Belle Adams' Butler Chapter 180 – Find The Culprit- Part 1

Barron seeing Belle leave the room, walked around the room which previously belonged to Evelyn Knivetton, a woman who a white witch which was not known by the people. 

“Who knew that you both would end up getting reincarnated and find yourself. Romantic, isn’t it?” asked Barron moving the books that were old and pulling the bed sheet that was used to cover the objects and other furniture in the room, “Does the irreversible make you invincible then?” Barron continued to ask. His hand pushing and pulling until a small teacup fell on the floor to break into little pieces and he quickly pushed it behind the table so that no one would know. 

“The bonds are not supposed to work for dead,” said Lucas, his eyebrows had drawn together and he walked towards the dressing table of the room. 

“But you have the mark,” Barron turned around to follow Lucas so that he wouldn’t end up breaking more things in here.

Lucas nodded his head, “We are not supposed to have bonds. We are told to not have relations with mortals of this world and not show emotions but we are made of emotions, aren’t we, Barron,” he asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror where he had adorned a body with flesh on it and in the sliver of a moment, the mirror showed his reaper face that was made of bones which looked as if it were old in time, “I guess the laws that were initially placed is faulty,” maybe the Grims were supposed to have emotions.

“Of course, it is. We have fallen from our working position and they are not able to find us Isn’t that amazing though?” asked Barron. Unable to keep quiet his bunny hands to himself, Barron pulled out the drawer from the dressing table and with the amount of force he used, the drawer came off the table to fall down on the ground. 

“Are you planning to break everything in this room?” Lucas asked and Barron quickly put his hand behind him.

“It wasn’t me!” came the quick automatic response of Barron to receive a stare from Lucas. 

Having Barron in the room was like having a child that needed constant attention because there was no telling when his curiosity would end up burning him in his bunny costume. In an effort of Barron pulling out the drawer had pulled the dressing table forward to hit a hollow space behind it. Curious, he stepped forward and pushed the dressing table out of the way. 

And as expected, there was a wooden case that was built in the wall. 

“Belle must have had too many secrets in the past to have these many hidden cases and room. What kind of witch was she?” asked Barron seeing Lucas who moved to reach for the box and when he opened it, a gas escaped to melt the skin and flesh on his hands. 

She must have been a very secretive person, thought Lucas to himself. But it was given that white witches had to be secretive without letting anyone know about who they were. He found parchments there. Taking it from there, he noticed these were entries of herself, a journal she had maintained and hidden all these years. 

“I doubt she remembers everything,” commented Barron, his eyes looking up at Lucas curiously. 

“She doesn’t. She saw what she was allowed to see and know through her ability. It is hard to remember past lives, like us Grim reapers who brought into the land of the dead, we have no idea of what and how are life was because the realm of the living doesn’t matter once you cross over and live in the dead,” said Lucas. 

Barron gave him a nod, “She doesn’t remember. Do you think you will remember how you tricked the Hawverts and the others in the land of the dead?”

“I don’t know,” answered Lucas and he took himself to sit on the bed and Barron quickly climbed up, leaning forward to see what the parchments were about. 

“What is that?” asked the curious rabbit wanting to know everything. 

“Looks like Evelyn’s diary.” 

There was no mention of the year but there were writings that matched Belle’s handwriting. It was eerie yet fascinating at the same time that there were so many similarities that matched Belle and the former person who was killed in this mansion that was proof enough that Evelyn had been reborn. 

‘It has been more than thirty-years now since mother and father have passed away. Sadly, there’s no grave that I can go to visit and talk to them. I bought a house, and I built it in a way I think is suitable for me. I am hoping to bring you back, with the potions that I create and the spells that are used. The old book which has now been lost and burnt, I memorized the diagrams enough on how to communicate with the dead.’

Another entry in the page spoke,

‘I summoned the demon from the other land but it seems quite stubborn when I asked to bring you back. I have been using the summons but the creature got angry, threatening to kill me if I called it.’

Lucas frowned reading this, “Do we have demons who help in trading the lives of the dead?” he asked Barron who shrugged his shoulders. 

“I don’t think it is possible but since I am coming across all these weird things, I am having my doubts on what to believe and what to not,” said Barron.

Lucas went to read the entries further, ‘The demon appears to have a temper but there’s some melancholy in its heart. The more I speak, the more I realize how similar we are. Alone in a world where no one would come to understand, hidden in darkness with no light until everything turns to a void. The demon wears long black robes that are old and tattered-‘ 

He realized that this wasn’t a demon but a reaper. She was speaking about Guilt.