At just thirteen, he was called "the Queen's watchdog" and "the aristocrat of evil";
A perfect demon, yet one who willingly became a butler.
Those who are cold need the warmth of affection all the more;
The demon has grown weary of his eternal life.
It may be called a wager, seeming both real and illusory;
It may be called a game, yet he is lost in it.
He sees everything and controls everything, yet there is one person he cannot see through;
In the nineteenth century, he gazes toward the light from the darkness, yet never hopes for it.
When everything turns to dust, when everything vanishes without a trace, as the world turns through the centuries and its blossoms bloom and fade,
They still walk the paths laid out for them, yet they are no longer who they once were...
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