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

On a sunny and breezy day, Vincent and Rachel's wedding was held grandly and solemnly.

The Earl, dressed in gorgeous clothes, was full of vigor and handsome, as if the whole world was dimmed by his brilliance.

The bride standing next to him, Rachel, is the second daughter of the Darles family. She is beautiful, gentle and quiet, like a blooming flower.

The funeral home stood quietly in the crowd, silently watching the newlyweds accepting everyone's congratulations.

His eyes were complex and difficult to read, with endless thoughts surging in them.

Perhaps, deep down, he was a little unhappy.

He sighed slightly.

No matter what Undertaker thought, he had no say in this relationship from the very beginning.

From beginning to end, Vincent was the real leader.

After that, the funeral home and Vincent still kept in touch, and the two would meet and get together frequently, and there would also be intimate and warm moments.

The always sensible undertaker never took the initiative to inquire about the trivial matters of Vincent and Rachel's married life. He was not the kind of person who liked to cause trouble or unhappiness for himself.

However, after the lovely twins were born, the funeral home keenly noticed that Vincent spent less and less time with him.

This change made the funeral home quite dissatisfied, but he did not show it easily.

Fortunately, Vincent was smart and soon noticed the mood change in the funeral home, and tried his best to comfort him.

But just as the funeral home gradually adapted to this peaceful and monotonous life, a sudden fire mercilessly burned his world.

The fire was so fierce that it seemed to devour the entire world, and the world of the funeral house was also engulfed by this terrible flame.

The undertaker, who had tried his best to rush back, stared blankly at the Phantomhive mansion surrounded by flames in front of him with wide eyes, his heart full of confusion and puzzlement.

I was just too lazy to attend the banquet, so I went back to the Management Department on a whim to handle some matters. What happened here? Where is Vincent?

Countless questions flooded into his mind like a tide, making him feel dizzy.

For the first time in his life, the undertaker truly experienced what it meant to be freezing cold.

The coldness did not come from the temperature outside, but from the fear and helplessness deep in his heart, just as cold as his broken heart at this moment.

In the state of death, he was not afraid of any burning flames. He seemed to have lost his mind and rushed into the blazing sea of fire like a madman, regardless of everything.

He anxiously called out Vincent's name while groping forward in the sea of fire that was filled with thick smoke and unbearable heat.

However, the only responses he received were the roars of the blazing flames and the loud rumblings of collapsing buildings.

"No...no...Vincent, where are you?" The undertaker screamed at the top of his lungs, tears mixed with sweat streaming down his cheeks.

In this sea of fire filled with chaos and despair, his figure seemed so small and lonely.

He followed the intermittent spiritual connection between him and Vincent, and finally found a faint trace of lingering breath in the deepest part of the sea of fire.

He rushed forward following the vague sensation, praying silently in his heart that he could find Vincent as soon as possible.

But when he finally arrived at that place, he could only see tiny specks of ashes floating in the air, like twinkling stars in the night sky, floating majestically in the surrounding air.

These ashes were the only traces left of Vincent, whom he had been thinking about so much.

They are so light that they seem like they will vanish without a trace in the wind at any moment.

The undertaker stretched out his trembling hands, trying to grasp those ashes that were as fleeting as the light of life, but in the end he could only watch them slip through his fingers and disappear in the blazing firelight...

He stared blankly at the devastated place before him, slowly stretching out his hands, trying hard to gather up Vincent's scattered ashes bit by bit.

He seemed to have forgotten his identity as the god of death. He knelt on his knees in an ungraceful manner, his hands shaking so violently that he could hardly control his movements.

However, he couldn't tell whether what he held in his hands were real ashes or just ordinary dust...

He looked dazed and bewildered, just kneeling there blankly, not moving.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, without even a breeze.

He suddenly realized that since arriving here, he couldn't feel any connection between Vincent's soul and his! He also didn't see even a wandering soul...

Yes! Soul! And Vincent's soul!

Thinking of this, his heart tightened, and he stood up suddenly, staggering towards the Death Management Department.

Along the way, various thoughts kept flashing through his mind: Surely, there must be other Death Gods who arrived here first...

Maybe they've already taken Vincent's soul...

Finally arriving at the Death Management Office, his tense heartstrings relaxed a little when he heard the good news from the Death.

There was indeed a Grim Reaper nearby at the time, and he successfully harvested hundreds of souls from the Phantomhive family.

But then, the words of the Grim Reaper made a chill surge from the bottom of his heart again.

Among the many harvested souls, the only one missing was that person, the one who was most important to him - Vincent.

He could no longer remember what his expression was at the funeral home at that time, but he remembered the deep fear on the faces of those Grim Reapers who came back to report.

It doesn't matter... He told himself silently in his heart.

Vincent must still be alive, and must just be playing a game of hide-and-seek with me...

It doesn't matter, I'll find you no matter what... Vincent...

He found Rachel, the usually intelligent woman, and when she saw him dressed as the Grim Reaper, there was no surprise on her face.

However, when he asked Rachel about the whereabouts of Vincent's soul, she shook her head helplessly, saying that she knew nothing about it. When she opened her eyes again, she was brought here by the god of death.

