Black Butler

The flames burst out from the mansion hidden among the carefully trimmed trees, wildly and violently, devouring everything within its reach. The woman sat quietly in the blazing fire, and the firelight reflected an illusive red color on her petite face. Even in the strong flames, one could still see the thick walls of the luxuriously decorated room, which seemed to isolate all the shouts, running and noisy sounds from the outside world. No one knew that there was such a woman staying at the center of the fire. At this moment, she was the only one left in the world. She was just silent, staring at the flames in front of her eyes, turning her body into a part of ruins. At the last moment, she slowly raised her left hand and kissed the ring on her ring finger filled with elegant blue light as a farewell. She didn't cry until the end. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.