chapter 7: Mission Complete

The reason Mrs. Elson was so terrified wasn't just because she was seeing a ghost now, but because she clearly recognised the ghost.

The ghost that was struggling under Freya while gritting his teeth was Eric's twin brother, Seth Elson.

He had blood on a part of his face and looked quite terrifying now, but a mother would always be able to recognise her child.

Watching her child who was now a ghost and acting like a ravenous dog, tears welled up in her eyes.

"I suppose you recognise him," Freya said.

"Yes, that's my boy." Mrs. Elson cried.

Mr. Elson was still at a loss for words, and old Mr. Elson's expression was complicated as his expression shifted to Eric, who was trembling behind Freya with his knees pulled up to his face.

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it, it wasn't my fault." He constantly muttered to himself.

"So, it has been you all this while?"

Mr. Elson was stuck between anger, sadness and curiosity.

Why would his son disturb their family after death?

Did that mean one of them had something to do with his death?

But who?

His gaze shifted to Eric at that moment, and a realisation suddenly struck his mind.

Seeing their reactions, Freya couldn't help but smile, she liked how they were piecing things together themselves.

"Seth."

Mrs. Elso had tears streaming down her face now and her voice was filled with sorrow.

Seeing her like this, the fierceness in Seth's eyes suddenly dimmed and the dark aura around his body began to dissipate.

This scene had already happened a lot of times over the past couple of days; the only difference was that his mother couldn't see him then.

Every time he was about to do something serious to Eric, his mother would start crying, and then he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do anything.

"Can't bear to see your mother cry?" Freya said to Seth through voice transmission.

There was no response from Seth who just stared at his mother with a sorrowful expression.

"How did you end up like this?" Mrs. Elson sobbed.

She always had a feeling that there was something suspicious about her son's death, but as a mother, she still hoped that her deceased son would rest in peace instead of becoming a restless ghost.

She reached out for her son to touch his face but her hands just ended up going through him.

"Young Miss, can you please explain what's going on?" Mr. Elson asked as he couldn't stand being kept in suspense any longer.

"I'm not the one with the answers you were looking for." Freya shook her head.

"Huh?"

Before Mr. Elson could say anything else, Freya pointed at Eric.

"He's here for him." She said,

She could tell that even if Seth had been here as a ghost for a few days now, he had not touched anyone other than Eric, the discomforts they talked about must have come from being exposed to dark aura for too long.

Of course, Seth wasn't just torturing his twin brother for no reason. She could see that Seth had a single kill count on his head and it was red.

If her guess was right, that life should be his brother who was currently a ghost. As for the details of what exactly happened, she had no way of finding out unless someone said something.

Seeing Freya pointing at him, Eric held his knees tighter and began shouting.

"I didn't do it! It wasn't my fault! I only touched him, he should have held himself up! I didn't push him, I didn't push him!"

"Only a fool would believe that nonsense." Seth scoffed.

Eric didn't get the chance to say anything in response to that as Mr. Elson quickly walked over to him and gave him two resounding slaps.

"I can't believe I gave birth to an ungrateful bastard like you!"

His eyes had turned red in anger as he glared at the son he had raised for over seventeen years.

Mrs. Elson was sobbing quite loudly now. She knew something was fishy about his son falling down the stairs, but she never expected that it was his twin brother and her own son who pushed him.

"How can you be so heartless!"

Mr. Elson was both angry and disappointed, and in the end, he ended up kicking him.

Eric hit his back against the table and slumped down.

Old Mr. Elson could only shake his head as he sighed in disappointment.

He never expected his grandchild to end up like this.

Everything was fairly out in the open now but Freya still felt that there was something that she needed to do.

"Do you want to explain yourself?" She asked Seth.

He seemed hesitant for a second before nodding.

Getting his response, Freya finally let go of him, the dark aura around his body was all gone now, so he wasn't much of a threat anymore.

It turned out that the day everything happened was lured into a shady bar by his brother.

He kept urging his brother to go home with him as he didn't like this environment, nor any of his so-called friends, and that was where everything started with Eric promising to go home with him as long as he had a drink.

Seth was reluctant, but he still did it just to get his brother out of there, and instead of leaving after just one drink, his brother, along with all his "friends," began to feed him alcohol.

In the end, a seriously intoxicated Seth managed to stagger out with Eric following behind him.

This was the point where things took a turn for the worse, with Eric pushing Seth, who was standing near the staircase.

His intention might not have been to kill him but his actions were irreversible as Seth was sent plummeting down the stairs.

"Eric, how could you? He's your brother!" Mrs. Elson cried.

"It's exactly because he's my brother that I did it!" An unstable Eric snapped. "We are both your children but why does he get such preferential treatment? He's well behaved, sensible, respectful and serious with schoolwork while I'm just the prodigal son who does nothing but fool around. I just wanted to show you that he wasn't that perfect either."

As soon as Eric finished speaking, he was kicked by Mr. Elson, this time with much more force.

"I can't believe I raised someone like you."

Atlas, who was observing everything from the side, couldn't help but shake his head as he sighed.

Were people this shameless these days?

Instead of trying to change yourself for the better you tried to show your parents that your brother could be just as useless as you.

At this point, Seth couldn't even bother looking surprised.

"Young Miss. What should we do now?"

While everyone else was embroiled in their emotions, old Mr. Elson was more interested in solving the problem.

"Oh, he wants justice for himself," Freya said pointing at Seth. "As for how you do it, that's up to you."

In the end, Eric, alongside all of his friends who helped him intoxicate Seth that day, were taken to the police station, the owners of the bar were also called in.

As for how things would be settled in the end, Freya didn't ask, and to be honest, she didn't really care.

She had just received the payment from the family so nothing else mattered. Well, there was still the matter of sending Seth away.

She waited outside with Atlas for Seth to say his goodbyes to his family.

There was a lot of crying from Mrs. Elson who felt even more regretful that she couldn't hug her son.

While waiting outside, Freya leaned against the wall while playing with the marble in her hand.

"I see you don't handle every ghost the same way," Atlas said.

"He never actually hurt anyone, even as a ghost, so there was no reason to be harsh with him," Freya responded, her gaze fixated on the white marble in her hand.

"Hm. Makes sense." Atlas nodded. "I suppose not all of them are unreasonable."

"Other than being supernatural they're just like normal human beings with emotions."

Freya slowly slipped the marble back into her pocket as something suddenly struck her mind.

"Hey, senior." She called.

"What?"

Seeing the glint of mischief in her eyes, Atlas couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive.

"Don't you think you're forgetting something?" She asked.

"Forgetting something?"

Atlas quickly scanned through his memory and it didn't take long for him to figure out what she was talking about.

"Are you talking about that bet?"

"Hm." She nodded with a smile.

"So what do you want me to do?" He asked.

She thought for a while before shaking her head.

"Nothing for now, I'll tell you when I come up with something."

After saying that, she turned around and walked into the house.

Atlas just stood there and watched her with a smile.