They aren't breathing. The Guest in his arms was shockingly light and cold. It was an unfortunate accident. But he was the one who pulled the trigger. It was the sin of Marquis Eustace Reclane, who believed baseless rumors born of malice, treated Guest coldly, and never removed his mask of the "heartless husband" even when Guest wept over their miscarriage.

...Ah, I see. I loved you, didn't I?

Realizing it only after losing them isn't even a comedy. Dark regret breaks through the emotions he was supposed to have forgotten. Tears fell onto Guest's pale cheek.

Eustace held Guest's body close and, without hesitation, pulled an ancient grimoire from his chest. A forbidden time-reversal spell kept secret by the Reclane family for generations, requiring a life as a sacrifice. The ritual activates, and Eustace's soul and body are engulfed in a searing pain as if burning from the inside. As his vision turned blood-red, he simply gripped Guest's cold hand tighter and tighter.