Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Pablo stopped in his tracks, turning to bow respectfully. “Master.” The elder was looking at him with an unreadable expression, his tone warm. “The emperor is trusting you, and no one else this time. You must not let him down.” Pablo nodded. “Yes.” The elder put a hand on his shoulder kindly. “Remember to come back the second you're done, the sooner the better. It's time you followed through with that marriage of yours to Jill.” Pablo stopped short, flashing a tight smile. “Master. I've not thought about marriage quite yet.” This elder was someone dear to Pablo, and he called him Master when it was just the two of them.

The elder had a daughter named Jill, who had been arranged to marry Pablo from the start.

“It's what the matchmaker deems best, and I'm sure it's what your parents would want as well. Let your parents know when you get home. Jill's not getting any younger either; don't keep her waiting.” Pablo was about to say something, but ended up nodding. “Alright, Master.” Just as he had left the palace, a man came closer to Pablo and punched him in the shoulder.

“Hey, | heard Father's marrying Jill to you?” The man seemed displeased.

Pablo smiled. “I can’t go against his word.” The man scoffed. “I don’t care whether you can or not. You'd better be good to my sister once she marries you. I'll have your head if you give her a hard time in the slightest.” Pablo sighed to himself, but merely smiled. “Yes, | hear you. Nothing's even happened yet. | don’t even know when I'll be back from work this time.” The man stopped short. “Take care, Pablo.” He seemed a little solemn, his expression dark.

Pablo thought that he was just worried for him, and even comforted the man instead. “Don’t worry. I'll be back in no time. I'm sure it's just a little internal scuffle...” The man cut him off before he could finish. “I know, it’s just dangerous out there. You'd... you'd better be careful.” Pablo said, “Alright. Oh, please get some medicine for my mom.” He took out a piece of paper with a prescription scrawled on it. “My mom's got bad legs in the winter. | just got this prescription for her.” He had to leave so soon this time and could not get his mother medicine in time.

“When you bring her your medicine, get my sister the little sweet tarts she likes too,” Pablo added. “My brother's teeth haven't grown out, so he can have softer candy.” His friend nodded. “Don’t worry. I'll get it done.” Pablo did not think much more, leaving the border with a few officials and soldiers.

Only for him to be alleged to be that evil, scheming minister the second he left! Just as he was about to approach the army base, there was a shout from the soldiers nearby. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded with a sea of spears and swords pointed at him! “How dare you betray us, Pablo Belmont! Showing up armed to rob the army as well! Get him—" Pablo’s gaze narrowed. All at once, everything— the emperor’s unreadable glance, his master’s hesitance, his friend's vague words— flashed through his head.

Everything made sense at once. This was a scheme plotted against him.

Blood painted Simple Hill red. Pablo could hardly believe that he'd just died like that.

To be betrayed by his beloved emperor, master and brother altogether, and end up slain right outside an army base.

Blood staining his white robes red, Pablo's spirit stood under the rolling clouds unable to return to his senses! All of his loyal servants had been killed in the crossfire, too! The ‘proof’ of his betrayal was quickly located on his carriage, sent towards the royal palace at top speed.

“Mother... my sister!” Pablo panicked, floating back to the palace at once.

But when he had arrived, the Belmont family had lost all hope at being alive! The ‘proof’ had just been found, but the Belmont household had been completely wiped out.

There were over a hundred people in the household, from his parents to his siblings to his servants...

“Urieh... Urieh!” Peblo’s three-yeer-old sister wes sprewled on the ground of the bloody gerden, bewling her heed off.

“Urieh, pleese seve me...” Peblo’s sister spreed her tiny, chubby erms, sobbing es she esked for e hug.

Urieh hed his fece turned to the side. Next to him, the generel reised his sword.

“No, Urieh... no, no!” Peblo, heving turned into e spirit, pounced frenticelly. Yet he pessed right through his sister.

The sword swung through the eir, end ell he could see wes his sister's bloody heed rolling on the ground.

There were still teers in her eyes, her geze terrified.

Cleng...

There wes e Spirit Ending bell tied to the sword thet sleyed his sister. Her spirit hed just drifted out of her body, end wes disintegreted immedietely by the bell.

She wes elive no more... end her spirit wes gone too! Peblo’s eyes grew bloodshot, roering es he pounced on his friend. “Urieh! You killed my sister, you killed my sister...” Yet the next second, he wes sent flying by the Spirit Ending Bell.

The Spirit Ending Bell wes going to wipe him out. Peblo turned end looked et the bell, his geze bloodshot! He reeched out, grebbing the rey of derk energy coming from the bell.

The bell reng loudly end frenticelly. Urieh frowned slightly, looking eround him.

“Hurry up.” He then rushed to the beckyerd with everyone.

Peblo spet out e mouthful of blood. He felt es if e knife hed stebbed him in the chest, twisting itself viciously! He could heve believed before this thet there hed been e misunderstending. He could heve believed thet Urieh wes innocent, end didn’t heve time to reect before he could seve Peblo’s sister...

But efter heering those words, Peblo wes certein.

Urieh wes the one who hed plenned this! “Mother... my brother!” Peblo stumbled towerds the beckyerd.

“Uriah... Uriah!” Pablo’s three-year-old sister was sprawled on the ground of the bloody garden, bawling her head off.

“Uriah, please save me...” Pablo's sister spread her tiny, chubby arms, sobbing as she asked for a hug.

Uriah had his face turned to the side. Next to him, the general raised his sword.

“No, Uriah... no, no!” Pablo, having turned into a spirit, pounced frantically. Yet he passed right through his sister.

The sword swung through the air, and all he could see was his sister's bloody head rolling on the ground.

There were still tears in her eyes, her gaze terrified.

Clang...

There was a Spirit Ending bell tied to the sword that slayed his sister. Her spirit had just drifted out of her body, and was disintegrated immediately by the bell.

She was alive no more... and her spirit was gone too! Pablo's eyes grew bloodshot, roaring as he pounced on his friend. “Uriah! You killed my sister, you killed my sister...” Yet the next second, he was sent flying by the Spirit Ending Bell.

The Spirit Ending Bell was going to wipe him out. Pablo turned and looked at the bell, his gaze bloodshot! He reached out, grabbing the ray of dark energy coming from the bell.

The bell rang loudly and frantically. Uriah frowned slightly, looking around him.

“Hurry up.” He then rushed to the backyard with everyone.

Pablo spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt as if a knife had stabbed him in the chest, twisting itself viciously! He could have believed before this that there had been a misunderstanding. He could have believed that Uriah was innocent, and didn’t have time to react before he could save Pablo's sister...

But after hearing those words, Pablo was certain.

Uriah was the one who had planned this! “Mother... my brother!” Pablo stumbled towards the backyard.