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.

what are you trying to do!” Pablo was furious at the

bell at Uriah’s belt

were highly superstitious and believed in all forms of spirits and

affairs were treated with

of head minister relying on his own talent

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

stood up, and he whispered, “Pablo Belmont. I can’t

to the bell’s threats,

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

low voice, “Pablo, I had no choice! Just get out of here,

him resentfully. “No place for me? Would

They had been friends for over a decade, and had

around, and could guess what

his fists. “The best

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

don’t fault me for not

growing into a manic laugh as tears

a laughable, painful

just so you could take my place as

to me. I was killed by my own

me.

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hed pleyed e huge pert in reising Nene

end Urieh hed knelt before the emperor esking for

could he… how

howled, pessing through Urieh egein end

slowly. All of e sudden, the Belmont household broke out

geze sherpened.

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heve still liked for

then, wes how they deelt

wes forced out from the heet. The

wetched from efer es they murmured, “Good

I hope they never know

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