Hakushaku to Yousei
Fairy in the form of a cat, he’s Lydia’s childhood friend and partner. He’s quite brazen, but very particular about appearance and meals. He likes to act like a gentleman.
Continuing from her late mother, she aims to become a fairy doctor. Able to see fairies, she’s also able to communicate with them. Impetuous and spirited, but ultimately very soft-hearted. On her way to see her father in London, she gets caught up in trouble.
Young man who shows up as Lydia heads to London, but something about him seems rather fishy…
Very good-looking young man who says he’s an earl. Learning that Lydia’s a fairy doctor, he asks for her help. Unable to tell whether he’s a gentleman or a rogue, he’s very evasive, and from the moment they met, Lydia’s constantly being thrown for a loop by him.
and rather mysterious-seeming young man. Quite skilled at combat, he’s completely devoted to his master.
Edgar’s retainer and Raven’s older sister. Mature and beautiful, she dresses as a man.
That Man, Is He a Rogue or a Gentleman
“Now then, Mr. Gotham, we’ve been through a number of things together. I would like to thank you for everything,” the slender young man said. He smiled charmingly and continued pointing his pistol at the mustached man before him.
“……Stop it. I-if it’s money you want, I’ll give you everything……” the portly man who was tied to the chair said hoarsely as he shivered.
“That’s very kind of you. One more thing, I would also like the legendary star sapphire ‘merrow’s star’.”
“Ah, that…… really is a legend and can only be found in stories. It doesn’t exist……” he muttered.
The slender man lowered his pistol and glanced around the room.
“After I went through all the trouble of preparing this wonderful stage and even setting aside a special seat for you. You disappoint me.”
Gotham was tied to a large white seat in his psychological research lab. Several brains preserved in formaldehyde lined the shelves.
Normally, Gotham was the one to look cold-heartedly at the subjects tied to the seat, but the tables were now turned.
The young man, who was supposed to be his subject, had a pistol in hand and toyed idly with the scalpels lined up nearby. While mussed, his hair was a bright golden blond. And even though his clothes were old and worn, his fingertips as he slowly walked around the room caressing a medicine bottle meaningfully, his commanding gaze as he turned, every aspect of the young man’s manner was refined. Gotham was unaware of the young man’s lineage, but most likely he wasn’t a mere ruffian. Right now, before Gotham’s eyes, was an incredibly dangerous beast showing his true self.
The young man paced around Gotham as though verifying how weak his prey was before raising his pistol again. The man’s perfect smile, which could charm people in an instant, made Gotham fear terrified despair instead.
The young man seemed almost like a God of death as he spoke in unaccented King’s English.
“I’m afraid I must take my leave now, mister. It’s a shame that ‘merrow’s star’ doesn’t exist. I guess it means that you’ll never have the chance to see it, either.”
His finger moved to the trigger.
“W-wait.” Gotham’s decision to tell everything didn’t come from fear of death, but rather from the fear that the demon inside the young man would chase after him and continue to torment him after his death.