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G*hda was in the kitchen. He was in the kitchen because he was the personal chef of the Ushiromiya family. If that were not the case, he would not have been there. But it was the case, so it made sense that he were there. He was preparing the food for the lunch which the Ushiromiya family, Dr. Nanjo and Sir John Johnson would eat, because that is what chefs do: prepare food.
Anyway, he was preparing it with dedication, but do not be fooled, this was not because there were guests. He always gave it his all when preparing food.
You could think that that was just because he was a good employee, and while that was partially true, he also had another motive for working this hard.
"I'm sure the Madam will appreciate the rose hip," said G*hda talking alone. He had read in the Yomiuri, which he liked reading for the crossword puzzles but also for the cooking news, that rose hip could cure headaches. Of course, rose hip could not actually cure headaches, but it was the thought what mattered.
Going so far so as to add rose hip just to cure Natsuhi's headaches, you could think, if you were innocent enough, that he was an extremely good employee who just loved his work and appreciated his employer and that he had no ulterior motive.
But no, the truth was that he wanted to be with her.
G*hda knew that this was not allowed because he was a servant and poor people were not allowed to be in relationships with rich people, much less marry them. But he did not care about this.
There was also the fact that Natsuhi was a married woman, but G*hda knew that her marriage with Krauss had been an arranged one and probably did not actually love him, so he thought that if he worked hard enough, he could get her to leave her sexist and incompetent husband for a man who would actually love her and who would not waste his money on moon tourism. He was even willing to become Jessica's stepfather!
And so, G*hda, slow but steady, farmed Natsuhi Points (NP) by doing his job excellently and even doing the job of the other servants, with the hope of one day becoming one flesh with Natsuhi. Would he ever achieve it?
"Oh, Madam..."
After entering her room, Natsuhi closed the door. Her headaches had gotten way worse while listening to her husband and his siblings discussing about Kinzo's fortune. She really needed a moment alone in her room.
There, while sitting on her bed, she took out a photograph of a man, a man that she loved. But that man was not Krauss! Because what G*hda suspected was true, she did not actually love Krauss. The person she actually loved was...
"Father..." said Natsuhi melancholically, as if answering to the Narrator.
That is correct, it was a photograph of Kinzo Ushiromiya.
The whole thing was a wee bit weird because she called him "Father", but Kinzo was not her actual father so it was fine, maybe, well, actually, no, but you get the idea.
Natsuhi really respected him, but maybe she respected him WAY too much. So when she got to hear her husband and his siblings disrespecting him while discussing who would inherit each of his properties, she got mad. How had they dared?!
She knew that Kinzo did not deserve being treated this way by his children. It was at times like these that she regretted the most having married Krauss. But at the same time, she did not, because thanks to their marriage she had been able to meet the patriarch of the Ushiromiya family, the man she loved.
Depressed, she wished that she could be together with Kinzo in another life.
"Oooooh, Beatrice! Let me see your smile again! Just one more time!"
Kinzo shouted like a madman as he drank absinthe in his study, which was something that happened everyday all the time. You could almost say his routine only consisted of talking about Beatrice and drinking absinthe.
"...Genji, Give me another glass," said Kinzo because he wanted more absinthe. Genji obviously obliged him because it was his work even if this was bad for Kinzo's health.
Do not drink alcohol, it is carcinogenic and it also damages the liver.
Anyway, Kinzo was drowning his sorrows because he was sad about Beatrice being dead. The witch that had given him his entire fortune and that he had also loved.
Yes, because unlike his late wife, which he had never loved, Beatrice had been the woman that had given his life meaning. The Golden Witch.
When would he be able to meet with her again? Kinzo did not know this, and this distressed him. He would be willing to give up away everything he had just to be able to be with her another time. But that was impossible, so he had no other choice but to suffer.
"When will I be able to see you again, Beatriceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Beatrice was alone in the Witch's Smoking Room. She was not smoking even if the room was called that because it was not mandatory, though she could have done so if she had wanted to, since she had her pipe.
Smoking is also bad for your health, do not do it.
As Beatrice was there, she thought. Particularly, she thought about Battler. That is right, Battler Ushiromiya, the human who refused to believe that she existed and that continued to defy her. She thought about Battler because he was the man who had to find out the truth behind the murders of Rokkenjima. The man who was one, if not the most important motivation for all the bloodshed that happened.
And also, the man she loved. Because love was a crucial part of the mystery of Rokkenjima. Without love, it cannot be seen.
Would he remember his terrible sin and discover the truth of her real identity one day? Would he be able to understand why she had done all the things she had done? Would he be able to understand her love? Beatrice hoped that he would, hopefully soon, but his lack of progress really disappointed her.
"Do not disappoint me, Ushiromiya Battleeeeeeeeeer!"
Maybe she had her hopes too high. Yet she could not avoid it. Such was the power of love.
Sir John Johnson and Battler were watching TV together in the Meta-World. They were watching Sesame Street because it was Battler's favorite show, since it was quite challenging for someone of his intellectual age.
"Battler, this show is terrible," said Sir John Johnson honestly. For someone as intellectual as him, Sesame Street was not worthy of his time.
"Shh, Count von Count is counting!" said Battler who was thrilled to finally get to know which number goes after two.
As this happened, naturally, Sir John Johnson deduced all the scenes described previously. This was not easy since he had not been there when they happened, yet he still managed to do it. Sir John Johnson is awesome.
"You know, Battler," said Sir John Johnson. "Your family is terrible. No, really. And their servants too. Even their witch. They are messed up and have a nonsensical love dodecahedron going on. I am glad that you are not like them. And also that you will never love a witch. Witches do not exist, anyway."
Battler did not answer because he was too focused on the show.
Sir John Johnson just sighed.