"Do you immediately forget the owner after taking off the collar? Is this also the aesthetics of devils? You asked me who I am... I must have heard you correctly." With such ironic language, Sebastian had to admit that the Ciel in front of him was indeed very similar to the real Ciel.
"You don't need to disguise yourself. Master... Count Charles will not appear here. Who are you?" He asked again.
"What if I say, I am Ciel Phantomhive?"
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"Have fun, Sebastian, so that the collar can really be taken off." In the huge church, Ciel's last words continued to echo.
Sebastian turned around, looked at Ciel in the coffin, slowly leaned down, and pressed his cold lips to his lips, as if asking for the last intersection between the two, unwilling to leave for a long time.
To give happiness to the fragile and tainted soul... He closed his eyes quietly and continued to enjoy the long kiss.
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