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24 . . . alfons main story — blind love

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— cw: violence and death.

—— Alfons’ POV ——

(Were I to die here, I could prevent yet another tragedy.)

But then, Kate’s face, so red as she pushed my back, popped into my mind.

(But, something like the heroine of a tragedy...)

(...hardly suits someone such as herself.)

If I were to disappear here——

I reckoned she would meet somebody whom she could love, and be loved, to the fullest, and reach for happiness.

And then, when she met her time, she would be surrounded by family, and with the memories she made with people who have loved her in her heart, she would close her eyes.

It would be a trite ending, one filled with warmth and peace that could never possibly become a play acted out upon the stage.

(When I think about how you’ll forget me, and someday meet that sort of ending...)

(To the point nothing else could hold a candle to it——)

Alfons: ——I can’t even bear the thought of such a thing happening.

Lord Goa: ...What?

(No matter how much we loved each other, were I to lose my life here, at this very moment——)

(Those happy days would become an illusion, and she would succumb to despair.)

I knew that, and yet I still wanted to leave my mark on her.

One so deep, it could never disappear.

(With this happiness, so dangerous it could someday turn into despair——)

(I want to drive your life to the brink of madness.)

At some point, beyond what I had expected, I had found myself wishing strongly for such a thing.

The desire to inflict wounds was a far cry from feelings like kindness and affection,

——For now, at least, perhaps calling it ‘love’ may suffice.

Alfons: Goodness gracious... Miss Kate, the things you do to me,

A: making me carry this hassle of a burden... I will have to see to it that you take full responsibility for this.

A: Would you not agree?

Lord Goa: ...What you’re saying is beyond me. Are you sure you haven’t gone crazy?

Alfons: Oh, hardly. At the very least, between the two of us I am the lesser crazy one.

Reading my opponent’s moves, the moment I blinked, I unconsciously drew out my saber.

With the dance steps taught by the instructors at the Greetia household, I maneuvered around behind him.

Lord Goa: ...!

While in a state of confusion, the cold blade was already against the elder’s throat.

And the guards, afraid to hit their patron, were unable to pull the trigger, instead simply pointing their guns this way.

(Yes, that’s right, what good boys you are.)

His own fate was on a thin line,

Lord Goa spoke, seemingly to finally realize that he was being tried for judgment.

Lord Goa: ...W-what do you want from me... just... spit it out...

Alfons: Ahha! I’m sure you are well aware we are an assassination organization, no?

A: And when a member of such a group goes out of their way to come meet you, what else would they want——but your life?

Lord Goa: ...!?

(I didn’t pull out my saber just to egg them on to attack at this point.)

But as it would seem——

For just a little bit longer, I wanted to act out this commonplace tragedy, no matter when and where it ended.

—— Time skip ——

Elbert: ...Good work, Al.

Roger: Jeez... you didn’t hold back at all again, did you?

Alfons: I got a tad carried away, hence this messy killing scene.

Five minutes later, Elbert and Roger opened the door, to be met with several men who now looked more like lumps of flesh collapsed on the ground.

In the center was a single elder——Lord Goa was looking upward, an unnatural excitement riddling his expression,

and Alfons looked on at the scene with amusement.

Roger: And what about him? Why didn’t you kill him?

Roger chinpointed at Lord Goa, who had lost every ounce of sanity.

Alfons: Well, see, isn’t just killing him and calling it the end of that nothing short of a bore?

A: I made sure this was allowed as well, ‘as long as the organization ultimately met their downfall...’

A: So, I figured if that was the case, why not spend the rest of life mad?

Lord Goa: The cosmic god has manifested! We are all mere slaves to it.

Lord Goa: That’s why a sacrifice was necessary... yes, that’s right, I must let everyone else know!

Lord Goa didn’t even spare Alfons and the others a glance as he bolted out of the room, his expression filled with madness.

Roger: What in the world did you input in that guy...

Alfons: “The massacres in the East End is a ceremony to offer sacrifices to the cosmic god,”

A: “And the fact that you perpetrated it is an honor praised by all of mankind, who are slaves to this god.”

A: “Thereafter you must announce to the rest of the attendees of the dinner party this truth!”

With theatrical gestures as though he were in a play, Alfons recited the illusion he had shown Lord Goa.

Roger: I see now... so while making him confess to the string of incidents, you wanted to make the others involved think the old man’s gone bonkers.

Elbert: ...And if they see that, the lesser congressmen who were faithful followers will cut ties.

