Greed didn't move from his position and continued to stand there when Baltimore asked Barron to direct his questions to the other Grim reaper.

Barron continued to chew on the stick, "Looks like Balti isn't hungry," and in less than five seconds, Barron looked like a squirrel who had chewed and gobbled all the sticks for himself, "Are you going to answer?" The question was for Greed.

"What do you want to know?" asked Greed from where he was.

"Why were you both helping the black witches?" Barron was aware of how the black witches who they were working was the same person.

Greed who wasn't working for anyone anymore since the time the switcher had been ordered to kill him by the now-dead councilman, he didn't see any reason why he couldn't share unlike Baltimore who was still loyal to one of the Hawverts.

"Winston wants the black witches to reign in the land of the living. He has been subtly pushing and helping the witches so that they can unlock the black magic that was locked in the land of the dead," answered Greed.

"Why? How is he going to benefit from it?" asked Barron, "I am not able to see the connection," the rabbit moved both his hands to touch each other.

"Once the black witches acquire the black magic, they will be able to rule and reign in the mortal world. Winston has plans to combine the living and the dead. He wants to turn it into one land by the help of the black witches. Of course, the black witches are not aware of it, and are only his pawns," explained Greed, "Though the Hawverts are at the high position, there are some abilities that they lack compared to the Grims and Winston lacks the ability to use forbidden magic."

"And the other Hawverts are alright with it? It's going to cause an imbalance," asked Barron.

"The others are unaware of it and no one cares about imbalance. One world to rule and live without sharing leadership," Greed said before walking towards the other cell when he heard a crackling sound.

"I have a simple solution. Go to the other Hawverts and tell that Winston ordered you to do those things," came Barron's solution.

Greed rolled his eyes, "I have no interest in going to oblivion."

Baltimore then turned his gaze and took a look at the cell behind where Barron sat, "Did you hear it?" asked the Tenth Grim.

Barron was quick to jump on his feet, and looked at the empty cell, "What? There's nothing in there," said the rabbit taking while taking a closer look at the cell. He was going to go rampant if there was another hellhound that was going to pull out his ears and gobble his entire head.

Even Greed moved away from the other cell to go to where Barron stood. For a few seconds, they didn't see or hear anything. The room was quiet until they noticed the crackling sound that came from no one but from the twin rabbit of Barron.

"Do you think it is possessed by a spirit?" whispered Barron.

"Barron?" spoke the ragged rabbit which was behind the cell and Barron looked shocked at it.

"I knew it! We should throw that thing in the fire!" exclaimed Barron, "I am supposed to be the only walking talking rabbit here!"

"Barron!" at the voice, Barron looked more agitated.

"Someone throw the damn rabbit in the fire!" Barron demanded but didn't go near the cell himself. A few hours ago he had stepped into this cell, he had turned to possible food, not that the hellhound could do anything to him but it had torn his rabbit suit! And after a second he said, "Wait, the voice sounds familiar."

"That sounds like Belle," commented Greed but when they looked at the cell she wasn't there and the voice seemed like it was indeed coming from the ragged rabbit.

In the land of the dead, Belle had opened the door of the cell after noticing how there was a shadow that was on the ground. Like something that had been sitting there for years had been moved to leave the spot cleaner than the other parts. It didn't take her long to realise that the ragged rabbit that was present in the living world was missing. The ragged rabbit was another reflection of Mr. Fluffs, which was possibly carried by Portia.

Though she didn't know how the ragged rabbit had ended up in the actual Adams' mansion, she came to believe that it was the key or the medium that Edith had spoken about.

Belle had thought that her former self, Evelyn in her past life had come to be the owner of the same rabbit and history was only repeating itself. She placed her hands on the ground and ran the spells of white magic but it did nothing until the mighoul said,

"That won't work here. Me knows," the creature had stepped into the cell room along with her.

It sat down along with her, and she asked, "What did you mean when you said 'It won't work here'?"

The mighoul then tapped the floor and she noticed how the dust tried to move, "Land of the dead. No use black or white."

It finally dawned on Belle that those magic worked only in the land of the living, not in the dead, "Thank you for reminding me that," and then she tried to open the portal, similar to how she had done it when it came to Everest's world.

It took less than one minute for Belle to open the portal as she had already practised it before. When the portal finally opened, a white ray of light appeared to reflect from the ground and she heard voices coming from the other side of the land. She had muted Baltimore before ending up here, which would mean either Greed, Barron or a servant was in there and she could ask for help.

"Barron?" She called the Grim's name to hear the voice,

"I knew it! We should throw that thing in the fire! Someone throw the damn rabbit in the fire!" Seemed like it worked, thought Belle, hearing Barron shout.

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