The Archangel of Death - Chapter 84

84: Spirit manifestation 84: Spirit manifestation Chapter 84 The stuff in the warehouse that belonged to the Farfalle family wasn’t much.

There were no heirlooms since it wasn’t that big of a family nor were there any items such as heritage.

Most of it must have been furniture which couldn’t have been stored in here.

At most, some jewelry, some important items of the people, and diaries.

Records of the family.

What I was after.

Looking through the records, there wasn’t much of anything of importance.

I looked through all of it and finally, I found what I was looking for.

{The Diary of Anthony Farfalle} Unfortunately, I didn’t find anything.

Midway through, I found the entries mentioned by Anthony of his wife’s infidelities.

But he couldn’t do anything about it because Anthony Farfalle didn’t buy into the status of the nobility.

It was his wife.

Digging more into it, I found out that the woman was a divorced woman who had previous cases of infidelity and couldn’t bear children as well.

So she was divorced but the noble family, to save face married her to a son of the confidant.

The woman kept her habits even after marriage and Anthony who hated being treated like that couldn’t do anything about it but vent his frustrations in his diaries.

Life progressed slowly and soon it was time for a child to come into life.

Anthony finally had enough and put forth the condition of a child.

Of course, his wife couldn’t fulfill it so the only option left was adoption.

When I turned the next page, it was empty.

The rest of the diary was empty.

I looked through everything but there was nothing there.

I checked through all of the diaries but I found nothing so I came back to the main one.

[Lemon juice] ‘Yep.’ I hurriedly purchased a candle from the shop and lit it.

And there it was.

Hidden in plain sight.

The rest of the story.

However, from a single glance, it was written in quite a hurry as if all of it was written on the same day.

The rest of the diary that was hidden displayed the life of the Farfalle family after a girl of five years old, Sarah came into their life.

He wrote that his wife changed her ways for the good after the child came into their life.

It went on like this for quite some time when Anthony lost his ability to perform his chamber duties.

[Quite a fancy description] ‘Fine.

He got limped’ {We were very fortunate.

Sara is a very intelligent child.

She learns everything so fast that even I can’t understand.

She is our lucky charm.

Almost as if she isn’t a child at all} ‘Child at all?’ {To celebrate her coming into our lives, we made a painting with her the day she came into our lives.

She loved it.

She would always sit in front of the painting with me, staring at it whenever we had time to ourselves.} So, his wife returned to her old habits and it wasn’t a surprise when the little girl, Sara discovered this duty.

She confronted her mother and instead of being ashamed, she struck Sara and started to abuse her.

Anthony had to save her many times.

{I had no choice but to tell Sara everything.

As expected, instead of asking what it was like to be a child, she knew exactly how wrong my wife was.} {She agreed with me.

I had finally found someone I could talk to.

I knew it was wrong of me to share my dark fantasies regarding my wife with her but I couldn’t resist when I found someone I could confide in} Time moved on for some time and seven years had already passed.

Sara was twelve when she witnessed her adoptive mother dragging Anthony inside their bedroom and making him watch the entire deed of her infidelity.

{Sara confronted me afterward when I was broken.

She consoled me and said, everything would be fine.

It was so endearing.

A child consoling me.

She was my only hope.

She hadn’t changed a bit since that day I adopted her} The next entry was the last entry.

The entry of crime.

{I did what I did because I had to.

I have sent my daughter away so she doesn’t have to live with this knowledge for the rest of her life.

I wrote everything in detail.

The only reason I hid it is because I don’t want my crime to be seen.

I just want to let it all out once.} The diary ended with this.

However, unlike what many others may assume, I was focused on something else entirely.

[So he butchered his wife?] ‘Seems like it.

All of it points to it.’ He kills his wife and then dies.

Maybe punished.

There was nothing regarding his fate.

Whether he was punished or committed suicide, no one knows.

[So he is killing all the wives who have committed infidelity?] ‘From the way he expresses his resentment in the diary, it could be.’ As I said, spirits fit a pattern and there is a pattern here too.

Everyone who had the painting didn’t die.

Only those who cheated died.

So he could be killing the wives like that.

But there is something that has been pricking me since earlier.

Why did he wait?

And how did he do it?

There were no details regarding the crime.

If it were someone with such a great and detailed resentment, they would surely write their greatest masterpiece.

He would have surely written down his fantasy come true, but it was like he was protecting someone.

He was confessing to the crime but also at the same time, it seemed as if he wasn’t doing it either.

As if he was covering for someone else.

Someone who understood him more than anyone else.

===== “Why do we have to do this?” Zefton angrily spoke while pacing around in the room where they had been ordered to move the painting.

“You don’t seem to understand the gravity of the situation.

We are dealing with something unfamiliar.

We don’t have the capacity to take a risk.” Layla berated Zefton while agreeing with Adrian.

Eric, sitting in another corner of the room also didn’t like the situation at first but ever since the start of this mission, the control of everything was taken by Adrian so naturally, that even Eric who hates him so much couldn’t remain dissatisfied for a long time.

And there was also this.

