Many of you may be wondering why Chapter 10 was deleted. Plot-wise, its deletion was a rather big, though not irreparable, loss.

You see, what happened was that it got popular because of a character I borrowed: Meir a.k.a. Emilio, who I borrowed off my good friend and fellow GSG author Nachtsider for my own use and purposes. I then consummated what Nachtsider had begun– resolving the greatest tragedy in the anime/manga, Rico killing Emilio– by making the two of them confess their love to each other.

And though I stated in my disclaimers that Meir was Nachtsider's OC, most people didn't noticed. After all, who reads disclaimers anymore? Certainly I don't.

And thus I racked up a lot of praise for someone I never had a hand in creating. That caused trouble, as though Nachtsider didn't mind, a number of people did.

To end the ruckus, I deleted Chapter 10 as advised by my friends. I have also modified Chapter 9 so that it no longer leads to Chapter 10. You might want to have a little look-see.

So there. If anyone really wonders just what they missed story-wise in Life Goes On (and it is not much, really), contact me via Private Messaging system. I will privately furnish you a copy of Chapter 10 to satisfy your reading itch. However, I will not answer questions nor bring the chapter back ever. I have caused enough trouble. Let it lie.

I deeply apologize to Nachtsider, whom I've displaced and disturbed; as well as to Deathra, Colonel Marksman and Sintendo, who helped mitigate the damage I caused; and to all the people I may have unintentionally misled and troubled, especially my readers, whom I care about deeply.

And now, as a little sop, here's…


a little placeholder story


Triela stared at the impossible horror before her.

Hilshire was impeccably dressed. A bouquet of flowers adorned his right hand. His left held a box of expensive Swiss chocolates. Tucked into the breast pocket of his fancy black tuxedo was a cube-shaped bulge that unquestionably held a diamond ring. He looked absolutely handsome.

This is impossible… like, the stuff of dreams.

No. Not dreams. This is a nightmare.

This is HELL.

"Triela. I love you. Will you marry me?"


Triela woke up in a sweat, her scream breaking Claes' enjoyment of yet another bodice-ripping novel.

"Triela, do you mind? Some of us are trying to enjoy themselves…"

Conditioning or no conditioning, the blonde girl swore to kill Hilshire tomorrow. Frigging Prince Charming…


Hilshire, selecting a box of Swiss chocolates as a small gift for Triela, wondered why he felt like impending doom was upon him.

Swordsmen. Killers. Elder brothers. Very much alive and human. Next on Life Goes On: Fratello (Brother).