Ciel woke up at the first glimmer of light in the morning.
He got up and sat quietly on the bed, listening to the unique tranquility that filled the room.
The familiar sound of good morning has gradually disappeared through long-term habit. Charles understood that every morning, there would no longer be a black figure gently picking up the tea cup, elegantly pouring the crimson blood-like liquid out of the teapot with intricate rose patterns, and then said to him with a smile: "Master, today's breakfast is..."
The last time anyone did this was a long, long time ago.
Charles thought like this, feeling vague and distant, but he couldn't help but think about the last time.
In short, there is no next time.
BTW: This article follows the second season of the original TV series, when Ciel became a demon...
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