ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛʟᴇʀ: Book of Mystery

3. "Sebastian! Klaus is proof of that!"

— Please excuse me, next time I will definitely... — Sebastian looked at me, — knock...

I didn't understand his strange look, but I didn't pay any attention to these signs.

— Please, follow me...

— Wait... dressed like this? — I was wearing an unacceptably short skirt for this era and a white shirt.

— Ah, yes... Unfortunately, we don't have any women's clothing in the estate, please forgive us. — Sebastian said with his wonderful British accent.

I got out of bed. Yeah... I understand the situation, of course, considering that they didn't even change me into a nightgown (thank God they didn't touch my body without my knowledge), so as not to dirty the bed with my street clothes, but in this case... alright.

We walked straight down the corridor, walked for a long time... and that's strange, Sebastian couldn't have gotten lost, could he? He should know the mansion like the back of his hand... or even better.

The option that he got "lost" is out of the question; most likely, the mansion is just that big. Alright, I'll have the chance to examine all the details of this masterpiece. And I'm not just talking about the mansion...

After five minutes, we reached a luxurious door. Perhaps for such a mansion, it's not that outstanding a door, but it definitely looked better than the door to my room... my room in Ukraine...

Sebastian stopped abruptly, and I almost ran into him. Though, why "almost"? I literally did. On impact, something inside me, which I hadn't been aware of, made a strange squeak, making me feel incredibly embarrassed.

The butler didn't pay attention to this; he knocked on the door, and someone immediately said in English, "Come in."

And now it was time to worry. I entered. The office was much more spacious than I had imagined from reading fanfics and, indeed, the manga. Not to mention the anime.

Carved cabinets, handmade wooden furniture, a carpet, patterned wallpaper, I won't even start on the desk because it's impossible to describe its beauty, and behind it, a window with a view of a vast garden... and Him.

Now I looked at him, the master of the mansion and the "Phantom" company, the person who was also the Queen's Watchdog. Ciel Phantomhive... even his name sends shivers down my spine. It's terrifying to...

Honestly, despite the cuteness of that being sitting at the desk and staring at me... My legs are numb, my knees don't want to bend, but I walk, and that's only because I roughly know what he can do to me and the power and authority concentrated in this boy's hands.

A boy with the face of a gothic prince, much colder than in the most detailed frame of the manga, his image looks so soft. Fragile. But that's far from the truth.

I feel an interrogation is about to begin. Who am I? How did I get here? Why to him? Actually, why to him specifically?

Ciel pointed to the um... sofa opposite the desk. Like, sit down, now the emotional torture will begin.

I sat down; I was super scared, what if I couldn't understand him? Couldn't formulate an answer? Couldn't defend myself?

My body turned to stone, moving stiffly and loosely, as if someone above was pulling my strings. It was terrifying to look into the icy eyes of an adult on a child's face. Butterflies started stirring in my solar plexus, crawling up and down my esophagus, and answering his questions seemed like an impossible task, and judging by how I ended up visiting him... There would be a lot of questions. I mustn't mess up.

"So..." the count was distracted from his papers, putting down the pen, and turned his gaze to me. I desperately wanted to run out the door. He looked at me with his... deep blue eye... sternly. "I would like to know a little about you, since you are in my mansion. What brought you here, Miss, and... why are you unaccompanied? Did something happen?"