[A sudden quest has arrived] [Resentment of the passed ones] [Task: Help the soul of the troubled child who had tragedy happened to them cross over to the spirit world Reward: Life essence of a spirit Failure: You will be in danger] The second reason why he was so cooperative was because of this quest.

This quest appeared the moment Adrian revealed the information about the spirits to them.

‘But is the system telling me to follow Adrian’s plan?’ Eric thought inwardly while contemplating everything since the beginning.

What puzzled him more than that was this.

‘The spirit world?

I have never heard of it.’ Even in his past life, he had never heard of it before.

He had knowledge of many things but even he had no idea about the spirit world, a supposedly different world.

“But still…” Zefton in the background couldn’t find a plausible argument to Layla’s point.

Eric chimed in, “The point Zefton is trying to make is maybe that even Adrian doesn’t know what we are doing.

How does he even know all of this?

Can we trust it?” “And you can’t?” Layla countered, her tone a little annoyed.

“Since earlier all the two of you have been doing is complain.

Either do it or don’t.

The choice is up to you.” On the other side, Asmara was looking at all of this with a passive gaze.

It didn’t make her angry that Adrian was being doubted.

Even she doubted Adrian.

But she couldn’t express her doubts because she had been amazed by everything that was happening.

Adrian was dependable, full of authority, and unafraid of whatever hindrance they faced.

And most of all, his methods to deliver justice.

She knew that if she had been the one investigating Vincent, with all the evidence against him, she would have judged him to be the criminal.

“That is not what I am saying!” Zefton loudly said, visibly annoyed by the fact that Layla was defending Adrian.

Even Layla herself knew that but she didn’t back off.

She had been truly annoyed by Zefton since earlier.

It wasn’t romantic at all.

She wasn’t taking that risk so soon again, but she still viewed Adrian as someone who listened to her without any ulterior motive.

Eric was about to explain himself when he felt the room suddenly go cold.

He felt as if the temperature in the room was dropping slowly but now he felt as if it dropped radically.

[Warning] [Spirit manifestation] [Danger: 56%] “Wait!” He shouted which stopped the argument between Zefton and Layla.

At the same time, all the doors and windows inside the room closed themselves shut but there was no atmospheric movement of any kind.

The temperature dropped to the point that even them with blessed strong bodies couldn’t help but shiver from it.

“The painting!” Asmara yelled and they all turned to look at it.

The little girl, Sara wasn’t in there anymore.

And one detail that none of them noticed, a cleaver wasn’t in there as well.

They all turned to look around in all directions while getting slowly closer to each other.

However, soon strong gusts of wind appeared all over the room, so strong that it was difficult for them to keep their eyes open.

Step, step.

“Over there,” Asmara said and all of them turned to look in the direction of the closed room door from where a girl, almost seven appeared with a cleaver in her hand.

The girl was incredibly pale unlike in the painting and around her eyes, black lines extended from her eye sockets.

She looked horrifying, to say the least.

None of the innocence, the girl in the painting had.

Even among the strong gusts of wind, her hair wasn’t affected in the least.

Her whole being wasn’t.

Before any of them could think of their next step, Zefton charged at her with his gauntlets adorned.

As soon as his fist was about to strike the spirit, Zefton froze mid-air.

All of them watched with bated breaths as soon, Zefton was flung to the other side of the room.

Layla, being quick of judgment, hurriedly cast an ice pillar behind Zefton because where Zefton was headed, was a pair of protruded metal hooks.

It wasn’t less painful for him but at least he wasn’t impaled.

“What is that?!” Layla shouted as Eric helped Zefton get up and regroup.

“Whatever it is, no rash movements anymore,” Asmara replied.

They all agreed but as Layla had said earlier, they were dealing with the unknown.

They didn’t know what to do in such circumstances other than blindly charging in.

But they didn’t have to do anything as the next moment, Eric was flung around the room by himself without doing anything.

The rest were about to do something when even they froze.

Like Eric, they were also thrown across the room by a mysterious force.

The strong gusts of wind were already rocking all the furniture in the room, as soon as the party hit the walls, all of the heavy furniture was moved by the same mysterious force and entrapped everyone behind it.

They were all hurt but it wasn’t much for blessed like them.

The problem was that they couldn’t move it.

It was normal wood but none of them could do anything but slightly push it.

The spirit of Sara ignored all of them and started to move towards Eric.

They all tried very hard to move the furniture off themselves but they couldn’t and only watched as the spirit inched closer to Eric step by step.

Soon, the spirit was in front of Eric and it grabbed Eric by his neck and lifted him off the floor.

Eric felt as if he had no strength left inside of him as he couldn’t even move to struggle like the rest.

When everyone watched with bated breath, the booming sound of thunder was heard by all of them, and a heavy earthquake shook the ground beneath them.

It was even stronger than the wind around them but the spirit was unaffected by it.

The spirit simply said, “Unfaithful.” And the grasp around Eric became a hundred times stronger while a cut started to appear on his wrist.

He felt as if someone was cutting it with a knife but the hand of the spirit that held the cleaver was unmoving.

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