Belle with the others stared at the door that Greed had closed. They had made sure to check outside to see no one which was why one couldn't help but wonder who was trying to create mischief or fear. 

"It is probably one of the reapers," suggested Belle as she remembered how they could pop in and out of a place without much trouble. Obviously, the hellhounds couldn't knock the door because they didn't have the kind of hands that needed to knock. 

"Is someone going to open it?" asked Barron, staring at the door like the rest of them. 

"Are we?" asked Belle because if it was really the Grims then she hoped that no one would be dragged back to the land of the dead. They waited for the door to knock again and it did after a few minutes later, when they thought whatever it was had given up. 

"Greed. Step outside the mansion. Go to the orchard tree," ordered Lucas and the Grim reaper nodded his head. Opening the door where there was nothing but snow to greet them, with the wind increasing in its velocity, Belle saw Greed step out and close the door behind him. None of them had any idea of who it might be. This time, they stood for several minutes, waiting for whatever it was to knock on the main door but they heard nothing. 

Belle turned to Lucas and asked him, "What do you think it is?" 

Lucas' eyes that were trained on the door shifted to look at Belle, "It must be lost spirit but they usually show themselves,'' So this meant even Lucas didn't know who it was. When Lucas turned and went back to one of the rooms, Belle turned to look at the door again. Not because someone was going to knock but because it looked like Greed would be camping outside the mansion tonight to see if anyone would show up at the door again. 

"What a heartless master, leaving the person in the cold," commented Barron. When the time of the morning arrived, Greed appeared unfazed with the amount of snow that he had been covered in. His skin appeared paler than the rest of them. 

"Whatever it was must have known that I was outside," Greed informed Lucas in the dining room where Belle, Barron and the maids who were going in and out. 

"Of course it would have seen you. You are not small-sized like me," came Barron's comment who had placed one hand on the surface of the table and another hand holding an apple which he was munching. 

"I can see, that is why you are standing on the chair," retorted Greed for Barron to hiss. In the meantime, Lucas who was buttering the loaf of bread placed it on Belle's plate to say,

"I asked Emma to prepare the jam two weeks ago," and his hand reached the jar to bring it forward, "You should try mixing it with the butter."

"Was Lucas always like this?" asked Barron in a whisper, who now leaned towards Greed, "I can see why you have been admiring him," this received a glare from the sixth Grim, "What? What did I do?" 

Greed glared at the little rabbit who had forgotten who was the senior at this table as Barron had been brought into the cards after Greed's existence. The Hawverts had filled the Grims in random order. Seeing the little thing munch half the apple to drop and pick another one, Greed wondered if anyone would find out if he were to throw the rabbit into the fireplace. 

Belle took in a bite and nodded her head to Lucas as she had smeared the jam on top of the butter. Though they didn't have a calm night yesterday with the invisible creature who had been knocking on the door, their morning had started to be normal.

She asked, "What are we going to do with Barron?" she asked Lucas and mentioning the rabbit's name was enough for it to turn its head around, "Should we ask Edith why he's not able to transform to his mortal body?"

"You can ask Edith today. Don't speak to her directly unless she wants to talk to you. As she's the oracle, she might have some visitors wanting to get direction about where to find the fallen Grims," answered Lucas. 

"But she won't," came the doubtful voice. 

"Hm," answered Lucas, "She answers only when the questions concern them." 

Realising his words, Belle asked him, "You won't be coming with me?" 

"We don't know if you need partners. I will be preparing the invitation," everyone's eyes fell on Lucas at the word of invitation, "Belle will be hosting a soiree for some of the people whom her parents knew and her relatives." 

"I don't think having the relatives would be wise," Belle wasn't fond of the idea because the last time they were here, things had gone haywire with Mr. Robinson who had created a scene that had ended up with Lucas kicking his face. 

"It will be easier to get rid of the possible faint smell that is present in the mansion," explained Lucas, "Consider it to be exorcising the scent of our Grims in the mansion. Even if the Grims are trying to find something out, any evidence which we have missed will be washed over. The idea is to make it look as humane as possible. To be part of the living." 

In the same town where the Adams' mansion resided, two people walked on the streets. Having a stark difference between them as one person was tall and the other person who walked next to him was a short stout man. As they made past through the townspeople who were walking past them, they received stares from them, and the tall man said, 

"People here are very rude to keep staring."

"Couldn't you do something about that damn height, you knucklehead?" asked the shorter man, "Remove that damn hat!" grumbled the man who looked as if he was in his late forties. 

"I thought it goes along with the people's attire in here," answered the tall man with the dullest voice one could have. 

The short man rubbed his forehead and then asked, "It makes me want to gauge their eyes out for staring at me now," and he narrowed his eyes at whoever stared at him. He then asked, "Do you know where she is?" 

"I have the address in here," replied the tall man, carrying a small piece of paper in his hand. 

"And are you sure about it? Last week you said it was in the North and we were collecting bodies because of those damn witches rituals," he passed a glare at the tall man who was unfazed, "It better be the right address this time else we go back to get my scythe. I cannot believe I left it back in my quarters." 

"But, Sir. You won't be able to get out from the land of the dead if you step in there now," the tall man reminded and the short one continued to grumble,

"Give me the paper," he said raising his hand to finally read the address. 

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