Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 485

Chapter 485: Gaps being filled.
Questions swirled in Phoebe’s mind when grandpa Lee informed them that her grandfather was not the first guardian that had been given this mission.

“Grandpa Lee do you mean that there were other guardians or supernatural hunters that were assigned this mission before my grandfather? Had you been given this mission as well?” Phoebe asked, her unblinking eyes staring at him.

The old man nodded. “The name of the island itself spells trouble. A place called the island of no return is not a place any sane person should visit, even a guardian should think twice before venturing there.

Every year about one hundred or more people just vanish into thin air when they visit that island. There are rumors about mist as night that whispers, winds that carried cries, rain that falls with blood. Even though supernatural guardians and others in our fields are protected more than ordinary humans, that place is still dangerous.” Again, he posed and drunk some water.

The food which had been delivered remained untouched, nobody was in the mood to eat. It’s delicious aroma was less enticing than the answers being received after a long fruitless search.

Old man Lee put down the glass and continued in a bitter, shaky voice, “The fact that the mission was off the books worried me more than anything. You see, Rufus had banned off the books missions because it meant when you were in trouble on a secret mission, nobody came for you. If you died, nobody looked for your body because they don’t know how you died. Your loved ones would spend their lives wondering what happened to you.

You would end up being just another missing person in the country with no one really looking for you because they didn’t even know where to begin. When Morell took charge of the academy, he restarted off the book’s missions and because of that, we have at least thirteen hunters and two guardians whose whereabouts are unknown today. I know some of their families and every time I look at them, I feel guilty.”

He sighed and calmed himself, “Anyway, I rejected it immediately and even told Cillian about a dangerous off the books mission going around. Imagine my surprise when I found out that he had accepted that same mission! I thought he was crazy.” He twisted his mouth in a dismissive way.

Maureen’s eyes grew moist. “So, my father decided to put himself in danger knowing that there was a possibility he would not make it back to us! Why would he do such a thing? He knew that there was a possibility of him dying but he still went. Did he think of us or how we would live after he died? Why did he make such a selfish decision?” She burst out into an angry rant, groaned and clenched her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms.

Her anger was justified to a certain extent but grandpa Lee did not believe that Cillian’s motives had been selfish. Every guardian and hunter was the same as Cillian, driven by the same desire to serve and protect. He felt the need to defend his friend.

“Your father was not the kind of man to overlook the death of innocent people. Among those that had undertaken the mission before and failed to return were some of his students and friends. Your father wanted to know why it was the case so when everyone refused the mission, he decided to go himself and save them, bring them back or kill what had killed them. He was a guardian doing his duty at a great personal cost.” Old man Lee hoped that Maureen understood this and let go of her anger towards her father.

No hunter went for a mission hoping that their prey would kill them. They all hoped to kill the prey and return home. But the path of a supernatural hunter was one littered with danger, their lifespan was not guaranteed.

Phoebe patted her aunt’s hand, now was not the time to grow sentiments. “Go on grandpa Lee, what happened next? Did he leave immediately?” She asked.

Grandpa Lee nodded once. “Almost immediately but before he left, Cillian came to see me, at the time I had no idea that it would be the last time we would see each other. He brought that mystic key with him and wanted me to keep it for him because his research was unfinished. He was hoping to pick off from where he left off when he returned. I refused the moment he told me this. Why, you may ask.” He let the silence stretch on as if he was waiting for a response.

“Yeah why? You should have taken it because now he is dead, and we do not know who took it, but we all know how dangerous it is.” Maureen carefully measured her voice, although on the inside she wanted to scream.

Rekha lightly snapped her fingers. “Or better still, you should have accepted it and taken it to the academy.” She stated.

“Hmmm.” Grandpa Lee made a small snorting sound. “I take risks with my life but calculated ones only. Those mystic keys fall in the cursed relics bracket. They are connected to Ravana and everyone at the academy knows that demons and monsters and all sorts of people are looking for them. I did not want such trouble to come knocking on my door, I had to protect my family. Cillian made his choices, I made mine.”

His answer had Phoebe and Maureen locking gazes. Maureen was wondering if a demon had ever come knocking at their house and worried because Phoebe had two keys.

Phoebe was also wondering how safe the two keys were.

The spirit which had been sitting lazily on the arm rest of the chair between her and Maureen, leaped into communicated to Phoebe directly. “The space is very safe; you have nothing to worry about my dear.”

“So, what happened? Did grandpa Cillian go with the key?” Phoebe asked.

To grandpa Lee, the world seemed to grow still, he drew out deliberate breath and shook his head slowly. “He did not, he left it with the only other person that he could trust, Bernard Montgomery.”

Phoebe did not fathom the gravity of grandpa Lee’s words until she heard a dull thud. Everyone’s attention moved to Rekha whose plate of food was now overturned on the fluffy red carpet.

Rekha’s wide eyes remained glued on grandpa Lee who was staring at her with genuine concern.

“Child, are you alright? Your skin has gone ghostly.” He asked, wondering why she seemed too startled.

Rekha blinked rapidly. “Did you say Bernard Montgomery?” She quizzed, still pinning her gaze onto him.

Maureen touched her forehead in dread as she came to realize why Rekha had reacted like that. “Oh my goodness! It’s your father, right?”

On hearing her aunt’s words, Phoebe caught up to speed at airplane speed, a gasp escaped her lips. “Bernard Montgomery is Rekha’s father?” She voiced loudly.