Spoiled by Eight Uncles Novel novel Chapter 919

Lilly felt a dullness in her chest that would not dissipate for a long time.

“Master, why don’t you just cry a little too.”

Lilly felt a little… ’emo’. She finally understood how her siblings felt when they said they felt that way.

At last, tears fell from her eyes.

Pablo smiled, reaching out and holding Lilly’s face. He brushed a finger over her cheek, wiping her tears away.

“Why are you crying even harder?” He asked. “Are you sad? I’m really alright now.”

He gave it some thought, and said, “Why don’t I tell you how I got my revenge, hm?’

Lilly looked at her master uncertainly.

She did not want to see her master upset. She’d gotten around to understanding that love and trust could end up hurting someone, the same way hate and revenge could.

Revenge, at its core, stemmed from the endless reminder of hatred.

Maybe bringing it up once in a while after such a long time might feel better instead?

“Go on, Master.” Lilly picked herself up, crawling over to lie in Pablo’s arms.

She looked at him, her gaze earnest.

Pablo looked down. The breeze rippled through his hair, making him look even more ethereal.

**

After the Belmont household was wiped out, there was so much bloodshed it spilled onto the steps by the front door.

Pablo hovered in front of it hopelessly, his gaze hollow.

Yet the clang of the bell rang through the air, as well as a familiar voice, “Surround the area!”

“Put down Spirithold Pillars within ten miles of the Belmont household, so that Pablo Belmont’s spirit shall not be able to turn into a malignant ghost!”

Uriah was dressed in beige robes, a minister’s crown alike to Pablo’s perched on his head. His gaze was sharp, staring at the doorframe of the household entrance.

“Uriah Phillips… what are you trying to do!” Pablo was furious at the betrayal of his friend, pouncing on him as he roared!

The bell at Uriah’s belt rang at once!

Three thousand years ago, humans were highly superstitious and believed in all forms of spirits and ghosts and gods.

Praying ceremonies, altars, and spiritual affairs were treated with utmost importance.

Pablo had gotten the position of head minister relying on his own talent and skills, and had been highly regarded.

In fact, he had made the bell tied to Uriah’s belt himself. It was to warn one of any spirits or ghosts nearby, to make it easier to beware of them…

All the hairs on Uriah’s body stood up, and he whispered, “Pablo Belmont. I can’t believe you’re still here.”

Pablo paid no mind to the bell’s threats, reaching out to strangle Uriah.

But his hands passed right through Uriah’s body. The bell rang even louder, sending Uriah flying a good distance.

Uriah looked around him, before speaking in a low voice, “Pablo, I had no choice! Just get out of here, and stop staying in the mortal realm! There is no place for you here!”

Pablo let out a bark of laughter, staring at him resentfully. “No place for me? Would it be a place for you, then?”

Uriah knew Pablo extremely well. They had been friends for over a decade, and had grown closer than brothers.

Uriah knew Pablo was around, and could guess what he would say.

“Shouldn’t it be mine?” Uriah clenched his fists. “The best of the best. Why shouldn’t it be me?”

“You’ve overshadowed me for too long! We’re brothers, so you should let me have this and just go.”

“Or don’t fault me for not showing you mercy…”

Pablo froze. He let out a chuckle, growing into a manic laugh as tears flowed down his face.

What a laughable, painful excuse.

“You and your family lied to me, just so you could take my place as head minister?”

“You were like a brother to me. My brother was jealous of me!”

“Nana was only three… Reuben… Reuben had just learned my name.” Pablo’s eyes were bloodshot, his tears turning bloody as he howled at Uriah, “And you! You didn’t let a single of them go!”

Uriah had played a huge part in raising Nana too, buying her toys and sweets.

Once Nana had run into the emperor’s chambers by accident, and Uriah had knelt before the emperor asking for forgiveness on Nana’s behalf as well.

How could he… how could they!

“Uriah… Uriah Phillips!” Pablo howled, passing through Uriah again and again as he pounced on him.

Uriah stepped backwards slowly. All of a sudden, the Belmont household broke out in flames.

Pablo’s gaze sharpened. “No, no, dont!”

His family was already dead, their souls disintegrated.

Pablo would have still liked for their bodies to be buried.

Burning a dead body back then, was how they dealt with people who deserved to disappear forever.

Pablo rushed into the fire, but was forced out from the heat. The fire grew, and the entire Belmont house began to burn.

The civilians watched from afar as they murmured, “Good riddance! Evil ministers like him deserve to die!”

“Good, good riddance! I hope they never know peace in hell!”

“I honestly wouldn’t have been able to tell, you know. He pretended to be all kind and for the people, gentle and tender— but turned out to have such an evil heart… to think that we called him a prodigy too. Like hell he is!”

“He really went too far… a civil servant, trying to cause an uprising! Good riddance!”

Uriah stood in front of the crowd. He heard everything, but did not stand up for Pablo at all.

“Sir, the Spirithold Pillars have been put down!”

Uriah said coldly, “Alright… you may leave.”