Leon had followed her through his magic as she arrived at Mr. Dante’s mansion. Everyone around her had worn the same black attire as she did. She looked at the crying faces of people feeling as though she had been pulled to her traumatic incident where she had hosted her sister’s funeral.To make it worse, this was the funeral of her sister’s fiance.She walked toward the room only for one lady who noticed her first. The woman stopped next to her, wiping her tears that was still warm in her eyes.“I am glad to see you, Miss Belle.”Belle looked across her shoulder to find it was Lady Evan, the older sister of Mr. Dante.She bowed to the woman, expressing her sincerest greeting, “My condolences, Lady Evan. I … don’t know what to say to you.”“Don’t mind that,” Lady Evan sharply took her breaths, “I wouldn’t say I expected it but maybe somewhere in my heart, I did. Dante… his only love was your sister.” The woman sobbed as she pursed her lips to stop her tears.Belle could only hung her

Edith looked at her even as she entered her house. They had sat on the greenhouse again as it appeared for Edith that the place was safer than her main house.“What is it?” Edith started. “I’d be happy if you could tell me more about how this problem of yours started.”Belle looked at Leon who nodded in response. She felt more secure seeing how he trusted her and her choice.She looked at Lady Edith and began to explain everything that had occurred. How she had made a contract with Leon, how she had went to hell, finding out her sister’s coffin empty, and meeting someone who appeared like her sister.Lady Edith’s face changed between their conversation.First she looked taken aback hearing she had travel to Hell. Her eyes narrowed when hearing how Rachel’s coffin was empty and how she had met someone looking like Rachel.Belle thought it better to keep a secret about the other princes of Hell as they didn’t have anything to do with the problem.“You went through a lot,” Edith sighed.

As Damian left, Belle brought Lady Edith away to her room. On the staircase, Lady Edith let out a long hum. “That is your little brother?”“Yes, do you know him?” Belle questioned. It doesn’t look like it was their first time meeting each other. Nothing how easily Damian had accepted her to be Lady Edith. After what happened, Damian had always been on edge, being careful on all their acquaintance but he had only looked once at Lady Edith before letting her into the house. “The coven isn’t that wide and spread out. Every rumors travel even faster than wind some times. Of course, I know about your brother. How much of a genius he is that is.”“Genius?” Belle looked at the woman. She knew indeed her little brother was an intelligent young man who is always composed and know what to do.But she was certain this genius wasn’t something academically.“Yes. He is a well known witcher in our coven. A boy who is very cool headed, handsome, and…”“And?” Belle urged. She frowned as she thought

Rachel’s dagger-like gaze looked at the person standing in front of her, looking extremely unhappy how the man had intrude her happiness. She looked at him forward, taking slow steps toward him which Belle followed. She flinched when she saw the man whom her sister had talked to held bright red eyes while looking at her. It’s a demon! Belle thought to herself, her knuckles balling into a fist.Belle moved more forward over her sister, trying to get a better view of the man’s face. Just as she was close enough to enter the balcony, her forehead hit the invisible wall which she didn’t know when it had appeared.She raised her hand, knocking the space in front of her to force her way out to no avail. The invisible wall couldn’t be removed and thus it was difficult for her to look at the man’s face.Belle pursed her lips tightly angrily giving the invisible wall one last punch before hearing her sister talked again, “You don’t have to come, I know what I have to do. You must have came fo

Belle felt her breaths stifled as she heard her sister’s faint sigh. Her hand pressing her fingernail to the wooden floor as though to run away. To protect herself, she quickly raised her hand whispering a magic only for the person in front of her to whisper a spell against her, causing her hand to burn. Rachel recoiled from the pain, causing her fingers to turn black as she pulled it to her chest.“It won’t work,” the person said.“Why?” Demanded Rachel. She looked at her hands, shocked and confused as her skin grew paler, “My magic—”“It’s a holy magic,” the person responded, taking their footsteps closer to the magic circle as the black shoes smeared the charcoal on the floor. “It works to abolish all dark magic, rendering it useless for life.”“I didn’t use any dark magic,” Rachel coughed up blood, noticing how her own vision had turned blurry as though a droplet of water had fallen on her clear eyes.“You did. As you called up a demon, that’s when your magic turn dark. I guess, y