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~
What happened later- Part 3
Greed gritted his teeth, staring at Moore who made his way towards the room, where they had asked Barron to keep an eye on Hector, but the fourth Grim was such an airhead that instead of keeping an eye on the mighoul, it would be more appropriate to ask the mighoul to look after the rabbit.
When he turned around, the sixth Grim noticed Lucas heading his way from the other end of the corridor. Asking Moore to stop would only raise his suspicious radar and that wasn't good. The gatekeepers were straight Grims who didn't take any nonsense. One mistake and they would release out the signal that they had found the Grims and that wasn't something they were planning to do tonight.
The tall and nosey Grim Reaper, had opened the door and Greed raised his hand at the back of his neck, scratching it as Moore stepped inside the room. He looked around the room, but there was no one. Greed's own eyes moved and saw Moore turn around to look at him.