𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕾𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉

Playing Nurse

Bold = Translated German provided by the manga because I don't speak German

After a few more minutes spent arguing, both Sebastian and Y/N went along their separate ways. Y/N was to return to Ciel's bedside to tend to him, while Sebastian was going to investigate the forest further. While the demon did not at all like the implications made by Y/N that a human was behind the incident that had happened, he could not deny that she had made a good argument. But he would never admit that to her directly, not unless he could prove or preferably disprove her theory. So to the forest he went. Any evidence or the lack thereof would be valuable to their investigation whether it was magic or mad science that had caused their brush with death.

Twigs, crumbling grass and small clumps of dirt crunched beneath the black soles of Sebastian's polished shoes. Now that the sun was beginning to kiss the morning sky, and the fog had been lifted, the 'cursed' forest was actually not very intimidating. The aching trees that hosted dry and creaking branches resembled clawed hands much less in the broad daylight, and the twigs covering the brush and forest floor looked more like wood rather than bones.

"That curious murk is gone now, but..." Sebastian thought to himself as he stood in the clearing of the forest where they had nearly died the previous evening. "I still cannot sense a single living creature in this place." There were not even ants waiting to be crushed under a traveler's boot. The only thing alive for what felt like miles were the plants surrounding the demon. Not a single bird, bug, or bystander was creeping by.

The demon pulled his pristine, white glove from his marred hand. The discolored spots that tainted his skin made him scowl. His black nails were still perfectly shiny, however, and his purple contract seal was still in perfect condition on the back of his hand. Though, it did not seem to glow as bright as it once had. Sebastian's frown deepened. "A devil cannot be affected by the aura of evil spirits," he reminded himself as he studied the contact seal on the back of his hand with renewed interest. He had neglected to mention that to Y/N, as it would only support her theory. But still, it had seemed as if she had already known that when she spoke her mind to him. "Then, what is the true nature of that miasma and the Wolfman?"

After pulling his glove back onto his hand, Sebastian looked around himself one last time. His ruby red eyes scoured everything around him. He inspected every stone, branch and leaf. Yet there was nothing. At least, there was nothing he could see. The demon reached up to the groaning tree that held branches over his head and plucked a twig from it. It came off with a swift snap, three healthy leaves still intact. Hesitantly, Sebastian held the twig up to his nose and smelled the leaves.

Although the demon was not satisfied with his discovery enough to smile or even smirk, he hummed approvingly. "In any case," he said to himself as he tucked the twig into his breast pocket. "We are bound to this place until the Young Master recovers." Once he was sure the branch was protected in his tailcoat pocket, the demon swiftly turned on his heels, rustling the brush beneath his feet. "My, my," he scoffed. "The case as hand simply does not seem to suit us this time around."

After dealing with Ciel's sudden outburst, and the following outburst from Mey-Rin and Y/N, preparing a meal for Lady Sullivan was a simple task. Sebastian simply fell into his natural routine of being detestable to everyone who was misfortunate enough to be around him. On this morning, that happened to be Wolfram. Sebastian put in as little effort as possible to outdo the massive German man by leagues and bounds. The demonic butler whipped up a feast as if it were the most simple task in the world and presented it to Lady Sullivan in the most humble way he knew how.

The young Lady's eyes shimmered with wonder as they laid upon the food that had been set out before her. She had never seen something so grand that looked so mouthwatering and that was made just for her. Drool quickly made its way to the corner of her lips as she gaped at the meal.