The Votarist | bl | black butler

2: The Votarist, Divine

2: The Votarist, Divine

the vows of which he sworn
a devil's entice it will tore
the promises that are holy
will break with a devil's matrimony

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Did a man like that truly exist in this world? Such a selfless, loving man.

Ciel didn't think so.

"Thank you," he expressed his gratitude towards the children. "Will you be here tomorrow as well?"

"Yeah! But our siblings should be accompanying Brother Sinclaire tomorrow instead of us."

"I appreciate your... hospitality. I'll make sure to drop by tomorrow."

"Then, you can look more, sir! There'll be even more stalls tomorrow!"

Ciel nodded and walked away, glancing at the chattering crowd surrounding Ravi Sinclaire. Today was just the start of the investigation. He could take his time to unravel the mysteries behind this serial murder case. Anyway, he did take those bumbling subordinates of his on a vacation, lest they tore down the manor.

They could afford to stay longer at Exeter.

His poor manor, ah.

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"Sebastian."

"Yes, my lord?"

"The others will be coming with us. To make us look more... like tourists instead of investigators. I can't be bothered pretending to be in awe of their... festivities."

The young Earl Ciel Phantomhive rubbed his throbbing temples. "Talking to those two kids almost drained what little patience I have." They were so innocent, too protected, that Ciel found it hard to look at them straight in the eyes. The pure adoration they held towards Ravi Sinclaire overwhelmed the little earl.

Ah. That man called Ravi Sinclaire. Ciel didn't believe that he did all those good deeds in the kindness of his heart. Even if he did, there must be a hidden motive behind each action. With his suspicious decisions, it was hard for Ciel not to suspect the man.

Especially when his story was too perfect.

They made their way into town after lunch, dressed in more comfortable clothes than the ones Ciel had worn yesterday.

"Look, Mey-Rin, Bard! It's, uh, a goldfinch! It's so realistic!" Finny excitedly hovered around a hand-sized sculpture of a goldfinch on display. Just like he said, the little sculpture was so realistic that one would mistake it for the real thing. The feathers looked light and free, soft to the point that the mind would think it was actually soft.

But this little sculpture was made out of wood, painted carefully by its owner. Many such items were on display and Finny admired each and every one of them, making the sculptor feel even more proud of her work.

The trio went on ahead to window shop and even bought a few things here and there, spending their earnings and the advanced salary Ciel gave them. Tanaka, the old butler, watched over the trio while also buying himself some souvenirs. After all, they rarely go so far for a vacation. They should savor every moment.

Meanwhile, women of all ages couldn't tear their gazes away from the handsome coachman. No, rather, the handsome butler whose face was too immaculate to be true. A few of them thought that Devanshu's beauty dazed them the day before. Thus, they 'hallucinated' and saw such a man.