Chapter 2: A World of Fictitious People
"Lazarus syndrome,"
"Pardon me?"
It has been hours since the Belial Brothers reached the nearest hospital, to give the younger of the two, some immediate attendance. Thankfully, the hospital's lobby was similar to a ghost town, with few people waiting for their turn to get some help from the medical facility.
The greater part is that being the leader of one of the most important Pillars in the Underworld and Champion of the famous Rating Game, it gave benefits to almost anything.
In other words, the moment Diehauser stepped inside the building, in the blink of an eye, Dan was now getting a full medical exam by a doctor.
While the expert was occupied with Dan, Diehauser took the opportunity to send a message to his family, hoping that at least a text could alleviate their nerves.
The doctor looked away from his notepad, staring at Diehauser's gray eyes. "Lazarus syndrome," he repeated, humming, "I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't heard a thing about this phenomenon, Emperor."
"Hit it right in the nose, doctor," the Champion said, waiting for the explanation of this disorder. He knew a bunch of diseases and syndromes, but this Lazarus Syndrome? He didn't even hear a case coming from this ailment.
Humming once again, the doctor turned back at his notepad, resuming his writing. "It takes its name from Lazarus who received a miracle from Jesus Christ," the doctor winced, feeling a sudden headache. "This miracle was being brought back from the dead," he sighed, ceasing his handwriting. "Occurrences of this syndrome are an enigma and the causes are not well understood, but there's an assumption that it may be the buildup of pressure in the upper front of the body."
"So, resurrection," Diehauser muttered mostly to himself, earning a nod from the doctor.
"Correct," the expert smiled at Lord Belial. "I dare to say, your brother is a lucky Devil, Emperor."
"…" Diehauser didn't say a word after that, but, of course, he mentally agreed with the professional. His gentle gray eyes jumped instinctively at the patient.
Resting on a medical bed with the sheets covering his waist and hands above the white fabric was Dan, who was staring at the door in front of him, zoning off from the conversion between the adults.
Since the moment Diehauser had declared himself as his older brother, Dan took the news like a bullet without a bulletproof vest, it made him worried, and it even made the atmosphere awkward—mostly for Diehauser—every time he wanted to socialize with him, the Champion was greeted by dull silence. At first, he had assumed that Dan was regaining his memories back, but when he sent a quick glance at Dan's direction now and then, expecting some changes, but of course, nothing.
"What're you thinking about, Dan?" Diehauser thought, shaking his head.
"Doctor," Diehauser called out, not looking away from Dan, "this… Lazarus Syndrome, does it come with something else?"
The expert frowned, "I'm sorry, but I'll need you to phrase that better, Emperor."
"An extra disease, like, asthma, randomly falling unconscious or maybe, losing your memories?"
…
"… I think it's better if we continue this outside."
The specialist already made his way to the front door, waiting for the Devil to follow his trail, which he did, leaving Dan on his own business.
Meanwhile, in Dan's head…
"I'm in DxD, I'm in DxD, I'm in DxD, I'm in DxD…" it's obvious that Dan was shocked by the news, getting sent to an anime, and be the brother of one of the most badass Devils in the Underworld? That's amazing—he thought. Even then, he couldn't believe it, yes, he read fiction novels about this, and he found them amazing, he always asked himself how it feels to reside in your favorite anime.
Now, Dan retracted those words.
His real family, how are they? They must be worried as hell to know that, a member of their family is missing from the real world.
He needed to know, is this fictitious world is going to be light-hearted as the anime and the light novel? Or is Dan going to stand below the colorful rainbow?
"No, no, focus, damn it!" Dan cursed mentally, gritting his teeth. "Your parents would rather want you to be alive in another place and safe, rather than finding you death on the streets."
…Is he truly safe, though?
Dan knows that he'll face the terrorism coming from the hands of Khaos Brigade, Qlippoth, and even foresee the awakening of 666 aka Beast of the Apocalypse, that's a given, after all, his older "brother" is joining Rizevim's faction to exhibit the fraud of the Rating Games and the Old Devils.
Dan just wishes that if somehow, his family finds his corpse; they'll get over it, quickly, especially his dear mother.
The thought of pinching his arm just to make sure this is still not a dream was still floating in his head, but it'll be absurd, Diehauser already proved that point when the latter tackled Dan to the ground. His fate was already sealed.
He's trapped in a web, and the roulette of luck doesn't seem to favor him at all.
