𝔖apphire optic that had been fixated upon frozen treat flickered immediately towards the devil that now stood his stature. Despite his resignation about allowing the young adolescent any sort of sweets before lunch or dinner, it seemed he still had plenty of humor in him to direct at the boy. It had not gone unnoticed, how though it was underhanded, it was snide. Both knew how terribly delicate the Earl’s health was, but it should not be the target of that afternoon’s quandary. Thus the dagger-like glare from the teenager was placed upon his butler and that filthy mug upon his visage.
He would speak with venom laced ‘neath his tongue before gently gathering his dessert and turning his back to the other by way of swivel chair. He thought it best that he otherwise ignore the his servant lest his temper be roused and his afternoon delight disturbed. Not a moment sooner had he turned his seat that Sebastian had pardoned himself for the time being to resume his duties (especially considering the oft carefree trio below).
Twice the hour would pass before the young one would be collected from his study upon the second floor and lead him to the dining room where afternoon refection was served. He supposed that with the dreadful weather out, it was the reason most of the food served were light and cool while still allowing for proper nutrition to be ingested for one still growing. Such was dessert, a much more chilled treat than what he had earlier, served before him and no less than a delectable flavor; one he much enjoyed in the rare occasion. Upon the end of the hour, the boy would retreat to his study once more to begin his paperwork as his lessons were complete for the day. Not a word of complaint would be heard from him as the clicking of a knob setting into place was placed. To think the devil would listen to him for once instead of sticking with his aesthetics.
The heat had calmed considerably as Ciel took to the leather chair behind the desk, sifting through papers that needed reviewing. Having finally lowered his own body temperature, he would then be able to focus proper on his work. However, his attention would not last long when a gentle rapping would be heard at his door; a hum from the boy that he knew his butler would hear allowing the man entry. The next moment would reveal his butler with sterling tray in hand carrying a letter. How peculiar it was to receive anything so late in the day. Ah- but further inspection once pristine envelope was in the boy’s hands would reveal that the wax seal on the back was from none other than Her Majesty. Singular orb would carefully open the casing by way of letter opener and slender digits would retrieve the letter within. A moment of silence between the two filled the room as Ciel read over it. A second after he was done, an audible and distasteful breath would escape parted lips as he rested the paper on his desk. He would lean back in his seat, elbows propped on the arms of his chair and his hands clasping together just over his chest as he turned his gaze to his demon.
‘ There goes the peace I had been enjoying. Sebastian. Prepare to leave for London as soon as possible. It seems that there has been wind of various dismembered figures appearing in the Thames. Human limbs are being found and collected across the entirety of the embankment. None have found a hint of the suspect. So we are to depart as soon as we are able to by request of Her Majesty. ’
A slight chuckle escaped his lips at the notion of the received glare. ❝—Yes, my Lord. I shall have the preparation commenced right away.❞ Whimsicality was neatly replaced by an immediate poise. There wasn’t any shade of hesitation in his articulation as he replied, nor queries would be asked, only but his refined politeness in conveying civility. Likened to when a servant is obliged to obey their respective decorum by obediently obeying his master’s behest, fairly this is none than other one of them. Sebastian has been expecting its forthcoming upon receiving the letter. It is anticipated for such circumstance to transpire considering the customary role that the Phantomhive has been fulfilling ever since and considering how much the Queen favours the young Earl’s dedication in accomplishing the tasks that has been rendered. Impassive countenance plastered across his visage with a vague smile tugging at the corners of his lips whilst crimson orbs tacitly scrutinized the other’s expression before offering the usual bow and leaving the room in an unruffled comportment. It is pretty puzzling if one were to guess the thoughts that were assembled behind the demon’s expression, but it is surely evident that he was intrigued by the facade of playing a butler. Infinite of time in the demon’s grasp, sparing a little of his unfettered time being entangled in the thrills of this invisible hunt and chase divertissement, couldn’t be thrilling enough, at least for his amusement.
Proficiently without any errors, Sebastian has taken care of the remaining tasks that deemed priorities before preparing to depart for London in that evening. Proper instructions to cater to the other plain sailing needs were left in the charge of Mr. Tanaka and the mischief maker trios. They have been entrusted solely with one task, to safeguard the Phantomhive mansion from any unforeseen intrusions. Although they may be deficient in etiquettes, but he is sanguine when it comes to their combat and weaponry skills. Sebastian could rest assured. With the accompaniment of safe bade wishes from them, the two departed the mansion. Scenes of greenery view aesthetically decorated along the course of their serene journey whilst being in the carriage.❝—Isn’t this intriguing?❞ The quietude throughout the journey was utilized to confer about the issue that was mentioned in the Queen’s letter. Having sat before the young lord, the scent of the freshly peeled oranges imbued the small space as a piece of the citrus fruit was offered towards the young earl. Of course, after appraising the young lord’s temperament, Sebastian has taken into account to pack up some oranges for him during their journey considering how the elfin frame has been throwing tantrums over the sweltering heat that surmounted in the same afternoon. The citrus fruits are known to be cooling which is one of the perfect fits to momentarily quench one’s thirst in an ardent heat as such. Though the steady decline of degree in the atmospheric conditions were noticeable as it was reaching twilight.
❝—How rather sui generis, and invoking curiosity, if I would comment. This surely disparates from the ones we had decoded and solved. It appeared that the effectuator is comparatively intrepid, announcing their work openly. Don’t you think so, my lord? ❞ Their journey lasted a couple hours before finally arriving in the Phantomhive townhouse which is the base of operations of the Phantomhive family in London. The scorching atmospheric conditions which reigned in that same afternoon has toned down over the evening and been replaced by the cooling gist of mist that now enshrouded the townhouse. Neighs of the horses hearkened as soon as their carriage made a halt right before the entrance of the townhouse. It has already been dusk when they finally reached. ❝—We have finally reached London.❞ Velvety gloved hand aptly extended to assist the young lord’s steps to vacate the carriage agilely before directing him into the foyer of the townhouse. Now. As he believed so, necessary preparations should be conscientiously planned beforehand. The night is still young after all.
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