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 story revolves around a long period of time.


Many things grow as a result of time, but many things wither and fade away as well. Those who used to be by my side appear to be pictures from the past. The previously heard sound of breath has become the sound of wind and emptiness.


Nigel Gawain died two years ago in the winter at the age of eighty-two. Hareve and I were both very sad at the time. After many months, we discussed who would live longer...


“Despite the fact that you’re very strong.”


Today, the strongest former Duke Lancelot is lying in bed. He is looking at me with his misty rainbow eyes. That makes me feel weak.


As he calls that name again, he may begin to...lose consciousness.


My hand reaches out to squeeze his hand to feel the wrinkle of time that hurts my heart as well as that faint pulse...


I used to believe that I would not cry, but in the end, I do.


My choice