"What to do, what to do?" Dan thought, grasping the bed sheets tightly.
"Are you sure about this, Emperor?"
"Certainly," Diehauser nodded, standing outside of Dan's room. "I even asked him if he knew about me," he paused, "he didn't know me."
The doctor hummed, rubbing his chin in deep thought. "As I stated before, this phenomenon is extremely rare, few people who received the spontaneous return didn't live too much to tell the tale."
"Are you implying that my brother may die a few days later?"
The doctor's eyes widened, shaking rapidly his hands, "no, no! What I meant to say is that it is unknown if this syndrome can also give you this type of symptom."
"How troublesome," Diehauser pinched the bridge of his nose, holding back an empty sigh; this will be extremely difficult to explain the rest of his family, especially his mother.
"Diehauser!"
Hearing a voice calling his name and footsteps coming from behind, the Champion turned around, just in time to see a familiar face.
Diehauser knew who she was, like Dan, is one of those people where he can drop the act of a nobleman and be just himself. Turning around he faced her, like most female devils, the young woman has a voluptuous body, her small gray ponytail resting over her shoulder, the right side of her hair covering one gray eye.
"W-Where?" The gray-haired woman gasped for air, resting her hands on her knees. "Where is he, Diehauser?"
"Cleria," Diehauser nodded at her exhausted form. "I presume you ran all the way here?"
Cleria stood up, sending a small glare at him. "Of course I did! You told me to take your mother back to our territory!"
"You could've used a train to travel faster."
"I did, but the train station is still far away from the hospitals!"
"It seems that you're furious," Diehauser noted, ignoring her heated glare. "Did I do something wrong?"
"I went to like, ten hospitals to find you two!" Cleria snapped. "Let me remind you that they're not close, you could've messaged me your direction!"
"You never asked."
Growling, Cleria closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She knows that he's doing this purposely. She could sense the cheeky smile! He's merely trying to get on her nerves, but she'll prove him wrong.
Once her breathing was back to normal, Cleria popped her eyes open, "back to the point," her gaze softened. "How… how is he, Diehauser?"
Sighing, Diehauser waved off her concern, "he's fine, Cleria."
That made her sighed in relief, "Is he awake?"
"Yes."
She didn't need to hear more, moving away from the Emperor, she took a hold of the knob, twisting it.
Before she could peek inside, a hand pushed the door closed once again, earning a surprised gasp from the young woman.
"What're you doing?" Cleria asked, turning around to face the Champion.
"You can't go inside," came the reply.
"Why not?" Cleria tensed, nervousness once again taking a hold of her. "Something's wrong with Dan?"
The Emperor opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it. Turning around, he faced the silent doctor. "Doctor," he called making the professional jumped from his spot. "Explain to her what I've told you."
The expert blinked, twice, before coughing on his fist and addressing Cleria, "well, what the Emperor told me before your sudden appearance, is that, the boy Danhauser Belial lost his memories."
Cleria felt someone slapped her; she immediately shot her wide eyes at Diehauser, getting a nod from confirmation. "H-how…?"
"We don't know," Diehauser grunted, pinching his nose, his fingers deepening around his skin. "Theorizing, I assume that it's one of the symptoms of Lazarus Syndrome."
"Lazarus-who?"
"Lazarus Syndrome brings people back from the death," Diehauser kept it brief, getting an "ah" from Cleria, "the chances of getting it are relatively low, Dan got lucky."
"I see," the younger cousin, stared at her own feet, biting her lower lip.
The two have the same thought spinning around their heads. What now? They can't ignore this at all, the whole Clan is going to demand for answers, and The Emperor needs to speak the truth for his people, the worst part is that this is going to pierce the Underworld's news, after all, since when you hear someone coming back from the dead, and also, Belial Clan is an important family in hell, pretty sure Danhauser made himself known in every corner.
Coughing awkwardly at the sudden change of atmosphere, the doctor spoke, "since this is a family business, I'll keep this brief; Danhauser Belial has no injuries whatsoever, assuming that you'll be taking him back at home…" he received no response from the two. "… Right, just for safe measure, I recommend that your brother stays in his house for a week at least, he can move freely at home, but physical training is recommended to be avoided at all cost…" more awkward silence, "… I'll take my leave, then. Good luck."
They didn't turn around to show gratitude or say their farewell to the doctor—sticking to quietly stare at their shoes.
