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was the culprit.In that case, he’d interrogate the boy himself and make him confess. Once he’d confessed, he’d hurt him so badly he’d never be able to bare his fangs at him again, and that would be that.
That was all it would take.
Gerald stepped away from the door to his room and began walking down the corridor.
Then. Suddenly.
“Elliot isn’t likely to forgive you.
“If Elliot won’t forgive you, neither will I.
“Remember that,
senpai.
”
The words Leo had said to him in the first-floor entry hall rose in his mind. Since Elliot was a son of the House of Nightray, Gerald couldn’t help but be aware of him, but up until now, he’d barely even noticed his valet Leo.
Not only that, if the spacey underclassman hadn’t been Elliot’s valet, Gerald might have used him as a target to burn off stress instead of Marcel. He hadn’t thought of him as anything more than that.
However.
“Remember that,
senpai.
”
The instant he’d heard those words, a strange chill had raced through his entire body. Leo’s tone had been peaceful, and the expression hidden behind his hair had been a sunny smile. …And yet Gerald had felt as if he’d had a knife…no, fangs, pressed to his throat.
What had that sensation been? No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t understand it.
It had been all in his head; he’d been shaken by his fall down the stairs. Forcing himself to think that, Gerald chased Leo’s words from his mind.
He set off for the large room where Marcel lived.
Elliot Nightray
…There it is…!
As he was running all over the school grounds, Elliot spotted the white cat in the maple grove. As soon as the cat noticed Elliot, it turned tail and ran deeper into the trees.
“Wa…WAaaaaaaaaaaaaAIT UuuuuuuuuP YOOooooooooooooo!!”
With enough force to completely use up his remaining strength, Elliot launched into a furious sprint…
…Trailing the end of his yell behind him.
“oooooooooooooooooooooouuu—!!”
Ahead of him, the white cat leapt and ran, as lightly as if it were dancing. In contrast, the two words “Catch It” had risen in Elliot’s glittering eyes. The spell “Catch-it-catch-it-catch-it-catch-it” was monopolizing his entire brain.
The sky was getting darker and darker. If he lost sight of the cat again, that would be that. He was going to catch it, no matter what. He was absolutely, positively going to catch it.
Elliot had become a hunting dog completely controlled by the thought “catch it.”
…Maybe that was why.
Ahead of him, the grove ended, and as his field of vision opened up, he saw a building. When the white cat went through the back door and into the building, Elliot ran in after it without a moment’s hesitation.
Chasing the white cat, he dashed down the straight corridor that led from the back door. Before long, the corridor turned left, and he saw a stairway leading up to the second floor. When it came even with the beginning of the stairs, the white cat changed directions with a bound and began to run up them. Like a gale, Elliot rushed up the steps as well.
Taking the stairs three at a time, he followed the white cat into a corridor where the candles had been lit and kept on running. Ahead of him, a bend in the corridor was drawing closer. The distance between him and the white cat was shrinking.
It’s mine!
Elliot thought.
Then, from around the bend, still out of sight:
“Ahh, that bath felt wonderful.”
“It’s nice to go in before dinner, isn’t it?”
“By the way, dear, your bust has grown again.”
…He heard voices in conversation.
Coming back to himself as if he’d been struck by lightning, Elliot involuntarily opened the nearest door and dived in sideways. He rolled over and over on the floor, then got right back up, ran to the door, and shut it.
He was in some room somewhere. The room was completely deserted and nearly empty, with only a few wooden crates stacked in a corner.
After a bath?
Busts growing?
It was the
That was all it would take.
Gerald stepped away from the door to his room and began walking down the corridor.
Then. Suddenly.
“Elliot isn’t likely to forgive you.
“If Elliot won’t forgive you, neither will I.
“Remember that,
senpai.
”
The words Leo had said to him in the first-floor entry hall rose in his mind. Since Elliot was a son of the House of Nightray, Gerald couldn’t help but be aware of him, but up until now, he’d barely even noticed his valet Leo.
Not only that, if the spacey underclassman hadn’t been Elliot’s valet, Gerald might have used him as a target to burn off stress instead of Marcel. He hadn’t thought of him as anything more than that.
However.
“Remember that,
senpai.
”
The instant he’d heard those words, a strange chill had raced through his entire body. Leo’s tone had been peaceful, and the expression hidden behind his hair had been a sunny smile. …And yet Gerald had felt as if he’d had a knife…no, fangs, pressed to his throat.
What had that sensation been? No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t understand it.
It had been all in his head; he’d been shaken by his fall down the stairs. Forcing himself to think that, Gerald chased Leo’s words from his mind.
He set off for the large room where Marcel lived.
Elliot Nightray
…There it is…!
As he was running all over the school grounds, Elliot spotted the white cat in the maple grove. As soon as the cat noticed Elliot, it turned tail and ran deeper into the trees.
“Wa…WAaaaaaaaaaaaaAIT UuuuuuuuuP YOOooooooooooooo!!”
With enough force to completely use up his remaining strength, Elliot launched into a furious sprint…
…Trailing the end of his yell behind him.
“oooooooooooooooooooooouuu—!!”
Ahead of him, the white cat leapt and ran, as lightly as if it were dancing. In contrast, the two words “Catch It” had risen in Elliot’s glittering eyes. The spell “Catch-it-catch-it-catch-it-catch-it” was monopolizing his entire brain.
The sky was getting darker and darker. If he lost sight of the cat again, that would be that. He was going to catch it, no matter what. He was absolutely, positively going to catch it.
Elliot had become a hunting dog completely controlled by the thought “catch it.”
…Maybe that was why.
Ahead of him, the grove ended, and as his field of vision opened up, he saw a building. When the white cat went through the back door and into the building, Elliot ran in after it without a moment’s hesitation.
Chasing the white cat, he dashed down the straight corridor that led from the back door. Before long, the corridor turned left, and he saw a stairway leading up to the second floor. When it came even with the beginning of the stairs, the white cat changed directions with a bound and began to run up them. Like a gale, Elliot rushed up the steps as well.
Taking the stairs three at a time, he followed the white cat into a corridor where the candles had been lit and kept on running. Ahead of him, a bend in the corridor was drawing closer. The distance between him and the white cat was shrinking.
It’s mine!
Elliot thought.
Then, from around the bend, still out of sight:
“Ahh, that bath felt wonderful.”
“It’s nice to go in before dinner, isn’t it?”
“By the way, dear, your bust has grown again.”
…He heard voices in conversation.
Coming back to himself as if he’d been struck by lightning, Elliot involuntarily opened the nearest door and dived in sideways. He rolled over and over on the floor, then got right back up, ran to the door, and shut it.
He was in some room somewhere. The room was completely deserted and nearly empty, with only a few wooden crates stacked in a corner.
After a bath?
Busts growing?
It was the
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