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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~

Belle Adams' Butler

Lucas had followed the switcher along with the body of the councilman who had died. Seeing the switcher leave, he waited for the Grim reaper to wake up and out of the body which he did. Greed, the sixth card of the Grims. Hearing Lucas speak, he turned around with a curious expression on his face, taking a form of a mortal of this land of the living.

"Have we met before?" asked Greed.

"That depends on if you remember me, Greed," said Lucas, his body still leaning towards the tree with a calm and collected expression on his face. On Lucas' words, the man stared at him, wondering while taking in a deep breath of the scent that was surrounding him.

"A Grim is here to meet me," announced Greed, a smile forming on his lips which was wide and looked like it stretched until the ends of his cheeks, "To what do I owe you the pleasure? Reveal yourself," he said but Lucas was in no mood to do it.

Follower- Part 1