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"We can do this," Cleria was the first one to break the silence, a look of determination on her face. "I heard that there are treatments to cure amnesia, we could—!"
"Cleria, look—"
"No, Diehauser, listen," Cleria hushed him, making the Emperor sigh and bury his hands in his pockets. "As I was saying, we could search for a therapist to help us regain his memories, or maybe do it ourselves! Your mother has a book filled with pictures of his childhood, right? With each picture, we can retrieve Dan's memories back!"
"…" Diehauser stood silent, staring Cleria with a stoic expression, allowing her to finish, when he saw that she finished, he spoke, "are you done?" Cleria nodded. "Good, first of all, I never said that Dan has amnesia, he could also have dementia or Alzheimer, we don't know what he has yet, so we'll just stick with memory loss," he paused. "Second, I don't think it's a good idea to use a book with pictures, forcing him to remember is the least thing I want to do, who knows, maybe he'll drop another act."
"… What about therapy?"
Diehauser scowled, glaring at the room where his younger brother is. "I don't believe in such thing as therapy," the Emperor admitted, eyes focused on the door. "I rather do it myself, than letting a stranger waste my brother's time."
"This is not about you believing in therapy or not," Cleria folded her arms, "it's about Dan's mental health!"
"Dan just lost his memory, that's it," Diehauser growled slightly. "My brother's mental health is fine."
"Then what're you going to do?"
"Leave it," Diehauser bluntly answered, making her eyes widen. "Dan doesn't need help at all; he can retrieve his memory back by simply living his life."
Cleria opened her mouth, ready to counter him, but no words came from her lips, in a way; he was right, maybe if they give Danhauser time, his memories will eventually return and everything will have a happy ending.
They just need to have patience with the poor boy, that's it.
Cleria reluctantly sighed, disappointed on losing a discussion against his older cousin. "Fine, you win, but keep in mind that your mother and father are going to insist on a good explanation…"
"I know, I'll take care of that," Diehauser said, cracking his neck. "We've been here for a long time. I think it's time to pay the patient a visit."
Cleria smiled, "of course."
From the corner of the bed, Danhauser heard knocking coming from the door; instinctively he turned to the source of the sound, watching how the door slowly unclosed.
Expecting Diehauser and the doctor coming from the entrance, it was a surprise to him when a young woman replaced the specialist.
Cleria felt her lips lift upwards at the sight of Danhauser's confused stare, deep inside she was so happy to see once again her cousin move freely after the tragedy that happened a few hours ago.
Cleria didn't waste her time when their eyes locked; she quickly made her way towards him, bringing Danhauser into a hug.
Danhauser was baffled by the sudden affection, he didn't know her in both real life and light novel, the few people he remembers from the house of Belial is his supposed older brother and…
…Oh.
"Is this Cleria?" Danhauser thought, slowly responding the embrace by one of his own. "She's good-looking, though."
"You know how to make your cousin worry, don't you?" Cleria broke the embrace, her hands still on his shoulders, her gray eyes watering. "I missed you."
"That answers my question," Dan felt a strong hand on top of his head, looking up it was Diehauser smiling softly at him.
"Dan," he started. "This is Cleria Belial, our cousin."
Danhauser slowly turned to face his cousin, who was pushing her tears away, smiling warmly at him. He didn't say a word, awkwardly nodding at her.
"What now?" Danhauser asked, facing his brother.
"We're leaving," Diehauser replied, already walking toward the door. "The doctor explained that you don't have any mortal injuries, and you can take off. However, he warned us to keep you well-rested in your house for a week."
Danhauser frowned, looking down at his knees, damn. When Diehauser went to speak privately with the doctor, Danhauser had already planned everything.
He'd wished to train with his brother, even if he hated to admit it, he'll need it. Knowing that Cleria is still breathing, he speculated that he was not in DxD's timeline yet, maybe a few years back before shit hits the fan.
Honestly, he was most excited to use his Clan trait "Worthlessness" for the first time. The power to nullify out the powers of others and objects, making them unable to utilize their abilities as long as they are under the user's effect. In Danhauser eyes, that was perhaps his most favorite ability.
"The doctor just wasted a week for me to slack off in bed, how unlucky." Danhauser mentally whined, he was looking forward to mastering his power, but now he can't, unlucky.
Oh well, let's see the bright side, he can explore the mansion that he'll be living and meet new faces.
"Dan, are you still with us?" Danhauser shook his head, glancing at Cleria who was pouting at him.
