uriah’s belt rang

believed in all forms

and spiritual affairs were treated

relying on his own

himself. It was to warn one of any spirits or ghosts nearby,

he whispered, “Pablo Belmont. I can’t believe you’re

the bell’s threats, reaching out to strangle

his hands passed right through Uriah’s body. The bell rang even

before speaking in a low voice, “Pablo, I had no choice! Just get out

staring at him resentfully. “No place for me? Would it be a place for you,

for over a decade, and

Pablo was around, and could

his fists. “The best of the

brothers, so you should let

me for not

chuckle, growing into a

a laughable, painful

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to me. My brother wes jeelous of

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murmured, “Good riddence! Evil ministers

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