The spiritually-activated green demonic flame burned that hidden garden to ashes with a single fire.
The butler stopped the servants who wanted to go and put out the fire, and stood at a distance with everyone else with a complicated look on his face.
Eleazar walks into the villa and finds the wealthy Srengel upstairs, who has been sitting there all night withered away.
He sat at the window, staring blankly at the smoke in the garden.
"I don't mean to rub salt in your wounds, but if you want your child to have true peace, you have to tell me something."
Slengar Fuhrer's look was unmistakably haggard.
"Ask whatever you want."
"Where are babies buried?"
"A cemetery on the outskirts of town."
The butler, who hurried in behind him, sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Stealing... Stealing a corpse in private is a big offense!"
"We'll deal with it privately for now, and then move the child's grave back under an official name some other time."
Rich Sreng looked grief-stricken, but his brain was surprisingly calm.
"Is that okay, Mr. Hedgehog?"
Eleazar nodded, "Just decide."
"When do we leave?"
"2 a.m."
Hearing that it was a nighttime operation, the butler hurriedly advised, "Master, you go and take a rest."
Slenger stopped insisting and stood up slowly on his cane, his back full of despondency as he headed for the bedroom.
Eleazar and the butler walked out of the room and suddenly asked coldly, "Where has the lady gone?"
The butler's body stiffened, then smiled bitterly, "Ms. Bertali she... Has divorced His Lordship."
"Did they have a good relationship before?"
"Since before I was promoted to steward, His Lordship has been with Lady Bertali for more than a decade, through troubled distress and wealth, many ups and downs, and I think there is no doubt about their affection. But now that it has developed into this, I can only say that it's a joke of fate, and they still haven't been able to withstand the final test."
Eleazar's gaze drops.
"The lady, is there something physically wrong with her?"
"Sir... I don't understand what you mean..."
"Let me put it this way."
Eleazar turned to look at the butler.
"Any woman who is physically ill and is having trouble conceiving will slowly become very irrational, with a high probability of engaging in some crazy ritual."
The butler's body trembled, "You mean... That child itself...!!!"
Most corpse babies are embryos that have been spawned by transcendental forces but accidentally died young.
Eleazar patted him on the shoulder, "Judge the timing yourself and pick a good day to report this to your lord. There's something wrong with the child, which means there's something wrong with both parents and Mr. Slenger's body I've examined and there's nothing wrong with him, so where the problem arises... It should be the other one."
Leaving the dumbfounded butler behind, Eleazar walks slowly down the stairs alone.
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The time came in the early hours of the morning when there were still four hours to go before dawn.
An old private car slowly pulled out of the compound.
The butler drove in the driver's seat, hitting the weak headlights as he carefully navigated the completely dark road.
Eleazar, dressed in a black robe, sat in the back row with the Slengar tycoon.
After a moment of silence, Eleazar slowly spoke of their plans for the night.
"Bring back the body of the baby before dawn and bury it in the garden her mother built, so that she may rest in complete peace and you may have true peace."
"I know."
The Srengel tycoon's gaze darkened a bit, wondering if the past had been brought up.
"The process is simple, the only thing worth having to be aware of is that we must return to the mansion before dawn to complete the requiem ceremony, and we only get one chance to do that, there is no chance of remedying the situation."
Eleazar glanced faintly at his side.
If tonight's operation fails, the tycoon will die.
It wasn't long before they arrived outside the eerie cemetery.
A few clusters of dim lights are distributed in various parts of the cemetery, and now and then a breeze blows by, bringing up the sound of rustling leaves, the lights shake, and the shadows on the ground swarm with them.
Parking the car outside the grounds, the butler, shivering a little, stepped out of the car and took shovels out of the trunk, distributing them to the two men.
It was perhaps the most audacious act they thought they had ever done in their lives.
At 2:30 a.m., came to the cemetery to exhume the body.
The three of them were on guard, taking every step carefully for fear of disturbing the dead.
The two commoners were incredibly wary, and in the few days that they had been harassed by the corpse babies, they had seen the fear that comes with that kind of thing profoundly.
Eleazar is so cautious, purely out of fear that there will be a church vigilante here.
But he was quickly reassured that the Church of the Seven Obsidians in the modern century no longer had the splendor that had ruled the world in ancient times.
"Go faster, don't waste time."
Suddenly accelerating Eleazar said to the two men behind him.
The steward who trotted up stumbled at the walk and nearly fell over when he was knocked by a stone under his foot.
Sreng reached out to help him, pointing the way as he went.
It was only when they came to a small, unnamed gravestone that the trio stopped.
Eleazar crouches down and quickly brushes the dust off of it, eyes narrowing.
"You didn't name the baby?"
"No... No, as in not officially born."
Slenger's voice was a little pained.
"Then you can start thinking now."
"Huh!?"
Ignoring the dismayed and dismayed face of the rich man, Eleazar stepped forward pushed to the headstone, and began to dig.
The well-breathed butler also immediately stepped forward to help.
Soon Sreng joined in, asking as he did so, "What did you mean by what you just said?"
"A nice name will make the baby go a little more at ease, and you won't have to work as hard when you soothe it later."
"Appeasement... Pacify?"
"Well, your daughter might be a little rowdy later, so you'll have to be patient with her."
As soon as these words came out, the two people on the field were immediately enveloped by a chilling aura, and even the movements of their hands slowed down a bit.
But no matter how scared they were, that tiny sarcophagus eventually came into view.
Eleazar pushed the sharp end of the iron rowan into the closed edge of the sarcophagus and was ready to pry it open.
"Wait, wait!"
Slenger was sweating profusely, "Name, name I haven't thought of yet!"
"Hurry up!"
"Jessie? No, no, no, Natalie? Yes, Natalie Slenger!"
"Natalie is it..."
Eleazar drops his gaze, then pries the stone slab apart with force.
Inside, the tiny, huddled creature appeared in their eyes.
The exterior is still basically the same as it was when it was buried, and no signs of decay can be seen anywhere.
Mysterious forces are enveloping it.
Eleazar turned his head and ordered, "Go pick it up."
Time seems to have gone back to last night.
But Sreng is no longer the cowardly man he was last night.
With a sharp clench of his teeth, he quickly bent down and reached out his arms, picking up the baby.
The instant he was cradled in his arms, two completely black eyes opened on the shriveled little face of the dead baby.
"Wha-"