Gilbert pushes the servants away to get to you. He grabs you by the shoulders roughly, assessing the state of your injuries. His expression grows darker by each second that passes.

You’ve left a trail of blood as you stumbled through the doors of the Obsidian Castle. Your clothes are slashed and bloodied, your skin is pale and covered with the same crimson liquid and on top of that, you’re barely conscious.

“Who did this to you, Little Rabbit?” His red eye is glowing with rage. He needs to find the person who dared to touch his fiancé now.