[Black Butler] REVERSI

"Is it really a direct reverse translation, because I am a devil, so you use the word 'Demon' to address me?" Teasing, the man looked at the boy.

"Is it not good?"

"No, it's not bad." Shaking his head, he looked at the boy with an expression of "Even if you don't like it, I won't change it". The man was smart and didn't talk much.

Bowing down and saluting piously, the man stretched out his hand engraved with the seal of the contract, and swore:

"I, Daemon Salvo Norton, will abide by the contract and be at your disposal. Until...you succeed in revenge and hand over your soul."

The young man felt the imprint on his chest burning, and the pain was like being bitten by termites.

"Remember what you said." Closing his eyes tiredly, the boy slid down against the coffin wall and lay down in the fabric.

He couldn't find anything more beneficial to make the devil promise himself, because the contract book is the proof left by the devil to prevent the prey from escaping. Although both parties have it, no one can tell which side is more convenient for the bondage , maybe it's just a deception performed by demons in order to obtain human souls.

However, he has no choice, no matter how dark the front is, he can only keep running forward step by step.

The man didn't have the ability to read minds, so he didn't know what choice the boy had made. Looking at the boy's tired face, he moved the coffin cover to cover the last ray of light.

Waking up again is because of the aroma of baking.

Not only was the air not circulating in the coffin, but the lighting was also very poor. As soon as the boy sat up, he hit the coffin lid.Enduring the dull pain, the young blind man touched the lines of the coffin lid like an elephant, trying to find a gap to clear his vision.

However, the short, developing arms are not strong enough to lift a load of that weight.In desperation, the boy called out the man's name.

"Demon..."

The power of the contract immediately conveyed the boy's call. The man was putting the handmade biscuits on the plate, and the apron on his body had not been taken off yet.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Get the board off my head."

The boy's voice was somewhat indistinct through barriers, but fortunately, the devil's hearing has always been very sensitive. The man responded and easily lifted the top of the cover.

Sensing the light, the boy subconsciously squinted his eyes, but found that the light was not dazzling.

"Is it dark outside?" Turning his head, he looked out of the window, but what he saw were the spreading branches and leaves of green and black vines. The hole was not so much a window as a hole for ventilation. .

Eyes that have adapted to the dark can clearly see the layout of the house. There are only scattered furniture in the overall dark space. Except for a chair, there are only a few coffins left. They are empty and look very gloomy.The young man shivered and climbed out by climbing the coffin wall. The coldness of the landing made him gasp.

"No, the sun hasn't set yet." The man replied, reaching through the boy's leg socket, and placed the boy on the chair.

The boy calmly let him pick him up, but he couldn't help but look at the man in the apron.

"Did you do something?" The boy asked after rubbing his belly.

The man nodded, turned around and took the baked biscuit.There was no table in this room, the man kicked over another empty coffin and put it in front of the boy, and put the plate on the coffin lid.

"I heard that you humans like biscuits, cakes and other small snacks." Picking up a baked biscuit, the man put it into his mouth, chewed dryly a few times before swallowing it.In fact, except for the soul, the devil can't taste the taste.

"En." Swallowing it whole, the boy stretched out his hand to the next piece.

"Is it delicious?" The boy's expression made him a little puzzled.

"Well...it's too sweet." He replied, but the boy's expression showed no displeasure.The man sighed, and snatched his failure from the boy's mouth, but the boy snatched it back.

"..."

"Don't you know that children are very obsessed with sweets?"

"Okay." Spreading his hands, the man compromised.

"Then what are your plans, young master?"

"Go home and have a look first." Stopping reaching out, the boy put the biscuit back on the plate, losing his appetite.

"Oh? Are you planning to go back and succeed the Patriarch?"

"The ring is gone." The man answered the man incorrectly, and the boy looked at his empty fingers, lost in thought.

That is the unique curse ring in the world. It witnessed the death of several generations of Phantomhine family masters and recorded their dying cries.

"However, its disappearance will not change my responsibilities as the head of the Phantom Hein family." After concentrating his thoughts, the boy raised his eyes to the man.

"Let's go to the former site of the ancestral home of Phantom Hein tomorrow. Before that, you can find me a decent outfit. I don't want to appear in front of my enemies in such a mess." Many people hope Phantomhein's house disappeared, and he couldn't let those people see him in a state of desperation and laugh at him.

