Disclaimer-If I owned Gosick I would be able to explain the double Brian Roscoe in episode 21. But, since I can't explain that, I guess I don't own Gosick.

And then, in the year of 1914, Coco Rose-our beautiful queen-was found dead.

Victorique closed the book in annoyance. She already knew all of this.

She looked around her. Sweets were littered everywhere. And yet, her scolding servant was nowhere to be found.

The young woman sensed something. Footsteps. Hoping for the impossible, she strained to listen to their rhythm.

No. The footsteps didn't belong to Kujo. They sounded more like they belonged to that egotistical Grevil.

And so, she sat there, wondering what his next "mystery" would be.

"Aah! What a beautiful day isn't it baby squir…rel?" Grevil was confused. Every time he was in the botanical garden, his sister was always with that man. So why was he gone today?

"Where has the squirrel gone?" he asked. With her back turned towards him, Victorique just sat there, silent and unmoving.

Aggravated, the drill-head asked again.

"He's…not here." She murmured.

Grevil rolled his eyes. Any idiot would know that just by looking at the place. But maybe there was a chance that, "Did you eat him?"

Furious, Victorique got up, swirled around to face him, and screamed, "If I say he's not here then he's not here."

Tears blurred her vision and her lips quivered. Kujo was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. And even so much as thinking that she was a cannibal was absolutely absurd.

She was a human just like everyone else. So why did fate have to tear her apart from the only person who never saw her as a Gray Wolf or a Golden Fairy? Why did destiny have to make sure that they would never cross paths again?

"But…" he said.

"Honestly, you of all people should know to never question a Gray Wolf. After all, we have superior intellect compared to you."

The detective desperately wanted to retort back to his little sister. But, just one look at her told him that she was hurt. And, deep down inside him, though he would never tell anyone, he truly cared for his sister.

Making an excuse that the stench of rotten sweets was getting too much for him, Grevil left.

Tears were falling on her truffles. But, she was too depressed to care.

Victorique had known this was coming for years. Yet, every single time it was even mentioned in front of her, it felt like a knife stabbing her through the heart.

She wiped her tears away and ran to her little pink house. Hastily, she searched for ink and paper. Victorique was determined to at least communicate with Kujo. And, if writing to him was the only way this would be possible, then so be it.

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