After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Grell Sutcliffe sensed the breath of death and came to the Phantomhive mansion.

The magic circle did not stop him. After all, Draco thought that they would come to the funeral home, so he set up the setting so that the Grim Reaper could enter and exit. Who would have thought that there was a perverted Grim Reaper wandering around here.

"Sebastian~" The rippling voice and recognizable voice made Charles and his servant realize who the visitor was, and the corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily.

Draco looked at their reactions and turned curiously to see who had such great ability.

Just happened to meet Grayer's eyes.

There were splattered blue blood, blurry humanoid creatures, and various glass jars on the ground filled with different organs and blood.

The young man stood up and looked over curiously, holding a scalpel. His face was a miracle of the Creator, beautiful, but because there were some splattered bloodstains on his face, it also revealed a special kind of gorgeousness.

It was clearly an extremely strange and terrifying scene, but Grell's pupils shrank with excitement, and his exaggerated smile exposed his sharp shark teeth, which seemed to be flashing with cold light.

He completely forgot about Sebastian, and all he could think about was the young man standing there with a knife.

"Hmm~hmm~What a~charming boy~" Grell's face had a strange blush and his body twisted and contorted.

If the knife slowly cuts along the texture of his skin, accompanied by pain and pleasure... hehehe~

Harry frowned, having a bad feeling.

Transgender? Sadistic and masochistic? Draco looked at the red-haired Grim Reaper and felt that each Grim Reaper had his own abstraction.

The Grim Reaper was once a human being. In order to make those who committed suicide see the weight of life, he became the Grim Reaper, reaping the souls of others and seeing through their lives.

They all have cyan-gold pupils and pay the price of myopia for seeing things that humans cannot see.

Therefore, almost every Grim Reaper has glasses.

After all, he is only a demigod, so he also needs food and sleep.

It's okay that the undertaker likes to personally confirm the comfort of the coffin and dissect the corpse. After all, he is different from other death gods.

It’s not like he had never encountered the god of death before. William, whom he met when he went to the United States, looked quite normal, right?

However, this is all personal preference, and Draco won't interfere.

"Pervert?" Harry muttered to himself, but he was very conspicuous in the silent and empty hall.

Ciel and Sebastian nodded in agreement.

There, Greer was lost in the little drama in his own mind.

Hearing Harry's words, he subconsciously retorted: "That's too much. I'm just being loyal to my feelings."

Then he watched as Draco's eyes sparkled, completely forgetting about the dying thing underground.

He suddenly pounced towards Draco, but Draco did not dodge. After all, he did not feel any malice from Grell.

But Harry couldn't do that. He subconsciously swung his fist, and the sound of punching through the air came at the same time as Draco's warning.

"Don't hit me..." Draco noticed some of Grell's weird habits, and when he tried to stop him, Harry's fist was already at Grell's face.

"Bang—" The red-haired Grim Reaper flew backwards into the wall at a speed even faster than when he came.

Harry pulled his hand back in confusion and looked at Draco. He seemed to have heard Draco say "Don't fight"?

"He is not an enemy, he is the god of death... He has some unique hobbies..." When Draco didn't know what to say, Grell, who was knocked to the ground not far away, made a strange sound.

"Ah~ha~" Grell stood up unsteadily, his mouth curled up in an exaggerated arc. "That's it~ Just let me feel the pain~"

Harry was dumbfounded.

He was not an innocent boy who knew nothing. On the contrary, when he worked with Grindelwald and Lucius, he saw countless diversity in human beings.

His thoughts at this moment were similar to Draco's.

You Death Gods are so fancy...

Grayer took out a pair of small red scissors, which kept making clicking sounds, with a somewhat intoxicated expression.

Because he killed someone other than those on the list and used the Death Scythe without permission, his Death Scythe was temporarily confiscated by William. During the period when the scythe was confiscated, he could only use the "Death Scissors".

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. His big precious chainsaw, woo woo woo~

"Not bad~ Another young man worth looking forward to~" He licked his lips, his eyes shining. Not bad, not bad. He really likes everyone here~

The atmosphere gradually became tense, and Harry was thinking about what to do if a fight broke out.

It’s not that I’m afraid of not being able to beat him, but...what if he gets the better of me?

"Grell." A somewhat indifferent voice came from the door.

"Dear William~" When Grell heard this voice, he immediately put aside Harry who was somewhat interested and Draco who was very interested.

He turned around and flew into the arms of the man at the door.

The man known as William's cousin is tall and slender, with a cool and handsome face.

He had short black hair with bangs parted to the side, wore thick black glasses with wide temples, a black suit, and black leather shoes.

William T. Spears, whom Greer called his dear William, did not push Greer away for some reason, but let him hang on him.

He pushed up his glasses and glanced across the hall.

Humans, vermin, wizards, angels... Finally his gaze stopped on Draco.

William nodded: "Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter."

Draco nodded without surprise. "Long time no see, William. I thought you were the Grim Reaper from America." Harry also waved as a greeting.

They were quite familiar with William. They were still very young at that time, and when they were a little braver, they secretly ran out to play, but accidentally touched the teleportation array that Narcissa had just experimented with, and just saved a couple.

The one waiting there at the time was William.

William looks cold and ruthless, but he is very gentle to the elderly and children. Seeing that the death list was forced to be distorted and changed, he remained calm as always and did not report it to the management department of the Death Dispatching Association.

Besides, he was only here on a business trip, not looking for death. When he appeared, many auras in the dark locked onto him.

It was Narcissa and the others who had rushed over.

The travel expenses were not enough for William to go against so many wizards, and Howard Stark was very capable, so William was happy to see him alive.

William didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt the breath of death on Draco, but it was fleeting, and he thought it was just an illusion.

