Chapter 2021

Fergus elaborated, "However, there was nothing wrong with some of the children's blood. It's just that their dates of birth are bizarre." Fergus didn't notice the anger on Perseus's face. He continued to say truthfully, "Take the girls who were born on the 7th of July at 7:07 pm, for example." "Hmm?" Perseus frowned. "The date and time of birth…" His mind instantly recalled various sinister rumors—like the tale of the boy who was hanged in a field, dressed in red, shoes weighted down, a bloody hole in his head. They said such rituals stole a soul. Some even believed this was how vengeful spirits were created. A chilling thought struck him. Did the Ebreans on Paradise Isle understand these supernatural rites? Why were they so fixated on specific birthdates for their twisted purposes? "Mr. Caitford?" Fergus asked nervously. He worried he had said something to provoke Perseus—he had no desire to be fed his own flesh. Perseus took a slow, deep breath. His voice was tight with restrai