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~
Why me?? - Part 2
Belle looked down at the dust that remained on the ground of her aunt, "Do you think there are others like this?" she questioned because if her aunt was walking freely into her home, where she had travelled by the carriage, wasn't it possible that things were not the same at her aunt's home?
"We don't know about that," replied Lucas, "Maybe the invitation might help in knowing if we have any more cases like this."
Barron, who shifted his gaze from the ground to look at Belle, asked, "Are you happy about her death?"
"I wouldn't say I was sad," came the truthful reply from Belle and Barron's ears moved up.
"Get the maids to clean this up. Spotless," ordered Lucas and Greed was the one who left the room. The master and slave bond went much deeper in the world of the dead that every word was to be followed which was why Barron had refused to create one with Lucas, instead, demanding to be the master and not the slave.