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!!

“The only thing that has changed is you and Nigel...”


I stare at his eyes, feeling hilarious with those impossible words. “You, Hareve, have changed as well. You, Nigel, and I... We've all changed. We must change when we’ve grown up.”


In the midst of the silence, his gaze meets mine. I am not sure since when I cannot tell what those beautiful eyes of his are thinking. Angry? It might not be that. Disappointed? It might not be that either.


It is a severely negative feeling, and I do not understand its meaning…


I already said that he should see a doctor!


I step a length back from him, but he grabs my hand first. There is no dragging into his tight chest or muscles like in those scenes in a drama. He simply grabs my hand, looks up and looks into my eyes, and smiles.


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 II