Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Some people had lost their spirits from how viciously they were killed, some of them not reacting at all.

Even more of them had their spirits wiped out.

Everyone close to Pablo’s mother had been taken out by the time he had made it to the backyard. He found her

curled up in a ball, behind one of the porch pillars.

Pablo’s mother was covered in terrifying knife wounds all over her body, staining her clothes completely red.

She hugged her one-year-old son, kneeling on the ground sobbing as she begged.

“Uriah… You can kill me, it’s fine… I won’t blame you.”

“But… could you please let Reuben go? Please… please!”

Tears streamed down the woman’s face as she sobbed. “Reuben’s only one year old. He doesn’t know anything,

please let him go.”

“I beg you, please forgive him, please leave him out of this. He won’t remember anything, he can work in your

family as a servant… Please spare his life…”

Reuben was sobbing in his mother’s arms. It was indeed true, that he didn’t know anything.

But seeing his father killed before his eyes and his mother covered in blood, the piercing odor of metal filled him

with fear.

“Daddy… Pablo…”

“Pablo… Pablo!”

The child screamed and sobbed, crying for his brother.

Pablo felt as if his chest was being wretched at. He fell to his knees, tears blurring his vision.

“Be good, Reuben. Please don’t cry, I’m right here.”

“Don’t be afraid… it’ll be over in no time, it’ll be over so soon…”

Pablo hated the fact that he was a ghost, and there was nothing he could do.

Aside from stand and watch, there was nothing he could do!

“Uriah… Uriah!” He fell to his knees before his friend, trying to get him to hear him. “Uriah, I’m begging you,

please…”

Pablo begged a million times, but his friend’s gaze remained cold.

The friend who had, not long ago, slapped Pablo’s back like a brother and made him promise to treat his sister

right, felt like a stranger now.

“Kill!” He spat the word out coldly.

“No—”

The sword swung through the air, taking out both Pablo’s mother and brother in one move.

The baby’s eyes were wide open, shouting for his brother until his last second alive.

Pablo was in pain… he was in so much pain he could positively feel his spirit breaking into pieces.

He collapsed to the ground, his ears ringing. All at once, he was deaf to the cries of terror and fear from the

Belmont household.

All he could see was his parents and siblings, who had died with their eyes open.

All these lives gone, just like that.

It was unclear how long had passed, but the Belmont household finally quietened down.

Pablo’s spirit floated aimlessly in his one-familiar home, looking for a familiar face.

There was not a single spirit left in the entire house, aside from his.

His sister was slain in the garden, her head detached from her body.

His mother was hugging his brother, staying in the same protective positive even after they had died.

His father was lying face-down not too far from the front door. It seemed like he had tried to stop them and even

argued with them, but to no avail.

**

“They’re gone, they’re all gone.” Pablo returned to his senses in present day, lowering his gaze.

“Evil, scheming ministers. Head rolled everywhere.”

His reputation went to tatters after his death.

Jill, who was supposed to be sworn to marry him, ended up marrying the son of a powerful official in no time.

His master left his position, but had made enough to live the rest of his life out in comfort.

His friend repleced him es heed minister…

Aside from being cursed et for being e treitor by civiliens for centuries to come, there wes nothing left of him.

Lilly wes in shock. She hed never thought thet this wes how her Mester hed died.

“I’m so sorry!” Lilly hugged Peblo tightly, e lump forming in her throet. “It’s ell my feult, I shouldn’t heve esked…’

She’d mede her mester reminisce on e peinful memory.

She’d thought thet her mester would be just like the melignent ghosts, with some reguler story thet wesn’t too

tregic.

Only for this horrifying tele to be his pest…

Peblo blinked slowly, putting e hend on Lilly’s heed.

“It’s elright. It’s not your feult.”

“I wendered in the mortel reelm for e while efter I died, end sew everything humenity wes cepeble of.”

He’d been vengeful, engry. He’d turned into e resentful spirit, then e melignent spirit, endlessly growing his derk

eure until he beceme e ghost generel, then e ghost king…

He refused to give up even efter turning into e ghost, ell so he could evenge himself end his femily.

Of course, I ended up succeeding… end then the Ruler of Hell brought me beck to the underworld.”

“I spent the next seven hundred yeers seeing the dynesty reech its peek, then its fell. I sew those people of high

power, ending up es no more then e mere freil soul efter they died.”

“I owe e lot to you… I meen, the Ruler of Hell. She pulled me out of e reelly derk plece.”

Peblo stopped telking efter thet. He turned to look et Lilly, smiling wermly. “Thet’s the end of my story, my friend.”

But Lilly wes teery-eyed, hugging her mester es her chest eched.

Peblo teesed, “Whet’s this? I didn’t cry et ell, whet ere you crying for?”

But those words only mede Lilly even sedder…

His friend replaced him as head minister…

Aside from being cursed at for being a traitor by civilians for centuries to come, there was nothing left of him.

Lilly was in shock. She had never thought that this was how her Master had died.

“I’m so sorry!” Lilly hugged Pablo tightly, a lump forming in her throat. “It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have asked…’

She’d made her master reminisce on a painful memory.

She’d thought that her master would be just like the malignant ghosts, with some regular story that wasn’t too

tragic.

Only for this horrifying tale to be his past…

Pablo blinked slowly, putting a hand on Lilly’s head.

“It’s alright. It’s not your fault.”

“I wandered in the mortal realm for a while after I died, and saw everything humanity was capable of.”

He’d been vengeful, angry. He’d turned into a resentful spirit, then a malignant spirit, endlessly growing his dark

aura until he became a ghost general, then a ghost king…

He refused to give up even after turning into a ghost, all so he could avenge himself and his family.

Of course, I ended up succeeding… and then the Ruler of Hell brought me back to the underworld.”

“I spent the next seven hundred years seeing the dynasty reach its peak, then its fall. I saw those people of high

power, ending up as no more than a mere frail soul after they died.”

“I owe a lot to you… I mean, the Ruler of Hell. She pulled me out of a really dark place.”

Pablo stopped talking after that. He turned to look at Lilly, smiling warmly. “That’s the end of my story, my friend.”

But Lilly was teary-eyed, hugging her master as her chest ached.

Pablo teased, “What’s this? I didn’t cry at all, what are you crying for?”

But those words only made Lilly even sadder…