A supportive brother gets to live a new life as one of the main characters in a Boy Love Game as “Gilbert Bedivere,” the son of a duke, who was his family’s pride.

His goal for this life is that he will have a slow living lifestyle, staying far away from problems.

But who would have known that getting too close to the main characters, who are his friends and his younger brother, will lead him away from the goal he has set!

Who are those main characters surrounding him…?

Hareve Lancelot… a white haired boy with rainbow eyes who makes all the girls go crazy, as expected of the owner of the famous SM route and the user of the light magic. Even though he looks cold on the outside, who would have known he is super hot-tempered!

Nigel Gawain… an adorable-looking boy with silver eyes, an owner of the 3P route, but who would have known that he is just a fluffy boy!

Cass Bedivere… the protagonist of the game, with his golden eyes and hair, he appears in the immoral love route. Even though he is born with dark magic, who would have known that he has also interesting relationships with other characters.

Not to mention many other characters that Gilbert has never met,

He now feels the problems lining up for him!

Dear New Life, Please Tone Down My Presence for a Bit!!

Say it quickly and get out of here as soon as possible. I admit that being with you for an extended period of time does not make me feel very good.


Hareve only casts a fleeting glance at the holy sword next to him before turning to me, “...Arthur.”


“King Arthur's letter to Prince Salzaal...a note saying he is Arthur.”


I crack a smile at Hareve’s words… Only I, Calis, and Salzaal are aware of that. The possibility that the holy sword also knows that, means she may have peered into my memories again.


Stalkers respect the privacy of those they are following more than you, Aunt!


May I curse my ancestors! Why had you sealed this sword when you could simply throw it into the sea and drown it?


“What do you want?” It feels like a difficult task to demand my own rights and liberty. I turn to face the current owner of the sword. “Excalibur already knows everything I know...”


The past's picture is as lovely as the painting painted with watercolor pencils, your heart will be content as long as you do not know what is behind it. Part I