The cry of a baby resounded as three men pried open a grave in the dimly lit cemetery.
The scene was beyond appalling.
Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Slinger was still so scared that his scalp exploded and his legs went weak.
Eleazar gave him a heavy tap on the shoulder, infusing him with courage.
"Don't be afraid, it's your daughter, it won't harm you."
"I'm... I'm holding it up! Na-na-na-na... Now what!"
"Go back!"
The butler dropped the iron rowan in a hurry and scrambled to the front of the line, intending to go and get the car at the first opportunity.
Slenger's feet felt like lead, and each step was moved with immense difficulty as if he were carrying fragile, rare treasures in his arms.
When he was well away, Eleazar, who had remained at the end, then turned around.
The spirituality in his body was injected into his bone wrist like a tidal wave, and as his five fingers slowly closed together, the air currents that were whistling from all directions were continuously compressed, and in the end, his arm was gently raised back.
"Boom ----"
The airflow that had almost solidified into a substance crashed down like a meteorite.
Five meters in diameter, the entire tomb, having withstood a falling heavenly blow from the Transcendent, sank into a large pit on the spot.
A somewhat pale Eleazar catches up with the Slengar tycoon.
"What are you doing!"
"Eliminate traces."
"I... I feel a little bad..."
Holding the rowdy baby up in both hands and walking with his head tilted back, the Slengar tycoon blanched miserably.
Eleazar fixes his eyes on the baby's umbilical cord and realizes that it was wrapped around his neck at some point.
"Do not fear! Do not be afraid! Cast away those useless thoughts, the more you reject them, the more you will be hurt!"
"Imagine that this is your daughter who just turned one month old..."
Sreng's pupils slowly deflated, his expression slightly lost.
I don't know what came to mind, but he resumed cradling the baby in his arms, a little hunched over as if he were protecting something.
Looking down...
The baby also stopped fussing and lay on all fours in the crook of his arm, the dark pupils of his eyes staring up at him.
"Oh, my Natalie..."
Slenger couldn't control his emotions any longer and let out a sob.
Eleazar sighed slightly as he looked at the man crying in pain beside him.
When the most difficult situation was overcome by the men, nothing more happened along the way.
They made it back to the mansion without incident.
Looking at the sky, which would be glowing in half an hour, Eleazar turned around.
"Begin."
The butler took out another shovel and dug a hole in a small, charred garden.
Eleazar stepped up to help.
Slenger stood off to the side with the tiny baby in his arms, his face frozen, wondering what he was thinking.
"Mr. Hedgehog, I think... I mean..."
"Don't even think about it!"
Eleazar, who understood what he was thinking, nonchalantly interrupted the delusion.
"People and ghosts can never coexist, and I won't even be able to save you as time goes on."
"Well..."
Slenger looked forlorn and quickly resigned himself to his fate.
It was close to the break of dawn and the moment had finally arrived.
Despite all the reluctance, Slengar had no choice but to complete the requiem ceremony.
Kneeling beside the mound, he carefully placed the corpse-baby inside.
As the hands slowly left, the baby's dark eyes closed completely.
Sreng shed another tear, and with a million pushed the dirt down around them to go in.
Burying all his sorrows and expectations in that tiny mound.
At the same time, dazzling light pierced through the clouds and spilled onto the horizon.
"Biz..."
As the light whisked by, a faint black aura rose from the garden.
The corpse baby, just like that, completely perished, because the movement was very small, so it didn't suffer much.
Slenger knelt frozen in front of the dirtbag, his body motionless.
The butler stepped forward and gave Eleazar a gentle tug.
"Leave His Lordship alone for a while."
...
...
Eleazar walked out the front door with the check from the butler.
Looking at the amount on it, he looked back at the villa steeped in sorrow.
A man whose drinking is out of control, and a woman who seeks help from the mysterious, ultimately trigger a tragedy that ends badly.
It is no longer important to pursue who is right and who is wrong, what matters is whether they can learn a lesson from it and take it as a warning.
Men still drink heavily but have been able to control their emotions, while women...
Eleazar withdrew his gaze faintly.
Wish the butler would have broken that news earlier so the men might not have had to collect the women's bodies for them ...
Putting the check away, he headed back.
The transcendent witness to this incident is in the hands of that honorable President of the Environment.
Stepping out of the intersection, Eleazar looks towards the center of town.
That so-called Environmental Protection Commission office seems to be in the Borough over there.
"Rhine..."
"Naturalists..."
"Balance?"
Silently contemplating the other's purpose, Eleazar returned to his store.
Opening the door to the store and putting up the discounted banners, he once again went into hang-up-and-collect mode.
After another day of selling, there were finally a few clocks left on the counter.
In the evening, Eleazar silently counted the bills.
Two days of business, plus commissions, and he'd finally accomplished one-fifth of what Uncle Fioz had asked for.
Sixty thousand dollars...
Made 50k on consignment, store barely sold close to 10k on clearance...
Money isn't good at all!
Eleazar sighed.
"What are you sighing about?"
He was complaining when Uncle Fioz suddenly walked in.
"Nothing!"
Eleazar shrugs and feigns composure.
"Some customers are too uneducated to buy something and pick and choose, and in the end, they suspect that I'm selling counterfeits and that's why they're so cheap."
"Ha, those kinds of people are common, you just get used to them."
Uncle Fioz, while relieved, looked around the store that had become empty with his hands behind his back and a hint of loneliness appeared in his eyes.
But he quickly gathers himself and comes up behind Eleazar.
"Well, business is pretty good, let me help you see if you're getting any fake money."
With that, he took the pile of still-warm bills from Eleazar's hand and casually counted them.
"Yo, it's almost 10,000 bucks."
"It's okay, uncle will help you get it together."
With that, Fioz pulled two crumpled one hundred dollars out of his pocket, folded them with the pile of bills, and gave them a little shake.
A little confused as to what he wants, Eleazar holds out his hands and is about to take the money back.
But Uncle Fioz smoothed out the bills and tucked them very naturally back into his pocket.
"Very good, accomplished one-thirtieth of your goal, come on, do well!"
He pats Eleazar on the shoulder and walks away humming a little tune, looking in a very good mood.
"..."
Eleazar at the counter froze and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Fina, your dad is stealing your living expenses...