386: Butler On The Roll-II

Butler On The Roll-II

The cemetery lack people and mostly only those who had family or close friends buried there would be the one to visit the graveyard. Elise went down using Ian's help and they left the carriage, passing by the old corrode iron gates of the cemetery while holding to Ian's hand.1

Her feet padded through the snow where her weigh stiffened the snow and cause it to dent downward. "It's been a long time," Elise said. "I don't usually visit cemetery," she confessed. 

"Because of the ghosts," Ian guessed the right answer and she nodded her head in reply. "Did you remember when your birth mother died?"

Elise took time recollecting each pieces of her memories, trying her best to find the most crucial memories but she shook her head. "I only remembered that someone came and told me that my mother died. I didn't know the reason or the cause. It was sudden as I was quickly sent away to someone else."

It was the painful truth. Others care only about their family or close friends, Elise who was hated by the villagers didn't have neighbor who cared for her, most of them only saw them as her as a burden or an eyesore. Once her mother died, they cannot be in more hurry than casting her aside to the orphanage.

"I wish I could have remember the last moments I spent with her," Elise said with a small smile. 

All this time she was forced to think that her mother had beaten her when in truth it was all false allegations. Now that she knew it was all but something the angels tried to project in her, she wished she could have met her mother and remember the sweet times they didn't manage to enjoy until her last breath.

"You will soon remember it all. Take it all easily and slowly then trust me when I say that soon you will regain all you memories again," Ian encourage her, "I have never lie to you and neither have I ever been wrong."

Elise showed him a smile, her head nodding, "I trust you." In fact he was the only person who she could trust amongst the trick that the dark sorcerers did. 

"Good girl," praised Ian and he stopped when they finally arrived at the three gravestones placed in line. The name was written clear where the last name was written as the Scott's.

Elise bent her knees, sitting in front of the graves and begin to pray for her family's soul to be at rest. While praying she also told them about her marriage that would be held soon and asked them from blessing from above.

Once she was done, Elise pushed her heels to get up, and turned around to see a bouquet of flower resting on Ian's hand. The flowers were lilies which he didn't have on his hand earlier, "How did you get the flowers?" She asked because she didn't know he had the kind of magic to bring flower out of thin air.

"It's customary for a person who visit the grave to bring flowers, here you go," Ian passed the graves to her hands and Elise finally come to understand that he had planned to bring her to her family's graves. Possibly because he know how she wished to tell her dead family about her upcoming marriage.

"Thank you," Elise said and Ian bowed his body, placing one hand in front and the other one in the back.

"Everything for you, my bride."

Elise then went to settle the flower on the graveyard as they only had one bouquet for the three graves, she settled the flower on William's graves as it was in the middle. Her eyes then saunter around, watching how there was no one other her and no flower than William's graves. Even the ghost she recalled to have seen have been gone.

Getting up, Elise then saw how the image of white pulled something in her memories but didn't get to take a clear recollection. "Would you like to talk with them?" suggested Elise and Ian only stared at her blue eyes before then staring at the three graves.

"They would be better in peace if a Demon like me doesn't pray to them," and he took her hand when Elise slightly frowned at his words. 

"But I am also a Demon," she rebuked.

"And a half Angel," Ian pressed her forehead with his thumb to ease the knot that form there and chuckled as if he didn't mind the word he said or Elise's retort, "Don't worry I may not pray to talk with them but I did speak personally in my heart. Do you want to spend more time here?" Elise shook her head.

"Oh! The Lord of Warine!" shouted a man from behind them, causing both Elise and Ian to turn her face at the voice.

A man dressed a little baggy and thick came walking toward them with his legs dragging the others. The man appeared to be in his fifties where his hair had turned all white and his smile was wide upon noticing Ian.

"Lord Ian, greetings to you," the man said when he came nearer.

"Cain, how is protecting the graves going with you?" Ian asked and Elise noted to herself that the older man was a graveyard taker; the person who oversees the graveyards over the cemetery and at times clean them if needed.

"Aye, aye, it is well my, Milord. A few days ago many people went to visit the cemetery. I wondered why even though it has passed Christmas and heard from my closest friend that it is a trend to visit graveyards during the winter."

Elise inclined her head to what the man said, when the man smiled at her as their eyes met. "And Lady Elise I see that you are visiting the graves again. I am happy to hear how often you visit the graveyards unlike the how most family members of the dead only visit once on a month, half a month, or year."

The man laughed as he spoke but the polite smile Elise offered fell and Ian was the first one to narrow his eyes at what Cain had spoke without giving much of a thought, "What do you mean by again?"

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