A Blind Seer

Chapter 9

Heading back to the manor was a rather quiet ride, and naturally, I was uncomfortable. Ciel isn't one I've grown particularly used to yet.

Finally, we arrive at the manor. Madame Red's funeral is tomorrow, surely Sebastian must have informed the rest of the servants as they seem to carefully dance around Ciel, avoiding breaking things and conversations of the topic. They seem to be trying to act funny, as well as being loud and cheerier than usual. Ciel must have picked up on it, because he locks himself in his office to escape the annoyance.

"It's okay! I'm sure Young Master will be just fine..." Finny exclaims, his voice becoming more and more unsure as he goes on. We gather in the servant dining area, sitting at the small dining table with a cloth covering the table that I pick at as the other servants speak. "You all really have no reason to worry. This is Lord Phantomhive we speak of; even if he keeps his emotions closely guarded, he will be fine in the long term." I explicate with a shrug. Tanaka agrees, "Ho, ho, ho." Tanaka breathes out. "I guess you're right, you are.." Mey-Rin also agrees, a bit hesitantly.

"We should make him dinner!" Baldroy suddenly suggests, slamming something down on the table. I sigh as the other servants shout in agreement. "I'll have no part in this." With that, I grab my cane and slide out of my seat, walking back in the direction we came. I reach my room which is just down the hall, still able to hear the commotion as Mey-Rin adds more broken plates to her seemingly never-ending collection. I sigh once again before entering my room, the still air somewhat comforting as the closed door muffles the sounds down the hall. I guide myself to my bed, feeling at the puffy covers before pulling them back and working myself under them.

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Someone lightly shakes my shoulder, attempting to wake me. On instinct, my hand snaps out and grabs their wrist with a hard grip. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Mey-Rin complains, making my let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Sorry, Mey-Rin." I apologize, releasing her wrist and sitting up. "It's fine, it is!" Mey-Rin brushes off. "Dinner is ready, Miss Aylin!" Mey-Rin informs me excitedly. "Who prepared it?" I ask cautiously. "Sebastian-San did, he did!"

Once again, I breathe out in relief, rising to my feet and grabbing my cane, allowing Mey-Rin to guide me towards the dining area.

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I sit with the other servants, waiting outside as the funeral takes place indoors. The group is oddly quiet, leaving me uncomfortable with no distractions. Eventually, sick of the silence, I rise. Grabbing my cane, I head in the direction we're facing. The others don't stop me, not even asking where I'm going. After a bit of grass, I reach a fence. I hear a few children speaking before being interrupted by a familiar voice that I can't place.

"A funeral." The voice proclaims, a knowing tone.

Where have I heard that voice... Oddly annoying, yet holding a cockiness that's hidden with a seemingly sort of aloof tone...

"Oh, if it isn't Lord Phantomhive's little servant girl." The voice notes, sliding closer with a smirk evident in their voice.

Undertaker.

I drop my cane, shooting my hands to where I heard the voice.

This guy is weird. I wouldn't trust him even to be human.

My hands grip his ears and I slip my thumbs over his eyes.

Oh... Oh no.

My mouth drops open as I release the Undertaker's mind. "You're-!" I'm cut off by his hand grabbing my face. "I'd be careful what you reveal, Seer... You're not as safe as the Phantomhive boy. I could kill you right now, and no Demon servant would come to your rescue soon enough to save you." The Undertaker threatens, his voice still radiating a teasing nature. I scowl, "You think I fear death?" I spit.

"I think you don't want to die simply because it would bore your soul... Watching an infant grow through eyes you cannot control. Seeing and living, but not by your own means. It would drive most mad." The Undertaker continues, making me smirk. "I suppose I'm more easily read than I thought." I agree, the Undertaker's grip on me loosening.

"Then I'm glad we've come to an agreement." The Undertaker proposes, releasing my face. I nod, "Indeed. But I hope you know it will be revealed eventually." I remark. "But of course, if not, there's no fun." With that, the Undertaker retreats, leaving me with a knowing smirk before bending down and patting for my cane.

This game continues to draw in more players.

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The next few days are uneventful, the servants taking a bit to come to terms with Madame Red's passing. They soon understand that Ciel will be fine. However, Sebastian stays his usual self, giving me some strange form of comfort while the others ate unsettlingly silent.

I could tell Ciel had been effected only during the early day of Madame Red's funeral. He would hesitate by half a second and his voice would occasionally sound distant or suspicious. By the time the funeral had ended, he was back to normal, seeming even more sure of his words. I would have feigned a caring nature, but it's boring to baby a boy who can take care of himself.

Ciel apparently received another letter from the Queen just yesterday. He read me the letter, we're going to a village called Houndsworth. It's the spot for a future health resort, but people have been going missing. I'm only interested in going as Sebastian seems rather bothered by the mention of a simple mutt, which I find ironic as he currently plays the part of one.

"We'll be leaving tomorrow with the rest of the Servants." Ciel informs me, silently dismissing me, to which I nod. I'd be more than glad to have the others join, it will make for a more entertaining trip. My lips twitch into the smallest smirk; grabbing my cane, I stand and leave.