The maid named Lydia stepped forward, "Yes, Sir?" she asked Lucas with a look of sweetness as she had changed the expression on her face.

"Take the bowl here and place it in the dining room," he ordered for the maid to bow and she picked up the bowl to start to leave the kitchen which was when he noticed the patch like wound behind the maid's neck. He stared at the maid before breaking his gaze to pick up the food that was prepared to follow the maid.

There were three more days.

Three more days until things would go berserk here in the mansion. The maid clearly wasn't a human and seemed out of character. To someone else, her actions would have not come out to be different but Lucas was no ordinary person and he picked every single little detail because he had to watch his own back.

He had been wondering how Mrs. Adams would die, waiting for the person to infiltrate into the house because that was what happened in the other two houses- Carmichael's and Quinn's. With what he had heard from the white witch, the Carmichael's had suffered the most than the Quinn as they had lost only a butler. Right now he would have to watch how things would play out while standing in the sidelines.

The infiltrator would die too.

When the dining room was set, Lucas started to invite the Adams to the dining room and Belle was the last one to be called. Walking up to her room, he raised his hand to knock when he heard her talking to none other than Mr. Fluffs.

"Mother wants me to go meet Mr. Edmond's son but you know I am not interested in him. Only if you could speak," he heard her say and the voice of Barron was accompanied which went unheard by the girl.

"I keep speaking wondering when you are going to hear me! Well, anyway it is good that you talk."

"I wanted to go out though. To the Isle Valley but mama said we would go this coming Sunday as papa will be off work. It's been a while since we three went out together," continued Belle, "You know when I was young, we went out to the meadow to have a picnic with a basket of food and blanket on the grass to sit. You must know it already as you came along with us."

Lucas stood outside the room for a while, hearing Belle's words about her fond memories and he finally knocked on the surface of the door. The knocks were firm on the wood and he pushed the door open.

"Lucas," Belle's face brightened on seeing him. Her expressionless butler stood there to bow his head.

"Milady, the meal has been prepared," he informed her. He noticed how she looked at him lately, he wasn't blind to not notice it but it was better to behave blindly than feed her emotions of hope that was unnecessary, "Are you having a talk with Mr. Fluffs?" his gaze shifted from her to the stuffed toy.

"He is the only one who listens and it is easier to talk to him," Belle smiled. She didn't have friends she could rely on when it came to a few things.

"I am sure he listens well. If you ever feel he isn't listening to you, you can always wash him," said Lucas with a polite smile.

"STOP GIVING HER IDEAS! YOU KILLER!" Barron shouted at Lucas, "I don't know why she even likes you. You are the last person she should look for."

Lucas added for Belle, "I have some washing soap if you want to clean him."

"I will keep that in mind," Belle answered.

"I need to talk to you, you bag of lies!" Barron demanded when Belle started to walk towards the door.

Belle noticed how Lucas didn't follow her and she turned around to hear Lucas say, "I need to check the windows. Some of them have turned out to be loose," he gave her an assured smile.

"The amount of fake smile I have seen from you makes me pity that girl," commented Barron in one corner of the room.

Belle gave him a nod and then left the room. Once her footsteps turned distant and disappeared, Lucas turned to look at the stuffed doll to hear Barron speak, "When are you releasing me from this cotton bag?"

"I think your rabbit appearance looked rather cute. You should keep it for life," complimented Lucas.

"I don't want to be a fucking rabbit! I want my form back! Where the fuck did you even learn to trap a reaper!" Barron released his complaints, "Get me out of this! Right, this INSTANCE!"

Lucas had his eyes closed as Barron went on to complain more, "I am the fourth card of the Grim! Do you understand what law you have broken?!"

The butler stared at the rabbit, silence falling between the two and around them and Lucas tilted his head, "I don't know what you're talking about. Who are you again?"

"I am the fourth card of Grims, Barron is my name!"

"Sorry, doesn't ring any bell," Lucas looked around the room of the vampiress while Barron looked at the butler with an unbelievable look. Barron was the one who enjoyed telling lies but this man was out straight denying that he didn't know who he was!

"You knew my name..." Barron gritted his non-existent teeth, grinding them.

"Was this all you wanted to speak about? I have important matters to attend to unlike yourself by sitting in the corner of the room and receiving pats from the girl-"

"Who do you think is the reason that I am in this state?!"

"I don't see anyone but you to be blamed. Wonder what other reapers would tell if rumor went out on how you ended up in a stuffed toy," Lucas taunted the Grim with his words.