The familiar sound of Sebastian's footsteps could be heard as he entered Ciel's room. The butler quietly pushed the trolley towards the side before making his way over to the curtains to open them. As he did, the butler glanced at the sleeping Ciel. A soft sigh could be heard from Sebastian. How long had he been serving the young human like this? A butler to the core yes, but Sebastian could not deny that he was still in the end a demon. That contract had to be fulfilled before he could feast upon the boy's soul. If it had been left up to any other demon, they would have taken Ciel's soul by force already. Indeed there was a possibility that demons could break the contract if they became impatient. Sebastian knew it all too well...
"Please wake up my young Master. It is time for breakfast" said Sebastian as he gently tapped Ciel on the shoulder. He handed Ciel his favourite blend of tea before beginning to comb the boy's soft hair. The newspaper lay on the trolley, having been read and memorised by Sebastian just moments earlier. "London is calm today young Master. There has been no reported murders or strange occurrences in the newspaper. Perhaps it is a sign of your due diligence" commented Sebastian with a playfully mocking tone. Yes, he and Ciel had eliminated threat after threat under orders from Her Majesty the Queen. Had they truly cleansed the capital of danger r was it just a calm before the storm. Whatever the situation, Sebastian couldn't help but poke a little bit of fun at Ciel being the Queen's watchdog - a stark contrast to his bold and confident self.
"It appears that the Queen recently called for a celebration to be held in honour of the Duchess. To retain the reputation of the Phantomhives, your garments will need to be remade from scratch. I have organised your tailor to visit this afternoon and she has confirmed her availability" Sebastian then stepped back studying Ciel's body. "And it also appears that you are growing fast my Lord. Soon you will be able to reach my shoulder without the need to stand on your toes" added Sebastian with another playful smirk. Ciel still had a bit of growing to do, but at least he no longer looked like the small and pitiful child that Sebastian had stamped with his seal. The boy had grown in terms of his height and also his mind, having gained the mindset of a proper Lord.
The rate at which one would grow was not a concern for Demons. Demons could change their form at will, the only factor determining rank and authority was their raw power. In contrast, humans were fickle in what they saw, judging a person's worth merely by their appearance and not paying mind to what truly lies beyond.
"Please wake up my young Master. It is time for breakfast" said Sebastian as he gently tapped Ciel on the shoulder. He handed Ciel his favourite blend of tea before beginning to comb the boy's soft hair. The newspaper lay on the trolley, having been read and memorised by Sebastian just moments earlier. "London is calm today young Master. There has been no reported murders or strange occurrences in the newspaper. Perhaps it is a sign of your due diligence" commented Sebastian with a playfully mocking tone. Yes, he and Ciel had eliminated threat after threat under orders from Her Majesty the Queen. Had they truly cleansed the capital of danger r was it just a calm before the storm. Whatever the situation, Sebastian couldn't help but poke a little bit of fun at Ciel being the Queen's watchdog - a stark contrast to his bold and confident self.
"It appears that the Queen recently called for a celebration to be held in honour of the Duchess. To retain the reputation of the Phantomhives, your garments will need to be remade from scratch. I have organised your tailor to visit this afternoon and she has confirmed her availability" Sebastian then stepped back studying Ciel's body. "And it also appears that you are growing fast my Lord. Soon you will be able to reach my shoulder without the need to stand on your toes" added Sebastian with another playful smirk. Ciel still had a bit of growing to do, but at least he no longer looked like the small and pitiful child that Sebastian had stamped with his seal. The boy had grown in terms of his height and also his mind, having gained the mindset of a proper Lord.
The rate at which one would grow was not a concern for Demons. Demons could change their form at will, the only factor determining rank and authority was their raw power. In contrast, humans were fickle in what they saw, judging a person's worth merely by their appearance and not paying mind to what truly lies beyond.