"Just a business trip," William said coldly. However, Harry and Draco, who already knew his personality, adapted well to his situation.

"Ah~ That's it~ William's kiss is so cruel~ I like it so much~" Grell acted like a little bird, with his arms around William's neck.

William could even smell the scent of roses coming towards him.

Was he marinated in the roses? William pressed his temple, looking helpless, but he didn't resist Greer's intimacy.

"I'm sorry to bother you," William said. Grell wanted to protest, but a look from William made him fall into a pink bubble again.

"As for this...thing..." William looked at the pile of stuff on the ground, then looked at Draco.

"Ah," Draco suddenly realized. He carefully put away the bottles and jars on the ground and considerately moved them away. "They are no longer useful."

He looks exceptionally well-behaved.

Ash was already breathing out more than breathing in. Draco had no idea what he had fed him, but he was always hanging on to his last breath, clearly feeling the sensation of being treated as a guinea pig for research.

He no longer had the strength to wail, and could only watch helplessly as his body's perception gradually became numb.

William looked at the angel with lifeless eyes and pierced his heart with the scythe of death without mercy.

No one was very interested in Angel's Life, so no one watched it.

After the slideshow ended, Ash was completely dead.

"Then we'll go first." William nodded to Draco and Harry, without looking at Sebastian and Charles beside them from beginning to end.

"Oh, right." William turned back and reminded Draco before leaving, "A large number of deaths have suddenly appeared on the death list in the United States recently, all on the same day."

Draco was lost in thought. After thanking William, he watched him and Grell disappear into the Phantomhive mansion.

"Well, it's over. I'm a little tired." Draco stretched and snapped his fingers. As the magic circle dissipated, the damage to the Phantomhive mansion was restored to its original state.

Harry pulled Draco over and carefully wiped the blue that had accidentally stained his face.

"This is of no use to you. I want to take it back as a souvenir for my godfather. Is that okay?" Draco thought of the angel on the ground and looked at Charles inquiringly.

"...Of course." Charles choked. He wouldn't want it even if I gave it to him.

Besides, who would give this as a souvenir?

He suddenly glanced at Sebastian beside him, who looked thoughtful, and subconsciously understood what this devil was thinking.

He stomped on Sebastian hard and whispered through gritted teeth: "Don't bring any mess back."

Sebastian responded with an innocent smile.

"Then we'll go back first. Feel free to owl me if you need anything." Draco said with a smile and said goodbye to Harry.

"Hmm..." Charles just felt that tonight was particularly exciting, with angels and the god of death appearing one after another.

Everything happened very quickly, but he also saw some information from it.

He wanted to ask about his brother...but...

Charles looked at the demon, but in the end didn't ask.

Let's wait a little longer. Right now, he can't give Draco the value he wants and is not qualified to negotiate.

The relationship between the two of them is not so deep that they can spy on each other's secrets.

Wait until he's stronger. Then, he might be able to calmly tell Draco about his experience and propose a deal to him.

Draco and Harry had come here by carriage, but going back wouldn't be that difficult.

The magic circle under their feet flashed, and the two disappeared in front of Charles.

Charles stared for a moment at the place where they disappeared.

"Rest, Sebastian." He turned around and calmly went upstairs.

"Yes, my lord." The demon behind him opened his eyes slightly and stared at Charles' back without blinking.

Malfoy Manor.

When Draco came back, the cleaning magic in the manor had cleaned his body in a flash, but he still wanted to take a shower as soon as possible because he always felt uncomfortable with the sticky feeling on his body.

However, after having just dissected an angel, the excitement wore off and all that was left was the drowsiness that went against my biological clock.

Harry took Draco to take a bath without complaint, and dried the hair of the sleepy Draco. After tucking him into bed, he had time to take care of himself.

Although there may be only a little dust on his body, Harry is very clean because of his childhood experiences and the education he received.

And taking a bath helps to relieve his emotions...

By the time he finished, Draco had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Harry gently lifted the quilt and was caught off guard by Draco mumbling something. He moved closer curiously to hear clearly.

"Materials...one for the Godfather...one for Karasuma...one for me..."

Harry laughed. This was like dividing the spoils in a dream.

He looked at Draco tenderly and gently let Draco rest his head in his arms.

Seeing Draco subconsciously leaning into his arms, his smile deepened.

A good night's sleep.

Early in the morning, Snape had to get up with a resentful look on his face and tidied up his black pajamas a little to make the collar, which had become messy due to a good night's sleep, tidy.

Then he impatiently opened the door.

"Well, 6:45?" Snape casually displayed the time, glanced at it, and rubbed his forehead.

He stared sharply at the two little guys in front of him who were smiling brightly.

It's really strange. When he couldn't see them, he was always worried about them. But now that he sees them more often, he actually dislikes their noise.

Tsk, two little monsters that disturb my sleep, don’t expect him to be in a good mood!

"I assume you're aware it's a holiday and your poor godfather was up late working on potions yesterday?"

Wow, that's a familiar tone. It's been a long time since I've heard the Godfather be so sarcastic towards them. Harry couldn't help but be distracted, feeling a sense of emotion.

Hey~ They are indeed a little too early, no wonder the Godfather is so depressed.

"Godfather, I got something good." Draco looked at Snape eagerly, trying to get away with it.

Snape moved his fingers slightly, and although he didn't say anything, his dark face did look a little better.

"What is that?" Snape asked nonchalantly. Did the Muggles come up with something new?

"Dangdang—the flesh and blood of an angel." Draco held the glass jar like a treasure.

Snape's face suddenly changed. He stared at the jar in Draco's hand and swallowed.

The first thought that came to his mind was: Angel?! Does this thing really exist?

The second thought that immediately came to my mind was: Damn it, Draco and the others killed an angel yesterday!

What a big deal!