Clive

'Every time I open my eyes, it marks the beginning of a tragedy. But this time... I have you by my side.'

The father of Clive Jr. and Hati, the current Gravekeeper of the Ganelon family. Centuries of warfare have driven its people north, but Clive's direct bloodline remains in Lupine Forest, bearing the burden of the Gravekeeper's duty.

Clive lives his entire life bound by inescapable duty, by inescapable fate—yet he chooses to stay. He never complains, never yields, until that destined one finally arrives.

I've heard much about the profound bond between Clive and Gadric. But only after seeing the full shape of their story did I realize—that what they shared was more than mere friendship; it was something far more intricate.

This explains Clive's extraordinary trust in Gadric. And Gadric never once betrayed that trust—even after Clive transformed into a beast.

Those who knew them could never understand why Clive treated his two children so differently. Though the adopted son Clive Jr. bore a striking resemblance to him, Clive kept his distance from this mirror image. They barely exchanged words—yet his demeanor held no aversion, only detachment.

It was only after I uncovered the truth that I understood: the detachment was a mask for guilt... guilt over his own younger self.

I'm grateful that I still remembered to keep my promise to Clive—even though I had 'forgotten,' and the promise was only fulfilled on Clive's final day.

I managed to meet him before he was fully corrupted by the Black Blood. Just as the story had played out before, the cycle repeated, leading everything to its end.

He had carried such a heavy burden, and still, he pressed on. The one who once saw me as a hero... proved to be the true hero.

A pillow Hati stitched for Clive—silent witness to many sleepless nights clouded with doubt. In one corner bloomed a small Wolfsbane, a quiet vow woven in thread. Over time, the bloom faded, foreshadowing a parting they could never escape.