Cursed Box

Seeing Shanna like this, Aoun knew he couldn't count on his little granddaughter. So he turned to the others, hoping someone knew where Bell had gone.

But Aoun was quickly disappointed again. Everyone looked at one another, then shook their heads together. Clearly, none of them knew Bell's whereabouts.

"Where the hell did that brat Bell run off to...?"

"Here, here! I'm right here."

Bell's voice suddenly came from overhead. Everyone looked up to see Bell slowly floating down from the sky, holding Little Wolf by the back of his collar.

Since Bell and Little Wolf had been the farthest from the box, they were also the last to enter.

"Bell, what exactly is going on? What did you do?"

Bell's maternal grandfather, Drude, demanded loudly.

Bell barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes. After all, this was his own grandfather, so he still had to show some respect.

What did he mean, what had Bell done?

He hadn't done anything at all, okay?!

Landing beside his aunt Helena, Bell casually tossed Little Wolf aside and took Little Bell from Helena's arms.

Little Bear Tibbers, hanging from the little girl's waist, was radiating waves of brilliant light, as though it was about to reach its limit.

"There, there, stop crying. This isn't Little Bell's fault. It's all Auntie's fault. Later, we'll have mom Elena teach her a lesson, okay?"

Bell gently comforted Little Bell while helping her suppress the Obscurus within her.

Helena gritted her teeth at that, but seeing Little Bell crying so pitifully, she ultimately obediently kept her mouth shut.

Once he felt that Little Bell had calmed down somewhat, Bell finally turned to the curious crowd.

"This box is called the Cursed Box. I made it some time ago... You could say it's a half-finished product."

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