"Sorry, I zoned off," Danhauser apologized while standing up from the medical bed, stretching his arms.
"Huh-uh, I noted that," Cleria's pout disappeared, replaced by a smile. "Ready to go, Dan?"
Glancing at Diehauser for a few seconds, Danhauser turned back to Cleria, nodding. "Lead the way."
"Here we are!" Cleria cheered, stepping outside the train, the Belial Brothers following from behind.
It has been a troublesome day. They took hours to reach their territory, the three of them feeling how their energy was drained away when they left the transport—Cleria, of course, was good at hiding her fatigue. During their time at the train, Danhauser learned a few important things about his Housecarl and the people residing in the mansion, he was amazed when he observed through the window the fauna and the vegetation, it reminded him of the Gremory territory when he saw the anime, at first he was not dazed, but now, that he's seeing it with his own gray eyes, he was baffled.
When he asked how huge the Belial territory was, Diehauser, being the expert of the two, stated that it was the same size as the Germany's largest island—Rügen.
Danhauser didn't know the length or width of Rügen, but by knowing that it's the biggest island of Germany, was enough explanation to satisfy his curiosity.
"This is the Belial Mansion, one of the highest-ranking families among the 72 Pillars! Thank you for your travels via Belial Navigators, please make sure to show gratitude to your guides on the way out of the tour!" Cleria said with an exaggerated bow.
Diehauser smiled in amusement, followed by his younger brother. "Thank you, Cleria."
"Tips are always welcomed."
"Ha. No."
Cleria pouted.
The Emperor gazed at Danhauser. "Let's go, I bet that you're pretty much tired with all this adventure?"
His question was answered by Danhauser's yawn. "Yeah, pretty much."
Not wasting time the three began their walk towards the mansion in silence, enjoying each other's company.
When they approached the building, Danhauser expected to be greeted by the servants of the Belial Clan, but given the fact, that is night time, and Diehauser is the Head of the House of Belial who is known as a polite man that respects his opponents.
His appreciation may extend to the butlers and maids residing in the huge dwelling. In other words, they're already sleeping.
If what Danhauser theorized is true, then why the lights of the Mansion are flicked on?
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone knocking on a surface. He looked up to see that they reached the twin doors. He was standing in the middle.
"Coming!" Danhauser heard a muffled shout slowly approaching to unlock the entrance.
After a few seconds of silence, the doors creaked open, showing a new face.
Blocking the entrance, was a man with a height similar to his brother, he has a stubble shaded with dark blue and his slicked back hair following the same color scheme. He was wearing the armor of a knight, only missing the helmet. His whole body surrounded by a creepy aura.
"Ah, master," the knight started, bowing respectfully at Diehauser. "I'm glad that you made it safely back."
"His accent is French, he also acts like a nobleman," Danhauser noted. "By looking at his attire and the way he addressed Diehauser, I presume this guy is in his peerage, a Knight Piece is my bet."
"Gilles," Diehauser nodded at him. "Why are you still awake? Shouldn't you be sleeping, too?"
Gilles smiled at his master's concern. The smile, however, sent chills to Danhauser's spine. "Ah, oui, oui, of course. I should be taking a rest too, but, I promised your dear mother to stay awake until the three of you reached home cautiously." After he finished, he sent a quick eye at the youngest of the three, making the latter freeze in the spot.
Why is Danhauser wary of him?
Then it hit him.
The attire of a knight,
The accent of a French nobleman,
The name Gilles,
"Holy shit…" Danhauser thought, wide-eyed.
"Ah, so the gossips are true," Gilles spoke, his smile widening creepily, "to think that, young master, fooled death itself, fascinating."
Gilles dropped to one knee, forcing Danhauser to take a cautious step back, Gilles' dark blue eyes studying him carefully.
Gilles' smile turned to a sad one, "I heard about your sudden loss of memories, pitiful." Gilles sighed, "Which means that you forgot about me. Allow me to introduce myself to you once again, young master…" Gilles coughed, his ocean eyes sharpening. "I am the butler of the Belial Clan, a former babysitter to you, and Queen of Diehauser Belial, Gilles de Rais—that is my name."
"…" Danhauser was lost for words, in front of him, stands the infamous serial killer of France and his former fucking babysitter?! What's wrong with these people?!
Danhauser, of course, expressed his opinion about this.
"What the fuck?"
That earned a glare from Cleria. "Danhauser Belial, you—!"
