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Continued from part 3-

“That’s GILBERT?!!! But he looks nothing like the man I met that time!” you spluttered. A

white-haired red-eyed, pale- no, an albino… “Kesesese! Zhat’s right fraulein. I am zhe

awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!” Gilbert laughed obnoxiously, gaining weird looks of

disbelief from you and a facepalm from Ludwig. “Can you please tell us vhy you are here,

bruder?” Ludwig was already beyond the word irritable. “Oh, Vest, zhere’s no need to be

impatient, is zhere?” Ludwig just sighed, and you were already wondering how Ludwig could

keep up with such an egotistical idiot of a brother. “Alright! Please just cut this

short. I’m tired of hearing your awesome shit. Arschloch! Just tell me already what you

need from us!” you went into your gangster mode, yelling at the idiot. “Geez, be calm,

Fraulein. I would hate to have you as my sis-in-law! Alright. I came here just to tell you

that…” He trailed off, probably forgetting what he came here for. “(name)? Let’s go.”

Ludwig extended a hand to you, and you nodded. Starting to leave the ‘awesome’ guy alone,

both of you sighed and walked away. “Wait! I got it! I got it! Someone in another family

ordered your assassinations!” Gilbert shrieked, and the two of you just stood there,

shocked. You went back, dragging Gilbert, you whispered, “Alright. Let’s get this cleared

up, buddy.”

Spending too much time outside arguing and shooting down snipers, you skipped the rest of

school along with Ludwig, saying that the both of you felt unwell. Kiku brought you back

to your mansion. Opening the limousine door (a/n- awesome right?!), you stepped down,

entering your gigantic house, whilst the two Germans gaped in its beauty. They weren’t

surprised about the size; for their houses and bases were the same size, but they were

impressed by its beauty. Sitting down on the couch in the room you usually make

negotiations, you gestured for the two guys to sit down as well. “Look (name), I’m sorry

for meine bruder’s interruption.” Ludwig bowed, forcing his brother’s head down with his

left hand. “Don’t worry; it’s also partly my fault. I shouldn’t have shouted.” You bowed

down as an apology as well. Raising your head, you glanced at Gilbert. “Now, let’s deal

with this troublemaker, shall we?” You looked into the depths of ruby red eyes, which were

sparkling with crocodile tears. He looked dejected nonetheless, as if he were a puppy

rejected by its mother… The very thought made you giggle and unable to stay angry at the

crestfallen guy. “So… I take it that you forgive me, fraulein?” You nodded. Gilbert pumped

his fist into the air, silently mouthing ‘yes’ with a smug smile plastered on his face,

earning a brother who was concerned about his future. “Then let’s cut to the chase. Who

ordered my and Ludwig’s assassinations?” you said quietly in a serious tone. “You see,

frau… The one who ordered your assassination was (different girl name) (different last

name). Do you know her?” Gilbert spoke softly, but the effects of those words were

immense. Right after the name slipped out of his mouth, you dropped to the ground, and

just sat there, looking like a lifeless doll, with tears slowly streaming down your face.

At that moment Kiku, entered the room, about to serve tea. Upon seeing his mistress on the

floor, with the two awkward men trying to comfort her, he rushed over to help you as well.

“Fraulein,(name), vhy are you crying?” Ludwig asked gently, wiping away your overflowing

tears with his thumbs. He could not comprehend why (name) would cry. You were a strong-

willed person, and that was shown in your ability to kill. You were also playful, and

kind… All you need to do was order her death as well… Why? Wiping away your tears, you

replied weakly, trying to keep your voice still.

“That girl… She’s my real sister.”