Chapter 3

In the many years Sebastian had lived, he had never met quite an abnormal manservant such as Riff. The loyalty, the passion, even the way he simply held himself…. Sebastian found t quite sickening.

Even Ciel seemed quite observant of the man and his master.

They had settled in the games room over a game of chess. Ciel seemed amused by the teenage lord opposite him, an angelic face to demonic eyes…. A smile settled on Sebastian's lips… Well, the teenage lord seemed rather amusing.

Sebastian could mock how the lord composed himself. There was an air to the boy he couldn't quite catch, a strange isolated air. The scent of arsenic and wolf bane floated through the air, causing Sebastian to cough slightly. There were poisons here somewhere. Deep in the mansion maybe? Raising an eyebrow, Sebastian's eyes landed on the game once more.

He rolled his eyes as Ciel would manoeuvre his way through the game, just out of reach but ready to strike.

"Would you like some tea Earl Cain?" Sebastian asked, moving his hand toward the elegant pot he had made for Ciel. The aroma filled the air with sweetness and longing.

"I only take tea Riff makes," The Earl returned the smile.

Oh, so he was that sort of spoilt brat.

Bowing, Sebastian whispered in Ciel's ear, "There are poisons here, shall I take a look?"

Ciel's face made him chuckle.

"Well yes Master Ciel," Sebastian turned to Riff, "If you excuse me, I must attend to our servant before they destroy your lovely home."

Riff raised an eyebrow.

Then loud crashing echoed through the narrow hallways of the mansion, causing Earl Cain to jump to his feet. Ciel waved his hand at the teenager. Exhaling loudly, Sebastian raised a finger to his temple and rubbed it.

"They couldn't go two minutes without breaking something," Sebastian cursed under his breath, "I recommend you come with me Mr Riff, otherwise your own household may be in disarray."

Riff ran out of the room, as Sebastian followed. Taking one look over his shoulder, Sebastian saw Ciel smile at him then turn to the Lord. A smile settled on Sebastian's lips once more.

"Baldroy, what did I say about the flamethrower?" Sebastian said sternly, crossing his arms at the chef who rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. The kitchen was black with soot, while the stunning meal was now a blackened pile of rubble. The mansion's head chef was being comforted by Riff, throwing profanities at Baldroy.

"The guy doesn't know how to cook," Baldroy grumbled. Sitting on his butt, he stuck his head out from Sebastian's legs and yelled, "At least I know how to cook!"

"You couldn't even do a salad you buffoon!"

Sebstain exhaled loudly, "Where's Mei Rin?"

"With the other maids."

"Where's Finny?"

"With the gardeners."

Sebastian pulled Baldroy up by the collar and settled him on his feet, "We are the guests of Earl Hargreaves. I doubt the butler of this household wants to clean up after your messes, so-" Sebastian leaned close, his voice as quiet as a mouse, "If you guys can't behave, you can pack your bgs and leave the service of our master. Do I make myself clear?"

Resting his head low, Baldroy sighed, "Loud and clear."

Sebastian strolled to him, placing a hand on the young man's back.

"I'm sorry about Baldroy, I'm afraid his cooking methods are quite unorthodox," Sebastian beamed at the man, "However, if your chef needs any assistance, please don't be afraid to ask me," He peered to the cowering chef, "I am always happy to help."

Riff shrugged off his hand, "Thankyou, however my chef is fully capable of handling it. If you excuse me-"

As Riff sauntered off towards the gardens, Baldroy commented, "What climbed up his ass?"

Sebastian looked at the manservant. There was something just not quite right with him….

"I advise you to keep that to yourself."

Cain couldn't help but feel uneasy around that butler. The way the man composed himself, or even the way he handled being rejected… Most men would've at least shown some emotion. He guessed he would've had to try harder.

Ciel was even odder. No joy or light seemed to dance in his eyes. Only hard composure that only those who have seen too much have.

"You seem distracted Lord Cain?" Ciel mused at him, that smile settling on the younger boy's lips, "If you get distracted-" Ciel knocked off the knight, sending it plummeting to the ground. It landed with a thud, "You lose the game."

"Seems like you like to play serious on a childish game?"

"No," Ciel chuckled, "It's because I am a child, I take it seriously."

Cain bit his lip, this boy would be harder to crack than he realised.

Was this man an idiot? Ciel couldn't help but feel belittled by the older boy. Sebastian was on the lookout, he knew that. Any sense of danger, and this Lord would be on the ground with his intestines on display. But… There was something curious about the older Lord.

Something that reminded Ciel of himself

End of Chapter

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