Cleria stopped at the sound of cackling, turning around, she spotted Gilles slowly standing up.
"Keh… heh, heh, do not fret, Lady Cleria, I anticipated that reaction from him." Gilles waved her off, his smile still present. "You three stayed outside for too long, please come inside, you will catch a cold." Stepping aside to allow the three Pure-Blooded Devils moved inside, Gilles beamed at Danhauser with his shallow smile.
Danhauser ignored it, focused on the foyer. As he stepped into the room, he immediately noticed the multicolored checkered stone floor. He looked up a mahogany framed staircase, with twisted iron bars leading up to the second floor. Straight ahead looked like the entrance to a middle room of some sort. He saw a piece of paper sitting on a cream-colored bench just in front of the staircase. The dining room to his right caught his attention then. This home was exquisite. It was truly beautiful.
"Where's mother?" Diehauser asked, ignoring Danhauser's look of awe.
"Sleeping," Gilles responded. "When Lady Cleria brought Lady Belial back, she felt really exhausted and somewhat depressed. I offered to guide her to her chambers, it was difficult, but I convinced her by doing a simple task. "
"Let me guess, waiting for us?" Gilles nodded, making the Emperor sighed and shake his head, "how troublesome."
Danhauser felt a pair of hands resting on his shoulders, bringing him back to the real world. Looking up he was greeted by his cousin smiling down at him.
"You're tired, right?" Cleria guessed, earning a yawn from him and making her giggle. "Alright, I'll show you your room."
Nodding tiredly, he felt Cleria grasp his hand and gently pulled him towards the stairs.
"Sleep well, young master, heh." He turned around, sending a small glare at the French butler who in return smiled.
"Goodnight, Dan." Diehauser also said his farewell, smiling at him.
"Night," Danhauser sleepily waved back, taking off with Cleria.
When the two reached the second floor, Danhauser immediately turned to Cleria. "Is it really necessary to grab me by the hand? I can take care of myself."
Instead of feeling offended by his words, she grinned. "Aww~ so cute~ Danny's acting tough in front of her beautiful cousin~!"
"I'm serious, and don't call me Danny!" Danhauser yanked his hand back, ignoring the pout of her cousin.
"Damn, her pout is adorable." Danhauser thought, shaking his head.
After that, silence soon swamped the corridor, something that the two didn't mind, each one in deep thought.
Danhauser honestly was getting too open for his tastes, he felt like he just let them inside his heart so easily, perhaps because he knows them? Not personally, but in the Light Novels, he read about Diehauser and he honestly liked the guy, the Emperor also saw Cleria as a younger sister, meaning that maybe she's also a good person, too.
Maybe he's going to do fine in this world, there are only two people who he'll be acting awkward.
Gilles de Rais, he's a serial killer, no question asked.
Lastly, Danhauser's mother, Calcabrina, he's going to be so stiff around her. To call her mother, when she's not his mother? It'll be difficult for him, but he'll do his best, the last thing he wants is to be nicknamed as the black sheep of this Clan.
Let's not forget the fact that, he will meet the likes of Rias, Sona, Sairaorg and the rest of the children, not now, but soon.
Who knows, there's a possibility that a Maou or even one of the Top 10 in Ranting Games knocked on his door.
Suddenly, an idea popped in his mind. Danhauser turned to Cleria, "hey, cousin?"
"Just call me Cleria, Danny." Cleria waved him off, ignoring his glare. "What is it?"
Sighing at the new nickname, he spoke. "Do you sleep here, too?"
Cleria's eyes suddenly widened in realization, "Ah yes, I forgot to tell you, in case you didn't know, this is not where I live, too much nobility for my tastes," she stuck her tongue out playfully. "I live in the human world, in a small town in Japan, but just for today I'll sleep here, too."
"Really? That's awesome." Danhauser feigned surprise, knowing too well that right now, she's in charge of Kuoh.
"I know right?" Cleria puffed her chest. "Oh, we're here."
He wanted to ask if she's dating someone in particular, but he'll be seen suspicious in her eyes, so he'd hold his tongue, for now.
"I presume that you know how to open a door, right?" She teased, sending a wink in his direction, not expecting an answer she turned around. "Goodnight, Danny, see you tomorrow!"
Feeling how her hand petted his hair, Danhauser watched how she walked towards a different door, making sure that there's no one occupying the room.
Facing his door, Danhauser twisted the knob, easily unlocking the door and stepping inside his room.
