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Belle Adams' Butler

Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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427 Chs

Out of boat- Part 1

Music Recommendation: Jigoku Shoujo/Hell Girl OST - Ake ni Somaru

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Belle couldn't believe that there were pre-existing stars before her and the other two girls which Rower confirmed it now. 

"Why were they not informed? Wait, how long has it been since the black witch's powers have been curbed down?" asked Belle as until now, she had never heard or tried to understand it. All her goal was to keep the stars alive and make sure that the black witches would not be successful in accessing the black magic which was hidden away on the other side of the gates. 

The boat they were in continued to move by itself, taking a direction which didn't need the grim reaper's interference, "Let me think," drawled Rower in thoughtfully, "Must be two hundred centuries ago. It isn't that long."