"Made with gold and silver, go and make it, my fair lady... Ciel Phantomhive, wearing the fragment of the master's hope on his hand... Will be the next doll..." The body slowly stood up with the tone, straw fell out of the ears, and the eyes stared blankly ahead. "Fanfadom... Hain..." Turned around and picked up the doll next to him. He tilted his head and observed carefully, finding tiny flaws. He quickly destroyed the doll with his hands. "Destroy the bad things..." Looking at the broken pieces on the ground, "The master said, eliminate the unclean things..."