Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 205

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A few hours ago…

Barron was walking past the corridor where the Grim’s were captured to see if Greed and Baltimore were still there in their assigned rooms and had not disappeared from the mansion as it would be disastrous.

Taking a peek at the room where Greed was, his eyes moved to see Greed who was already staring at him as if he knew he was going to have a visitor.

“What are you doing in the rabbit suit?” asked Greed and he sighed, shaking his head, “You look pathetic. For a Grim reaper to be captured is shameful, but then I wouldn’t be surprised that Guilt has abilities that none of us knew.”

“Aren’t you a Grim reaper yourself?” asked Barron, he placed his rabbit hand against the door, leaning against it fashionably as he was the superior here.

“I am, but in a better position than you and the dumb Grim who is on mute. Clearly, Guilt favours me more than you.”

Barron scoffs, “You love-struck reaper. If you don’t know, I am the one walking around freely, unlike you stuck like dirt in a corner so needless to say, I am the one who is considered to be safe around him and Belle.”

“Is this why you fell from the Grim position? To help a pesky little mortal?” asked Greed, getting down from where he was seated, to walk near the ends of the lines and sit down.

“I did not fall off from the position,” said Barron.

This had Greed look at him with intrigue, “You got captured too? You poor little rabbit-”

“Shut up sticky Grim,” Barron knew that he shouldn’t talk to this one as he would get under one’s skin and he was ready to turn and leave when he heard Greed say,

“How about I free you from that toy and clear your name without any charges by the Hawverts if you help me? What do you say?”

“No, thank you,” said Barron leaving the room hearing Greed continue to sway him. If the sixth card of the Grims was thinking it was easy to get Barron to listen to him, he was wrong. He was Barron the fourth Grim, and he would not be caught in these lies. He walked now to meet the next Grim, “Balti,” Barron greeted him with a laugh. Enjoying mute time?”

Baltimore who was sitting in the cell quietly glared at the rabbit who had come to see him.

“How is life in the cell, Balti? Enjoying some quality time with yourself?” poked Barron. Baltimore said something but Barron couldn’t hear a thing, “It was good talking to you,” and he left the room.

Barron spent some more time looking at the wall, trying to press his cotton hands on the walls to see if there were any more secret passages in here. But he could touch the walls only till where he could reach and he didn’t want to pull out his scythe to tap onto the walls. After spending some more time with the walls, the rabbit finally sneaked out of the mansion to go get some apples as a reward for looking after the mansion.

With no servant in view, Barron walked like this mansion belonged to him, his legs carrying him to walk towards the apple orchard. What Barron didn’t realize was that even though there was no one outside, there was a maid who had gone up to clean the windows as instructed by the butler. She was cleaning it by dipping the cloth in the bucket and was ready to wipe when she noticed something like snow moving across the ground.

Her brows furrowed at the sight and she wondered if the wind was creating the ball of snow as it looked quite small. And it was when the snowball reached the apple orchard, did she realize that this was not snow but it looked like Miss Belle’s rabbit.

The cloth slipped from her hand when the rabbit started to climb and her eyes went wide in shock. She quickly ran from there, dropping everything on the floor. When she saw the other two maids working, she called them in fright.

“The demon is back!”

“What demon?” asked the other maid.

“The one that likes to possess the rabbit of Miss Belle! Hurry, look outside!”

The maids were curious as to what happened and they quickly walked out of the mansion, while peeping behind the pillars to look at the rabbit which looked almost similar to snow but this snow moving right now.

“Look look! Right up there!” said the maid, pointing her fingers without being too loud to alert the demon.

“Oh my God! The demon is back!”

“What are we going to do?” asked the maid who had already been frightened as the same rabbit had pushed the bucket of water on the floor when she was cleaning, “What do you think it is doing?!”

“Maybe that is where it lives! It visits the mansion and goes back to the tree!” answered one of them.

Another maid who was walking by saw the three of the maids who were hiding behind the pillars, asked, “What are you three doing instead of working?”

“Shhh!” the three maids turned to bring their fingers on their lips, “There’s a rabbit demon.”

“What nonsense? I thought we shooed it away,” she was one of the senior-most maids in the mansion apart from Lucas and the coachman.

“Come look here,” the maid waved who was near the pillar, “Look at that tree on the left.”

Barron who didn’t know he had attracted attention to himself continued to climb the tree where his hand suddenly got stuck on the bark of the old tree, “Damn old tree!” scolded Barron, trying to get his hand away, he heard the slight tear that had his eyes go wide, “My hand!” he cried.

After inspecting for a good thirty seconds, he continued to climb and then juggled to get an apple from the tree.