Roger: The old man’ll probably find himself behind bars or at a psych ward.

R: Even if the members of the ‘purification’ club wanted to continue what they were doing,

R: If they are regarded as that old man’s followers, it would get in the way. ...So they’ve got no choice but to lay low, basically.

Alfons: That’s the gist, yes.

Roger: That said, you can really spin these wild horror narratives, huh?

Alfons: Like the back of my hand, indeed.

Alfons’ smile deepened, his hand on his chest.

Roger: Well, glad you’re safe and sound.

Alfons: I hope you can accept my sincere apologies for having stolen your job though.

Roger: Nah, it’s no big deal. I was able to hear something good myself.

Alfons: And what might that ‘good’ something be?

Roger: That you thought of me as a ‘skilled doctor,’ yeah?

Alfons: ...I was just playing with words. Don’t let it get to your head.

Roger: Ho-oh? I did think this before, but I’m pretty sure from your reaction just now, it was genuine.

Alfons: Well, the respect I hold for your optimism is, indeed, genuine through and through.

As this meaningless conversation blossomed...

A low, calm voice murmured.

Elbert: ...Al.

Alfons: Yes?

Elbert: Was there that ‘wonderful thing’ in you...?

Alfons: ...

—— Flashback ——

Alfons: Hence, I would like to use this as a test.

A: One to see if the thing called love really is within me.

A: And whether it is such a wonderful thing that can make me want to cling onto this greed and live.

—— End flashback ——

Alfons: ...Not at all.

A: But——if we are talking about a troublesome replacement so awful I can hardly bear it... then yes, I do have that.

Elbert: ...I see.

I wanted to make a mess out of her, to the point it hurt her so much that she could never recover from it.

It would be a far cry to say this feeling was the same as whatever she was pouring into me, but

——That very thing was, without a doubt, there within me.

—— Kate’s POV ——

(I wonder if Alfons is alright... is he hurt anywhere?)

In the carriage, I was fidgeting the entire time as I awaited his return.

(...Maybe, like this, from here on out...)

(Many more nights may pass with worry while waiting for Alfons.)

But, even so... I wanted to believe that he would surely return.

As long as he had a place in my mind——and, if possible, forevermore.

When I clasped my hands together as though in prayer... I heard several footsteps.

(...Could it be?)

With trembling fingertips, I opened the curtain that covered the carriage window just a little and peeked outside.

(Ah——)

And the moment I found that figure, I opened the door and burst outside.

Kate: ...Welcome back! You’re not hurt anywhere, are you...?

Alfons: ......... ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : )

Having been walking ahead, his raven hair wavered as he blinked.

Kate: Ah, wait. You don’t have to answer me. I can’t have you dodging my questions yet again.

K: I’ll be checking over your body, head to toe.

K: So take off your coat.

When I extended my hands to his clothes, all of a sudden Alfons burst out laughing.

Alfons: ...hehe.

Kate: ...? What is it...?

Alfons: No, it’s just... hehe, sorry, I... pfft, ahaha!

Kate: Wh—what’s going on!? Is something funny...?

Alfons: Haa... no, it’s just I was very much looking forward to what sort of naughty face I’d be greeted with...

A: ...only to be met with such a wholesome expression, about to be stripped without a shred of sexiness to be seen.

A: ...So, I suppose it’s just a bit anticlimactic, or funny, perhaps.

Kate: N.. ‘naughty face,’ you say——

—— Flashback ——

Kate: When you come back, I will give you a service you won’t forget.

Alfons: ...Come again?

Kate: I... I mean...

K: Weren’t you the one... who said ‘since I’ve made you hold back, I will have to compensate with a service to make up for it?’

Alfons: ...I see now. Indeed, it would seem like I’m left with no choice but to return, yes?

—— End flashback ——

As I remembered my words I had sent him off with, blood rushed to my face.

Alfons: Ah, I see you remembered?

A: Do give me that very service, okay?

Kate: !?

His whispers in my ear made my mind imagine many naughty scenarios,

even though, just before, I had gone pale worrying over his life.

Elbert: Service...? ∑(O_O)

Roger: Ho-oh? So the lil lady made such a promise, huh.

R: You’ve been tainted by Al quite a bit.

Kate: N-no, that’s... that’s not it, I think——

Liam: Oh, what’s this what’s this? Who tainted who?

Ellis: Your face is pretty red, Kate. Are you okay?

Kate: Ah, uhm...