But she still remembered the person who killed her and Vincent.

A silver-haired man wearing a white butler's uniform.

In her blurred consciousness, Rachel seemed to see a pair of white wings behind him.

The funeral home immediately knew who the man was.

A strange creature who called himself an angel was discovered by the funeral home when he appeared in the UK.

I just don't know where he is now...

After meeting Rachel, the image of the lovely twins suddenly appeared in the funeral home's mind.

By the time he finally found them, it was too late.

One of the children secretly signed a contract with the devil, and the other's soul was almost swallowed by the devil, but the funeral home was quick to rescue it.

After the fire that the nobles talked about so much, the original life of the funeral home was completely disrupted.

He began a long and aimless search.

He was like a lone goose that had lost its way, wandering in the vast crowd. Although he had no clear goal in mind and was disappointed time and time again, his persistence never wavered for a moment.

Recently, a mysterious rumor has been circulating among the Death Gods:

"Have you heard? The once-famous legendary Grim Reaper is now running around like a madman, seemingly searching for something!"

"It must be an extremely precious, priceless treasure, right? Otherwise, how could such a legendary figure lose his composure like this?"

"Who knows?"

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These stories were accidentally revealed by the undertaker and Vincent during their casual conversation.

Of course, it was impossible for them to tell everything in detail. After all, Draco and Eric were still there, and they were just children.

"Oh, by the way, Harry, you know what? Vincent really gave me a huge surprise!"

Draco slapped his head as if waking up from a dream, and then took out a crystal clear crystal ball from his personal space.

Harry looked at the crystal ball with a puzzled look on his face.

The crystal ball was small and exquisite, just the right size for Draco's palm.

Although the entire sphere appears completely transparent, one can clearly see a cherry-sized red light spot in the center, which rises and falls regularly and steadily, just like human breathing.

"What on earth is this?" Harry stared at the inside of the crystal ball with full of curiosity, and even moved closer involuntarily.

However, even after observing it so closely, he still couldn't tell exactly what that mysterious light spot was.

"Hey, let me tell you, this... is Voldemort!" Draco said this lightly with a playful smile on his face, as if it was not a shocking thing.

"Oh, so...what...what?!" Harry didn't react at first and agreed subconsciously, but just a second later, he suddenly came to his senses, staring at the crystal ball with his eyes, and his originally gentle gaze instantly became full of hostility and vigilance.

Draco reached out gently and patted Harry's shoulder soothingly.

"Or rather, it would be more appropriate to call him Tom Riddle." Draco said softly, his eyes somewhat ambiguous.

Harry's green eyes sparkled with intelligence. After a moment's thought, he immediately understood the profound meaning of Draco's words.

"Are you saying that this is actually just the part of Voldemort that was once known as Tom Riddle?"

Indeed, Voldemort during Tom Riddle's time did not seem to have committed many unforgivable crimes, except for the incident involving Myrtle.

He and Voldemort can be regarded as two completely different people.

Therefore, there may be no need to be overly nervous or vigilant about this part of existence that now appears to be Tom Riddle.

But even though he understood this, Harry still harbored a deep dislike for him deep down in his heart.

Perhaps there really was some kind of conflict between him and Riddle, which gave rise to this aversion.

"Then where did this come from? Vincent? Is it on the life and death platform?"

Harry looked away with disgust, fearing that his restless hands would uncontrollably summon the power of thunder and shatter the crystal ball that contained Tom Riddle's soul.

Harry frowned slightly and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

A moment later, it was like a flash of lightning in Harry's mind, and all the clues were instantly connected together.

"I think... Vincent must have stumbled upon Riddle in this state while at the Platform of Life and Death. As for the specific reason, we still don't know, but what is certain is that for some reason, Vincent took him out of that place with him."

Harry slowly raised his head and looked at Draco, his eyes showing a serious look.

After hearing all the stories about Vincent, he couldn't help but feel a little wary of this man who could manipulate death at will.

His first reaction was not to think that this was just a coincidence, but rather that there must be some unknown conspiracy hidden in it.

"Maybe it's the so-called sixth sense." Draco did not comment.

After all, as far as he knew, there was a faint trace of wizard power deep in Vincent's soul.

It was probably this elusive mysterious power that gave him a strong intuition after seeing Tom Riddle's soul, making him believe that this soul was of vital importance.

The funeral home must have told Vincent many things about wizards, but Draco had no idea what the purpose of the former Count Phantomhive was.

But these are not that important, they are mostly just open and covert struggles for power.

Harry, standing by, didn't even bother to glance at the crystal ball. He just casually asked, "So what are you going to do with this... soul?"

Draco stared at the ball of red light. After a moment of silence, he responded softly, "...I think I should hand him over to the Godfather."

"Godfather? Godfather Sev?" Harry couldn't help but frown, muttering to himself in confusion, "How could Godfather... He shouldn't want to see Voldemort at all, right? After all..."

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but think of his mother.

Draco, who was standing by, keenly caught the moment when Harry mentioned Snape, when the red light in the crystal ball suddenly appeared and jumped chaotically.

The corners of Draco's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.