Operation Red Book

“Is Santa a nice lady?”

The child tilted his head in confusion, looking at Grace with clarity and innocence in his eyes.

"I'm not, I'm..."

Grace suddenly choked up, not knowing who she was.

"You are wearing red and white clothes, you are Santa Claus." The child continued in his childish words.

"Yes, I am Santa Claus. Go to bed and you will receive presents tomorrow."

"it is good!"

The child happily showed his missing teeth and ran out of the room with a clatter.

Grace looked at the child's back as he walked away, and a smile appeared in her eyes, but this smile was soon covered by sadness.

She flipped through the death list in her hand and muttered: "Carl Cooper and Molly Cooper, 6 years old, died at 12:25 am on December 6 in Devon. The cause of death was... strangulation and asphyxiation."

"Grace! Grace! I finally got it for you!"

The scene before my eyes was once again filled with that purple figure.

Raphael squatted on the machete and excitedly glided 360 degrees in the air.

He braked in time when he was less than a meter away from Grace, but due to inertia he fell headfirst and his face hit the ground.

He made some unclear "mumbles" with his mouth and raised his hand tremblingly to hand a small lace parasol to Grace.

The top of the small parasol extends out a long section, like a sharp dagger, and the umbrella frame is also made up of sharp long thorns, which looks delicate and elegant.

"It suits you very well! Hehehehehe! I plan to name it Pointed Flowery and Beautiful Soul-Seeking Umbrella!" Raphael broke his voice with excitement.

"Call it whatever you want, I won't bark anyway." Grace said with a smile.

"Ah! Grace, you seem to be in a much better mood than before! You look so beautiful when you smile!" Raphael rubbed Grace's shoulder crookedly.

"Thanks to you. Thank you for deliberately not assigning me children's work and always finding opportunities for me to take care of the children of the deceased."

Grace's eyes curved into crescents and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you a pointy, flowery umbrella that's as pretty as the Soul-Catching Umbrella!" Raphael said with a pout, pretending to be sad.

"Boom——"

A thunderous sound pulled the corners of Grace's mouth down.

She was flying in the thunderstorm with a small umbrella in her hand, her red and white hood was blown down by the strong wind, and her long golden hair fluttered behind her head.

"Boom——"

There was another loud thunder and Grace increased his flying speed.

"Crackle, crackle!"

A flash of purple lightning passed by Grace's hair, cutting off a strand of her long hair.

Grace changed direction hastily upon seeing this, but unfortunately strong winds blew her umbrella askew.

Grace held the umbrella handle with both hands and tried her best to control her body's center of gravity.

Another bolt of lightning brushed past her leg and cut off a corner of her white robe.

"no--"

Several glowing purple lightning bolts came towards her and struck Grace down, causing her to fall directly across the street from the Florence Welfare Home.

"Grace, long time no see. Let's see how long you can last this time."

The last memory I had was of a low, hoarse voice.

The sound echoed in Grace's ears, making her feel uneasy.

Grace used all her strength to pry open her heavy eyelids and looked at the dazzling purple light in front of her.

It was an inverted pentagram pattern, and underneath the pattern sat a man in black, dangling his feet, with purple and white lightning running all over his body.

The man showed his sharp teeth, his eyeballs turned a whole piece of bright red, and long horns as tall as a goat emerged from his forehead.

"demon?"

Grace uttered the last two words weakly.

The man snapped his fingers, and Morris, with a hideous face, appeared in Grace's sight which was about to close.

"It's actually the God of Death. We must make good use of it..."

"It's an angel, a pure and flawless angel."

"Then it's easier to control, hahahahahaha!"