That Butler, Isekaid (Modern!Reader Insert)

That Butler; Tournament

[A/N; Hi ya'lls I'm back for a biiiiitttt!]

On June 3, in the school's grand dining hall, Johann initiates the opening ceremony and introduces the dormitories to the visitors. Each dorm is given an epithet, applied descriptively, and granted a dramatic entrance. The P4 simultaneously lights the flame of St. George to signify the beginning of the 1889 school year's dormitory cricket tournament.

"Kyaaaa Ciel you look so cuuutee! Do your best!!" Elizabeth yells, finding her fiance to look oh-so-cute in his little hat.

Afterward, the attendees of the cricket tournament, as well as the visitors, mingle sociably with one another. Lawrence is hounded by his seven sisters, and Aleister Chamber, who was a graduate of Weston College, arrives to greet and admonish his nephew, Edgar. Ciel comments that he finally knows why Redmond seemed so familiar with a shudder.

In the meantime, Francis Midford confronts Sebastian, and the Midford family is soon informed to keep quiet about his true identity as a butler.

"My, you're Phantomhive aren't you?" One of Bluewer's sisters inquires as the other girls approach. "My brother wrote about an amazingly talented first-year"

"Oh, aren't you kind of cute!!"

"His looks, brains, and lineage are all good. He's Ideal"

"How about it, won't you take our little sister as your wife??"

"Ahem!! Nice to meet you, everyone, I am Ciel's FIANCÉ. Elizabeth" Then of course, Elizabeth walks over with a stiff curtsy, a bit jealous of the attention her fiance is getting. Alois laughing in the background as Edward shakes Ciel with burning anger.

"Ciel you bastard even when you have Lizzy aqwgiuigsiguasksfbk"

Ciel's face flushed with embarrassment as he tried to compose himself amidst the flurry of attention and the chaos unfolding around him. He took a deep breath, his voice steady but tinged with irritation. "Elizabeth, please refrain from causing a scene," he admonished, his tone firm. "I appreciate your support, but this is not the time or place for such distractions."

Elizabeth pouted, her eyes brimming with disappointment. "But Ciel, I just wanted to show my support," she protested, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You know I always want the best for you."

Ciel sighed, his frustration momentarily melting away as he looked at Elizabeth's earnest expression. "I know you mean well, Elizabeth," he replied, his voice softening. "But we must focus on the task at hand. I have a tournament to win."

Alois, never one to miss an opportunity for mischief, couldn't help but chuckle at the whole situation. "Oh, Ciel, you certainly know how to attract attention," he remarked, his voice filled with amusement. "But you should be flattered. It's not every day that girls throw themselves at you."

Edward, seething with anger, stepped forward, his expression twisted with fury. "Ciel Phantomhive, you insolent brat!" he roared, his voice filled with rage. "How dare you play with Lizzy's feelings like this?!"

Ciel's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with icy resolve. "Edward Midford, mind your own business," he retorted, his tone cutting. "Elizabeth and I understand our arrangement perfectly well. Your interference is unnecessary."

Francis Midford, watching the confrontation unfold, stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "Edward, calm down," she urged, her voice firm but soothing. "Let's not cause a scene here. We're all here to support our respective teams in the tournament."

Edward's anger simmered, but he still glared at Ciel with resentment. "Don't think I'm done with you, Phantomhive," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I won't let you get away with toying with Elizabeth's heart."