At noon, Elise didn't clean the garden. It seemed that when she slept, snowflakes had arrived from the sky to rain down like soft cotton. The whole White Mansion was covered with snow overnight.

From outside the window, Elise stared at the garden where snows covered like a piece of thick white blankets on the ground. Seeing it, Elise recalled Ian's words. Did he expect the snow to come?

Ian had always been an omnipotent person to Elise's eyes. He knew almost everything and all was because of his none hundred years of knowledge. It wouldn't be strange for her to know that Ian could predict the weather, but somewhere she believed that Ian had said the words based on his gut feeling, the instinct that never failed him.

The snow hadn't got to the point where shovels were needed to scoop a way for the people to walk outside, nevertheless, it was still thick enough to cover every traces the previous season had.

Looking at the white scenery somewhere brings Elise at peace. For the past few days, she learned much about herself that she never knew, and controlling her anger had turned to be a difficult thing to do despite herself thinking that she was a person with a rather calm heart.

She felt mysterious. After knowing love and spending more time with Ian, it felt that a key in her heart had been open, like a dam that began to crack for waters to flood out, anger and other emotions not limited to it burst over her. 

She learned to hate and anger, she also feels herself turning somewhat cold like last night when she decided not to save Sister Blythe after knowing she would die.

Was this still her? Elise stared at her hands. No, she hadn't changed. It was that she had never faced any kind of situations similar to the one she experienced now that the choice she made felt foreign to her. But all she did was still under her own will.

She acknowledged part of the reason why she didn't save Sister Blythe was that the woman had almost harmed Ian while using her.

"Elly!" Hallow shouted from bellow, his round head looked up at her from her pocket. There was a faint frown on his face, "You okay?"

"Yes I am," Elise replied quickly, "Did I look like I'm not okay?"

Hallow took time before saying, "No you didn't," his head then looked down, "Last night you came back late and I slept before you so I thought maybe you lack sleep."

"I feel quite energized though, I just had a few things to think of," which reminded Elise this was their first conversation since morning. It felt odd, Hallow was a talkative person, but somewhere he had gotten so quiet like her which felt out of place. "Are you alright? You've been quiet too."

Hallow didn't reply. As they walked, he only looked up at Elise while the human girl didn't look down at him to focus on walking. In the silence, his mind recount last night after the dinner held between the few people living in the castle.

It was at the time when Hallow felt hungry for the first time in his entire career as a grim reaper. He had walked all over the house searching for Elise when he felt his tail pinched, and his body lifted to the air.

His green eyes snapped wide, canons of words and curses stuck on the tip of his tongue, ready to be launched until he saw the red eyes of the blonde man who had pinched his tail. 

"Well, well, well, my nose never failed me do they?" commented Beelzebub. "I knew it there was a grim reaper all along in this place. Did Ian offer you a job around here? But what job would a grim reaper in the body of a chick could do?"

It was him! That other Demon that he met in the hallway in an accident! Hallow stared at Beelzebub with his green eyes widening. How did this Demon know he was a grim reaper? By the words said, it was his scent that gave him away, but he didn't have any scent, thought Hallow.

His beak opened slightly to retort Beel's words when he realized that he was in the body of a chick. The silent treatment was all he need to act like any normal chick there is in the world!

With the thought, Hallow didn't reply. His snobbish attitude put an air different than other chicks but Hallow himself was not yet aware of this.

"Hm?" Beelzebub pulled Hallow close. His hand that was covered in black gloves pulled the head of the chick and he began to force open Hallow's mouth, "Did you lost your tongue? Did Ian cut them, let me see."

Beelzebub sounded as if he was offering himself for help which in truth was him forcing to open Hallow's mouth. The grim reaper tried to defy the Demon's action. What was he doing?! 

Hallow being the most stubborn grim reaper out there, didn't let his mouth to be open and watch. He was not a showcase! thought Hallow in distress. But his willpower was not enough to let his mouth close. 

In the end, Hallow decided to give in, or so what he would like to make claim.

Beelzebub stared at his small tongue, "It's still here so why aren't you talking yet?"

Because I'm a chick, duh! Hallow retorted in his mind. For a person who loves to make complaints to novel books, he could make millions of comments and it was hard to resist not to say anything.

"That's right, how about this," Beelzebub raised his hand. Curiously, Hallow who was still hanging like a piece of dangling meet turned his eyes at the hand Beel raised. The next moment, Beelzebub snapped his finger and fire came over the tip of his finger. 

The flame was not red in color but instead blue. Without the hand moving toward him, Hallow could feel her throat gulp in nervousness, his eyes blinking constantly at Beelzebub hoping he would spare the adorable little chick, but the man was a Demon to his core. 

"Each second you prolong my time, this fire will burn you, what do you think grimy? Die from fire and turn to ash or spit out the words you have in your mind."

Hallow stared at the fire, the blue color turned his large green eyes to blue.

Oh shit!