I felt flustered with everyone on my case at the same time with curiosity on their faces.

Alfons: Well now, I do find myself ever uncertain on how to answer. ...Isn’t that right, Kate?

Kate: ...!

Indeed, Alfons was indeed this type of person.

—— Flashback ——

Harrison: Oh, what, so you already made a move on her, Al.

Alfons: Hehe, I do find myself ever uncertain on how to answer. ...Isn’t that right, Miss Kate?

—— End flashback ——

Ever since the day he first showed me an illusion that he was my ‘lover’ and spent the night with me, it had always been that way.

(Whenever he opens his mouth, nothing good comes out of it.)

(He played with my sincere feelings, making them spin upon the palm of his hand,)

(all the while keeping his true feelings to himself.)

One word was more than enough to make a mess out of my mind, and it would fill to the brim with thoughts of him.

But, in spite of all that——

He would take a space in my mind, driving away my pain and sadness,

and he was the fool of a man who showed me comfortable dreams, and then tried to disappear like that.

Indeed——that was the ‘truth’ of yours that I had come to so deeply love.

Kate: ...

Pulling on the lapels of his coat, I pulled Alfons in and pressed my lips against his.

Elbert & Roger: ... (□_□)

Liam: Wowie... (O.O)

Alfons: ... (O_O)

Kate: ...I’ve been tainted so much by you, I end up doing things like this.

Just as he wanted to leave marks on me, I, too, wanted to leave mine on Alfons.

Well, such a thing probably couldn’t even hold a candle to whatever he had carved in me.

Kate: And from now on... you’ll go on to taint me even more, won’t you?

My eyes filled with embarrassment, I shot a glare at him, to which he responded with an exasperated-looking smile.

Alfons: ...You truly are a fool, aren’t you.

A: If the picture from here on out turns out awful and you end up regretting it, it won’t be on me then.

[1] Even if it does, I won’t regret it.

[2] Who can say how it’ll turn out? (+4 / +4)

[3] Mixing the colors of that picture is what makes it beautiful.

Kate: But, who can say how it’ll turn out? Nobody knows.

K: Of course, the colors may end up becoming a mess,

K: but, it could also become something very beautiful, like a mosaic painting or stained glass.

Alfons: If said picture does turn out that way... I would very much like to lay my eyes on such a scene.

However many times, I will claw my way to his heart, and leave many marks,

because he was neither an illusion nor a mirage——right now, he was here before me.

——Or so I say.

Kate: ...

Now that I was before the door to his room, I felt my heart was going to break.

(I know I said I was going to give him a service he’d never forget, but that doesn’t mean I thought about what that entailed...!)

Unable to look at Alfons, who was standing beside me, I ended up staring at the door without much intention.

(Besides, Alfons seems like the type to have done a lot of different types of role play and whatnot up until now...)

(So what if he’s disappointed like, ‘That’s all you’ve got?’... then what should I do?)

Such thoughts spun in my mind.

Alfons: ...hehe.

Hearing his stifled laugh made my shoulders jump.

And when I slowly turned to look beside me, he was looking at me as though he were looking at something positively amusing.

It was like he had laid his eyes on a cat who got tangled in a ball of yarn.

Alfons: For someone who had so passionately come at me about ‘wanting to do things that feel good’ while drinking at the pub,

A: you’re quite meek today, no?

Kate: ...Um... well, at that time, I was drunk...

Alfons: So that was the influence from the liquor?

Kate: No, that’s not it...

K: Even when I got rejected, I couldn’t get rid of my feelings for you... no matter what I did...

The more I spoke, the more it seemed my limbs were getting more tangled in yarn.

Alfons: But now such is not the case, and so you cannot bring yourself to be that bold, yes?

A: It’s a story you could find anywhere else, isn’t it? One where all the passion poofs when all the obstacles are gone.

Kate: N-no, that’s not it! In fact, I like you even more than I ever did then...!

Alfons: Is that so?

His sensually beautiful smile filled my entire vision.

Kate: Ah...!

By the time I realized he had wheedled me into saying something embarrassing yet again, I found myself trapped in his arms——

Alfons: Well then... do tell me more about that, why don’t you.

With the hand that was behind his back, he opened the door, and while holding me, he invited me to his room like he was dancing.

(Ah...)

His fragrance became more prominent then.

The moment I felt that, my body felt hot.

Alfons: You won’t say something like how you’ll hold back tonight, will you?

to be continued…

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