Danhauser didn't pay any attention at the furniture, knowing full well that each one is unique among the others, however, there's one single object that peeked his interest.
That object in special was looking back at him.
A mirror,
He made his way towards the looking glass, trying to make sure this is how he looks.
…
"Ha! I'm a master race!" He couldn't contain the goofy grin playing on his lips. He was so young. Approximately, 13 or 15 years old—give it or take. Like Diehauser he also has gray hair and eyes. He was still carrying around his body the black suit that they used for him to look formal during his burying.
Instinctively, Danhauser placed his fingers over his pointy ears; they looked like the ones of an elf.
All in all, he looked like Diehauser, but younger.
Satisfied, he approached the bed, suddenly feeling drained when he made eye contact with the comfy bunk.
Without pushing the elegant sheets aside, he jumped to the bed, feeling how the mattress was slowly eating him up.
"So soft…" Danhauser whispered, laying his head on the pillow.
…
"I need to get stronger."
That thought alone was stalking his mind since his lodging in the Sitri Hospital. He had a huge advantage, he was good in time, Diehauser is his brother he'll help him get stronger, that's guaranteed.
A lot of things will happen during the course of time, the Old Maou Faction, Khaos Brigade, The Hero Faction, Qlippoth, Trihexa's awakening.
Cleria's death,
Back then, he was a slacker, to keep it blunt. Maybe dying and getting reincarnated in this world is a way to prove himself he can do better, perhaps a second chance to prove those who mocked him wrong.
To make his former family proud,
Thinking about it was enough to make Danhauser's lips turn into a small smile. He was looking forward to training with the Champion of the Rating Games.
Slowly but surely, his eyes betrayed him, forcing him to sleep like a log.
"Something seems to be bothering you, master," Gilles noted, pouring royal milk tea. "Perhaps I could help?"
Taking a hold of the tea, Diehauser took a seat, nodding in appreciation. "You should know what's bothering me, Gilles."
Watching silently how Lord Belial took a sip, Gilles spoke, "doubtlessly, it involves young master, is it not?"
"Yes it does," Diehauser replied, looking at the furious chimney. "What do you think?"
Gilles tilted his head, almost playfully. "I am lost, master, could you enlighten me?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
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"Oui, I thought young master had lost his memories," Gilles responded, his personality taking an 180-degree. "The way he'd acted towards me. The fear I could smell it, he remembered me, but not you? Impossible."
"Perhaps not all his memories disappeared?" Diehauser tossed his two cents, taking another sip.
"Or maybe he did it voluntarily?" Gilles frowned. "Maybe he dropped an act to bring the Underworld's attention?"
"No, my brother wouldn't do that," Diehauser quickly dismissed that option. "He died, Gilles, I was there."
Gilles bowed, "Of course, I apologize, for bringing such memories."
Even then, Gilles had a bad feeling about the child, how was Danhauser scared of him? Is it because the way he teased him a few minutes ago or the disgusting aura around his body?
Or maybe he knows his dark past? Gilles never told Danhauser his deep secret, only a few people knows about this.
Whatever it is, Gilles would keep an eye out. That's for sure.
"It's fine." The Emperor sighed, rubbing his nose. "Tomorrow is going to be a troublesome day."
"Indeed," Gilles agreed, taking the empty tea from his hands. "I presume you have a good explanation for your mother?"
"… I'll think about something." Diehauser was starting to get moderately irked by the reminder of his mother, he gets it.
"What about your father?"
"…"
"Master, what—"
"I'll send him a message; I'll make sure he's informed." Diehauser stood up, facing at his Queen. "I'll go take a nap now, the same thing goes for you, Gilles."
"Of course, master, of course," bowing once again, Gilles took his leave, giving the Emperor some time alone.
"…" Diehauser didn't move for a while, standing like a statue with his gray eyes glued on the chimney.
In the end, he sighed, expecting an answer by looking at the fire, "I'll take a bath first."
Thus, the Emperor walked away, ready to face the next day.
Gilles de Rais is not a pedophile, at least in this fanfiction he's not, he's reformed.
Also, I apologized for posting this chapter kind of late, it was supposed to be posted yesterday, but, eeehh…!
Now that we've got that out of the way I want to start by saying Woah! 6 reviews, followed by 15 favorites and 24 followers?! That's crazy! Yeah, maybe for an expert at writing stories this is nothing, but for me? It's sick. Thank you guys, I appreciate the support.
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