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Chapter 11 by Gatsha Gatsha

What was I planning to do to Beatrice?

Show her my love, of course! (Pink Trigger)

If you've heard about me, EVA, surely you know my only wish is to show her my love!

"No, actually," EVA responded immediately, raising an eyebrow. "Nobody is saying that about you at all. Is that how you see yourself?"

...

Ahem. Yes, love is what powers my Pink Trigger, and what allows me to create my stories. The characters of this story are like my friends... Some are like my family... But, ideally, most of the women are my lovers.

"Super gross." The witch grimaced in disgust, taking a few steps back. "I'm sorry I asked!" Something different seemed to occur to her, though, and she did her best to hide her previously transparent distaste. "All right, so, I take it you're more head-over-heels for my predecessor than anyone else, right? Quick, pretend I'm her! You've got a captive audience. Make your confession."

... It's a little embarassing, but I'll give it a shot... Ahem. Beatrice... Even before I read your story, after viewing the surviving records of the grand portrait that once hung in the hall of your esteemed mansion, I've longed to meet you, to worship you... To kiss your painted lips... To worship at your feet, if that was what it took for you to acknowledge me. I can't understand every facet of your great mystery, but that mystery itself is what I love. That, and your imposing presence as the ruler of this island... Your golden hair and your stylish dress... Your beautiful body and, of course, your bewitching smile... I want them all for myself! As if by those stakes of yours themselves, I feel my heart has been pierced- Ack!

EVA had been watching holding her breath with a silly smile on her face; I had interpreted that as embarrassment at my lavish confession, but I now realized she was probably trying to stifle a laugh. She and I both looked at the ritual stake now embedded through my back... "Oooh, tough luck, Player! Rejection can be painful. In times like this, though, all you can do is pick yourself up off the floor, dust yourself off, give up, and diiiiie!! Kyahahahahahaha!!!" She stopped addressing me as I fell to the floor, walking around and speaking to the one behind me. "Still, that's harsh, my Predecessor! I think that guy really was in love with you, you know?"

I was sure my Beatrice responded, but I didn't hear her words...

Is my love not enough? I might need a different magic to make Beatrice mine...

What's next?

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