Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 385: Opening up on Cillian’s life and death.

Phoebe hesitated slightly; her fingers nervously danced on the edge of the stool. She glanced up at her aunt and saw calm on her face. It seemed her aunt had already made up her mind on what the answer was.

Since the secret was out anyway, it was best to admit it all, Phoebe figured.

"It had to be done aunt, you are a guardian which means that you know about how disastrous things will become if these keys land in the wrong hands." Phoebe’s voice came out, carefully measured.

Aunt Maureen sighed heavily. "I cannot lie, I am somewhat shocked by this revelation, but I am glad that you nabbed them. First of all, you are the last person anyone would ever suspect to have then and secondly, you managed to get away with it in the presence of so many people with makes it so much more fun." Her heart fluttered with glee; her niece was finally beginning to open up to her.

They could now start getting into trouble together, going on hunting trips and training. Phoebe had said that she could help so perhaps by working together they would find out sooner what happened to her father.

"I promise that you secret is safe with me, cross my heart." She mimicked the gesture with a wide smile on her face, "But, what are you going to do about old man Rufus, if he finds out that you are in possession of the keys, he will demand that you hand them over. I advise that you keep this information to yourself for now for everyone’s safety."

A light smile tugged on Phoebe’s lips; she was thrilled that they were on the same page. "I have not revealed this information to anyone aunt and until the moment is right, he will never know." A frown replaced her smile. "Aunt it’s your turn now, please tell me what you know about grandfather’s death." Her expression taunt with unspoken fear.

Aunt Maureen’s face flushed red, deep inside she felt embarrassed that after all this time she no answers that explained the situation but nevertheless she decided to tell her what she knew.

"There is not much to tell, and I am probably going to disappoint you, but I am going to share what little I know. My father, your grandfather was a guardian, one of the greatest that ever lived. He was strong and fast, as powerful as uncle Rufus at their peak." Her voice was filled with awe and her eyes shined at the memories. "He was revered among his peers and loved by all his students at the Moldove founding academy."

"Grandpa was a teacher at that school! What did he teach?" Phoebe interjected excitedly, this was the first time that she was hearing new information about her grandfather and already he sounded like an amazing man. Her eyes darted around, no wonder there were so many books among his belongings.

Maureen was pleased by Phoebe’s excitement at the smallest of knowledge on her father. Her heart felt lighter; it felt good talking about him. "A professor actually, father was among the special guardians that harbored the knowledge on the old magic that was practiced in the olden days. He was an ancient magic history and spells professor."

Phoebe’s toes danced and she vibrated.

[Woah! spells, my grandfather taught magic spells at a magic school! I feel like I am living in a fantasy world.]

Aunt Maureen continued her narration. "When he was not traveling, he spent most of his free time learning about the seven witches that interlaced the spells that were used in the battle that led to our victory in the supernatural war. To date among the guardians are people known as the spellweavers, their primary role is to weave together various components of magic to craft complex and effective spells. Although of late, there has been very little progress in their kind."

The spirit sneered. "This can only mean that there has not been an actual true spellweaver in years. Lack of progress means lack of knowledge and skills, it also means that those at the academy currently would not be able to help the guardians fight in a supernatural war, let alone winning it. What is going on at that academy lately?" Worry laced its voice.

Aunt Maureen sighed in frustration. "The Spellcasters are supposed to take the lead in that department, but Enron Spellcaster has failed. He does nothing but blame their failure on the fact that the grand guardian has not shown his or herself.

It is frustrating because the grand guardian is not a spellweaver, he or she uses the spells, tools, sigils and weapons the spell weavers craft, it is not the other way round." She waved her hand to dismiss that conversation, but Phoebe was too interested to let it go.

"The Spellcasters?" She asked, her eyes widening that her whites showed.

This was a bonus, she had come to know more about her grandfather, learning about the guardians and spellweavers had not been in her expectations. How could the Spellcasters be poor at their job when Sabrina was talented at magic? She had the foundation, but she still lacked training and empathy.

Her aunt nodded in response. "The very ones that you know, our families crossed paths in the past, we used to be on friendly terms with them. Old man Enron was pained so much when my father died, he was the one person that gave me clues when I asked him about father’s death." She twisted her face to express frustration. "Even old man Lee who was father’s other best friend held his tongue. To date, I will never understand why he chose to do that, he never really came around to Mayfair manor after we buried my father, and I don’t know why."

Old man Lee was Shanna’s grandfather, Phoebe had heard about his friendship with her grandfather. Was he a guardian too? He had once offered to tell her stories about her grandfather but she did not take him up on it. Perhaps it was time to pay him a visit and hear what he had to say.

"What clues did Enron Spellcaster give you?" Phoebe’s narrowed eyes stared at her aunt.

Shifting uncomfortably, aunt Maureen leaned forward, time had come to get into why they were really there. "You cannot divulge this information to anyone, ever. Do you understand?" She looked at Phoebe with eyes that were a whirlpool of grave seriousness. She was not even blinking, and her gaze was unwavering. "Old man Enron could get in trouble if anyone found out that he told me something, so keep it to yourself like the secrets of the keys." Her words came out more like a stern warning.

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Phoebe nodded her head continuously. "My lips are sealed." her index finger moved to meet her lips and gestured as if she was closing a zipper. It was a promise that she was willing to take whatever secret she heard to her grave.

"Old man Enron told me that father was given a mission by the Moldove founding academy, one that no guardian in his right mind would accept. He was told to go and investigate The Island of no return." The words escaped her lips, but they were barely audible.