Belle Adams' Butler Chapter 362 – 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.

“Was there something you were looking for?” asked Greed. If you need to rest, the bed is up that might…accommodate you,” said Greed, his eyes moving from the shoes up to the Grim’s face. 

Barron and Hector were not here. Did they move to the next room? Asked Greed to himself. Moore looked evidently suspicious and because of the smell of death each and every reaper or a Grim carried with themselves. 

“I was looking for the restroom,” said Moore after his eyes continued to inspect the room.

Greed bowed his head, “Let me take you there,” he said with a bright smile, stepping away from the front of the door. He cocked his head to the side, which almost touched his shoulder when he saw the tall Grim didn’t follow him. 

“Did someone die here?” came the next question, “My apologies for the rude question.” 

Lucas who had reached the room, sensed the room to be empty. He had come in time to hear the question being asked by the eleventh Grim reaper, the reaper who came after him in the line of the cards and also creation. After the first four original Grim Reapers were created, the gatekeepers were brought in, who took the position of the ninth and eleventh Card in the Grims. 

“My apologies on behalf of my butler, was there something you are looking for?” Lucas had a pure and innocent expression on his face that looked harmless like any other mortal. 

Moore could smell the scent of death which was not subtle. The smell had been coming from here, wafting in the air and atmosphere to reach the hall where he had been sitting. Not letting the matter slide, the tall Grim smiled but he was someone who had no practice like Greed and Lucas to act like mortals. 

Moore looked like he would fit well with the crowd of Hallow or maybe to be part of the scarecrow collection because of the way he smiled at them, “I was asking your butler if someone died. I work in the church, down in the South,” paused Moore before saying, “I can sense an evil aura around here. In this room.”

Lucas stared at the tall Grim. The only evil in the mansion was the Grims that included the person who was speaking about evil. Lucas put up a sullen look on his face while noticing how Barron and Hector had vanished to God knows where, “We lost two maids, a week ago.” 

“How unfortunate,” came Moore’s dull voice that barely held any sympathy in it. Greed who was standing and listening could only tell that Moore and Edgar were not cut out for the land of the living. Then the next question was fired, “What happened?” 

“They got burnt,” answered Lucas, “It was self-killing. Voodoo magic.”

“Hmm,” came the response from Moore who then said, “I would like to go to the restroom. I apologise for intruding in here but…I think it would be good to get the mansion exorcised.” 

Lucas and Belle had called Isabell in the past when Barron had scared the living life of the souls who worked in this mansion, “We have a family father in the nearby Church. I will make sure to consult it with Belle.”

“Congratulations on your engagement with the miss,” the tall reaper bowed his head by bringing the hat down for the second time in the evening, “Hope you have a good marriage.”

“I hope you can make it,” replied Lucas, a smile upon his lips and Greed’s eyes moved to look at Lucas, “Please take the kind and polite Sir to the restroom.” Lucas saw both of them leave and silently asking Greed to watch over Moore. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had expected to see the two of these Grims to show up. 

And it was the reason why he had picked the day to propose and make his relationship official with Belle. With the number of the Grims who were present under this roof while witnessing and being part of the occasion, it was more or less considered that the other Grims had approved about a mortal being with an immortal. 

A grin appeared to form at the corner of his lips. He turned back to see the empty room. It seemed like Belle had got them to jump through the window. He would need to go and check on the shortie who was surprisingly busy enjoying the desert in his hand. Dropping by at the kitchen he got the maids to make two more of them before heading towards Edgar who was almost done with the glass of desert. 

“Would you like to have another one?” Lucas offered in a polite tone. Edgar looked in the direction where Moore had gone and had not appeared yet. With nothing else to do, the man shrugged his shoulder.

“Just one more. Hmph!” and the Grim reaper took it in his hand. 

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