Elise felt her eyes crinkled, happiness come to make her lips spread wide into a smile. To hear the words together did the effect of making her heartbeat face in eagerness.

"Tell me if the chick died, I don't know what to do to bury a grim reaper in a chick body but that would be fine we can begin everything by studying, baby steps." Ian hummed before he remarked lastly, "I think Maroon would like to bury a grim reaper. See you later, Elise."

"See you later, Master Ian," replied Elise, feeling how she was unable to keep the happiness to stop her cheeks from smiling too wide at the future promise where they would be going together to the town.

The crow's eyes which were glowing a moment ago seemed to dim. Elise then heard the crow cawed on her instead of speaking in human language and it flew from her shoulders to stay on the side of the desk. With the crow froze in its spot, Elise thought that now the crow look nothing less than an ornament. It didn't seemed to be alive and her eyes stared at how the chest wasn't heaving.

Elise wondered if it was because the crow was as Master Ian said, was a part of himself? Which part? asked Elise on her mind to hear the vase rolling and almost falling to the floor. Fortunately, the floor was covered by carpet which work to save the vase from breaking to pieces. Elise drew out her breathes and went to take the vase.

At first Hallow thought Elise was bringing him to a better place. Thank Hell that there was this kind human girl! Hallow now understood how there are humans whose lives were worth to stay longer in the world of the living.

Yet when Hallow rejoiced, he felt the vase suddenly brought high and her yellow round body rolled inside the vase like a dice to then feel himself thrown powerfully to the ground. "Wha- What?!" Hallow couldn't believe this. Was Elise going to kill him?!

When the vase hit the ground, it crashed and turned to pieces of shards. Hallow was slumped on the ground. His small wings covering his head down while his round bottom stayed up and the small tail attached on his bottom shakes as if showing the fear he felt.

"Hallow," called Elise, she bends her legs to sit on her heels, feeling sorry and bad for being the one to throw the vase and her eyes didn't miss to see how the shards turn to ashes.

"No! I will not believe your words!" cried Hallow. He pulled his wings to cover his head even more. "Oh my poor head it must be bleeding now. It's small and it's bleeding! Am I in hell? Is there a grim reaper's ticket in hell so I could scott off freely?"

"Your head is not bleeding and you are alright Hallow. I'm sorry the only way to let you out from the vase was to break the vase. Do you feel hurt?" asked Elise, being patient with the scared grim reaper who was whimpering like a child falling from the swing and scraping her knees on the ground.

It took a couple of minute until Hallow pulled his wings from his hands slowly, as if finally putting in mind to what Elise said.

"My heads are not bleeding?" Hallow quickly push himself by his legs to sat on his bottom, his orange legs was straightened and he brought his wings to his large green eyes, to see how it was spotless from blood. "Oh Hades!" Hallow turned his body using his legs, wiggling his bottom to turn his whole person at Elise. "Was it him that De- the Lord I mean. Was it him who told you to break the vase?"

Elise didn't think Ian meant bad at all. If he did, Hallow would have died thought Elise. "That's the only way to have you out from the vase."

"He was the one who put me here!" Barked Hallow and he ran over to Elise, "I'm staying with you! I know you would never hurt me. I was sure of it even when you throw the vase that you wouldn't kill me!"

Elise brought Hallow to her hands, rubbing his head and although Hallow dislike others touching his head as if he was some pet, he didn't mind Elise. She was his only save point! Hallow made his mind to be on Elise's good side.

"Thank you, did you hurt yourself?" Hallow shook his head for Elise to bring him to her pocket and she stood. "We should go back." It would be questionable to others why Elise stayed here for so long without Ian present in the room and she felt it was intrusive of her to linger at the room for a long time.

"Yes we should! I will never step my sticky feet to this room ever again! Hell forbid!" After spatting the words, Hallow dive into Elise's pocket that felt like his most safest room. That Demon! Just because he had spoken too much, he had put him into a vase. If he had his scythe with him, Hallow swore to pay that Demon the pain he deserve!

Elise locked on the door leaving when the crow's head snapped at the direction of the floor.

In the garden, a man stood in front of Ian. Bringing his hands together, he clasped it tight to calm his nerves. His eyes watching the Lord's expression that didn't stay for too long as it quickly shifted to the ground.

"Is there a problem, milord?" asked the man who came over to stop in front of Ian. Seeing the Lord all quiet had the man in front of him felt small and on edge of the seat.

"Yes. Your yapping is quite loud." Ian answered and the man's face turn to fear, "I'm joking Samuel, the village is having a sudden low storage for the winter you said. Tell them to use the yeast and eat bread for the while. If they still lack of food provide them with the storage food of the nearest noblemen who lives there."

The man was surprised, "We should share our food with the villagers?" It was unheard of noblemen to share what they have with the village. For people who were born with privilege, they tend to believe they were the supreme being out of all.

"Have your ears suddenly turn deaf? One more question and I will kindly rip the ears that doesn't work properly for you." Ian watched the disbelief on the man's face, understanding he was one of those people who believe they were with privilege that wasn't for anyone else but themselves to exploit.

Ian was happy to see people like these. Who prioritize their own well being before others. When the world filled with people like the man in front of him now, it had made Ian's life a few time more colorful. He enjoyed to see fear on their faces and it would be more enjoyable if they were eviler and more twisted.

The man quickly shook his head, replying as no, and bowed to Ian once the matter was cleared. Maroon came in time when Ian had finished his glass and he passed the glass toward the butler.

"Notify Marchie I will be making trip to his shop." The last thing to shine a Cinderella was her shoes. It would be a shame if Elise's shoes are missing from her feet. The adorable feet with a pinch of allure in it he had to protect those legs from getting harm or attacking unwanted attention, thought Ian to himself, his grin widening further.

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