Sirius's escape from prison eventually affected Ciel's life.

Thinking of the news he had received from Lucius that "in order to ensure the safety of students from the threat of the fugitive Sirius Black, the Ministry of Magic has decided to send Dementors to guard Hogwarts," and thinking about the Patronus Charm that he could not learn no matter how hard he tried, Charles could not help but sigh deeply.

"A little earl was found." A bloodless hand suddenly rested on Charles' shoulder.

Ciel: !!!

"who!"

He turned his head suddenly, and a sharp nail gently poked his face. The boy's soft cheek sank slightly, and the contrast between his fair skin and the black nail was obvious.

They were so close that Charles's thin body was almost entirely embraced by the person behind him.

"Hehehe, little earl, long time no see~"

"Undertaker?! Why are you here?" Charles slapped his hand away and easily broke free from Undertaker's loose restraints. He took a few steps back and looked vigilantly at the figure that appeared silently.

He had not forgotten that it was this unremarkable fellow who had created the terrifying "Legion of the Living Dead"...

Thinking of the huge ship that sank for the so-called "killing experiment", and the hundreds of people on the ship who died because of this god of death and those greedy guys who tried to throw the dead into the battlefield as killing machines, Charles' eyes dimmed.

Although the world has changed, and according to his investigation, Undertaker has not conducted any experiments on corpses, but...

Charles still couldn't feel at ease with him.

"Ah, why?" The man in the black robe hid his hands in his long sleeves, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

"I have been waiting for the young earl to come to the store." Undertaker approached Charles with a smile.

"why?"

"The young earl must have some very interesting jokes to trade with me, right?"

"But I don't think I need to make any deal with you." Charles said calmly. "Besides, I'm not a count now."

"Hehehe, little earl, is that what you think?" Undertaker tilted his head, and the two long black straps on his hat swayed with his movement.

"It's not nice to say this, but if you've already got what you want, it's better for you, little Earl, to stay away from the Butler~"

"Demons are quite greedy and evil creatures." Undertaker suddenly reached out and grabbed Charles' collar. The suddenly tight collar made Charles almost unable to breathe. "They feed on human souls and are good at deceiving and playing with their prey."

"Even a dog with a collar may not obey orders sometimes..." Undertaker raised his hand a little higher, "Young Master, are you ready for the day when your dog will eat you?"

"This is my own decision." Ciel stood on tiptoe as the undertaker moved. His fair face quickly turned red because of holding his breath, but his clear eyes were still very calm. "I signed a contract with him..."

"Well, I pray that this contract won't backfire on you." Undertaker's cold fingertips brushed over Ciel's now intact left eye. "That would be too boring..."

Human nature is to be afraid of death...

Well, let me see what the little earl would choose if he had the chance to break the contract with the devil.

If the next development is interesting enough, I can provide help for free...

"Undertaker, what are you doing to my young master?" A magnetic voice sounded from the side.

Sebastian appeared out of nowhere with a gentle smile on his face. Behind him, the background board was full of black roses. The silver knife between his fingers flashed a sharp cold light under the sunlight.

"Ah, it's Butler-kun." Undertaker was still smiling, "I was just chatting with the young master."

"Well, could you please let my master go? He looks a little unwell." Sebastian asked politely.

"Of course." Undertaker loosened his hand, and Ciel lost his balance and fell into Sebastian's arms.

"Well, since the butler is here, I will leave first." Undertaker waved his hand with his back to the two of them. "If you need anything in the future, you are always welcome to come to the store, young lord."

"Ah, ah~ I'm really looking forward to seeing the little earl living in my specially made coffin~"

"Master, are you okay?" After the undertaker disappeared, Sebastian looked down at the boy in his arms.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The suppressed cough came out, and Charles waved away Sebastian's raised hand and loosened the delicate ribbon around his neck himself.

"You're too slow." His voice was slightly hoarse, and the corners of his eyes turned a bright red due to stimulation.

Although he said he wanted to come to the garden alone, it was Sebastian's fault for not showing up at the first moment!

Ciel thought so and glared at Sebastian.

"I'm sorry, Master, I couldn't make it in time." Sebastian paused, and something flashed in his dark red eyes. "Did Undertaker tell you anything?"

"It's just some facts I already knew, it's no big deal," Ciel frowned impatiently. "Remember to keep an eye on him, that army of the undead cannot appear again."

"As you command, Master."

Ciel handed the ribbon in his hand to Sebastian, raised his chin slightly and asked him to tie it into a beautiful knot again.

"It's not too early, let's go back."

"How about we practice the waltz before dinner?"

"..."

"Oh my, are you going to show off your poor dancing steps in front of everyone at the Christmas dinner?"

"Shut up! Haven't you learned this before?"

"But you haven't practiced for a long time, right? As one of the masters of the Phantomhive family, you have to dance at the banquet held by your family anyway, right?"

"......I see."

"Then how about I still be your dance partner?"

"I said, I know! Now shut up!"

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