"Yes, you are majesty." The man responded with a smile, half-kneeling on the ground with one leg, and humbly accepted the boy's order. The boy who was in a trance didn't notice the hint of fun at the corner of his mouth.

The man concealed everything and did not tell the truth, because he wanted to know how the boy would react the moment he saw the truth.

That look must be interesting...

At night, the man went out while the boy was asleep.The black figure quickly shuttled through the jungle like a cheetah, and its destination happened to be the old site of Phantom Hein's house.

The Phantomhine House, which had been engulfed by the fire, miraculously restored its original appearance. The walls remained the same, as if before the fire, it was a masterpiece of the devil.

From the outside, the Phantomhine House is no different from other houses, except that it occupies a large area, it is the kind of thing that makes people preconceived at a glance.

Like, subjective perception of 'where the rich live'.

The man jumped off the branch and stopped after taking a few steps.A figure appeared in front of him, with a tall and straight figure, and his altitude was almost the same as him.

"This guest, visiting late at night, I don't know what to do?" It was a man wrapped from head to toe in a black deacon uniform. The clothes were close-fitting without any wrinkles, and the famous Phantom Hein family was pinned on the left chest. Stewardship Medal.

"It's just a greeting card for my master." The man took out the envelope in his inner pocket and threw it to the front. After that, he jumped up and left.

The deacon in black watched the man leave before turning his eyes away, looking at the unpainted 'admission note' in his hand, and opened the letter inside.

There is only one line of words on the paper, which is a familiar word, to be precise, it is a familiar name.

He glanced at it, and burned it to ashes together with the envelope. The imprint of the contract in his hand was faintly burning, it was the master calling him.

The deacon didn't stop, got up and walked towards the mansion.

After the man left Phantom Hein's old house, he didn't go back home directly. He turned in a different direction and entered a clothing store. It was a well-known shop loved by nobles.

The man chose a few styles, and then persuaded the tailor with his fluent eloquence. After paying three times the price, the tailor made a final decision after working overtime overnight.

When Dongfang showed his full belly, the man returned to the mansion with the clothes he had rushed to work overnight.As soon as he stepped through the door, a basin of cold water was poured on his head. The boy sat on the coffin lid and looked at him unhappily.

"I said, you are never allowed to leave me..." Pulling off his collar, the young man exposed his chest with the mark of the contract, emphasizing the content of the contract hysterically.

"I said so!"

"Yes." With his whole body wet, the man comforted him patiently, and unfolded the clothes in his hands for the boy to see.

"I'm going to prepare the outfit for the young master." Without further explanation, the man looked at the wet clothes with a slight headache.And the young man probably realized his extreme, jumped off the coffin lid, and walked towards the man somewhat awkwardly, but he didn't dare to approach him.

"Aren't you a devil?" He muttered softly, the young man blushed, a little embarrassed.

"... Demons are not omnipotent." Shaking his head, the man stated.

From the boy's point of view, the devil is very powerful and can help him do things that he cannot do. However, the devil is not omnipotent. There are many things that even the devil cannot easily do.

In order to prevent the boy's schedule from being postponed, the man went out again, and after explaining the reason to the boy, he knocked on the shop that was closed to thank customers for rushing all night.The master tailor had dark circles under his eyes, no matter how much the man lobbied, he just refused to take his job again.

In desperation, the man used some tricks to force people to work for him.

"In order to speed up the progress, let me help too."

"Uh, um..."

After four hours, the man finally returned to the mansion with the results. At that time, the boy was already hungry.

After eating lunch and getting dressed with the help of the man, the boy led the man dressed as a deacon on the way home.

"Master, do you know which direction home is?" Once again at the fork in the road, the man stopped and asked the boy who hadn't walked the right way since the beginning.

"Probably that direction." Pointing to a road on the left, the boy said uncertainly.

"Alas..." The man had a headache again, shook his head helplessly, stretched his arms around the boy's waist, and hugged him up.

"Let me lead the way." If the boy is allowed to continue walking, he doesn't know how long he will go.Isn't it strange for a noble boy like him who always rides a carriage when going out?

The man forcefully strangled the boy's resistance in his arms, hugged the troubled man, and walked on the right path.

Passing through the dense bushes, the house of Phantom Hein's family appeared in front of his eyes. The familiar building made the young man feel a deep sense of sadness in his heart.

"Master, here we are."

"Ah."

The man put down the boy and was about to knock on the door, but was stopped by his hand.

"Go straight in."

'No one knocks on the door when someone enters your house' thinks so.