[Black Butler] Noah's Ark

*Death Library*

William, Sebastian, and Greer walked quickly in the hall.

"Angel has the ability to improve the revolving lantern theater, but she only gives people false peace. People who have experienced negative experiences that can destroy their souls will want to erase that 'past', but the 'past' will always be entangled on him."

Sebastian had a rare expression on his face, and stepped forward to open the door: "Master!"

What appeared in front of the three of them was the revolving lantern theater shaking all over the sky, and the body connected by these films was his master, Charles Phantomhive.

"Angel's ability is to present the 'past' as it is, without any negative factors, so as to manipulate the impression of the 'past'." Looking at the scene in front of him, William also frowned, unexpectedly doing such a thing in the Death Library. thing!

Ciel was immersed in the 'past' created by the angel, with a slightly painful expression on his face from time to time.Angela smiled and stared at Shire with downcast eyes, "His past is being rewritten and purified to be pure and clean."

"Master!" Sebastian was about to step forward when William stopped him.

William leaned on his glasses and said calmly: "Even if you forcibly stop it now, the 'past' in that child's body will not be corrected correctly, but will become an existence that cannot be established as a human being."

Angela looked at the revolving doors that were about to be purified one by one, and showed a satisfied smile, "Yes, I became an innocent person."

Sebastian looked at Charles, who was now unconscious, with a serious expression, "It will be purified, my young master."

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"Hi~ teacher, I'm back." Sylvielen said hello and pushed open the door of the funeral parlor. "What are you doing?"

"Oh Xiaoxi! Welcome back, is the work over so soon?" The funeral room turned away from Sylvia and quickly sorted some books.

"They didn't know where they went, and I was left behind by them."

Sylvie was arranging her long hair boredly. Originally, she didn't care what the funeral home was doing, but she saw a familiar thing with a casual glance, and then she became dazed, and said in an unwavering tone: "I think I should know where they are."

After a pause, Sylvan raised Erlang's legs, leaned on the seat, blinked her eyes expressionlessly, and said in a doubtful tone, "Isn't this a revolving lantern theater?" Then, Sylvan walked towards the funeral step by step. He put his right hand on his shoulder lightly, squinted his eyes, and asked with a puzzled smile, "Ah? Why are there so many revolving lantern theaters here?"

The funeral room raised its hand to cover Xi Weilun's hand and gently pinched it: "Hehehe, Xiaoqian's strength has grown a lot!"

"Alas..." Sylvan squinted her eyes with a headache, slowly withdrew her hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Please return these books! All! Return them." After speaking, Sylvan put on her coat and went out. He said again: "Go right away after tidying up!"

The funeral room grinned and said, "Xiaosheng knows, I know." Seeing that Sylvia was about to leave alone, the funeral room asked, "Eh? Aren't you going with Xiaosheng?"

Pulling the door to stop closing the door, Sylvia poked her head in from the outside, and said with a smile: "At first, I didn't know where the distorted angel of torture and Greer went, and I thought I could be lazy." , but now that I know where they are, I don’t want to be lazy. I’ll see you later.” Shaking his hand, he closed the door and left.

The funeral room held a few books and stood up on the side cart. Where did you go~"

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In the empty corridor of the Reaper's Library, Sylvie hurriedly walked towards the source of the sound.

"What! I was able to turn the revolving lantern back with my own strength!" After hearing what Greer said, Siwellen paused before slowing down. A good-looking smile emerged, "It seems that my worries are unnecessary."

Sylvia walked slowly to the door, and saw Sebastian holding Charles in both hands, and said with a gentle expression: "You always let me see things beyond my imagination, you are indeed my soul... no , is my young master."

"As expected of the Patriarch of this generation of Phantomhive, Shire, you did a good job."

Hearing the voice with a smile coming from behind, everyone knew it even if they didn't look at it. "Sebastian." After hearing the young master's tone recover, Sebastian put down Charles in his arms.

"If you came to help, then you came too late." Charles said with a chuckle as he looked sideways at Sylvia who was walking slowly.

Sylvie raised her eyebrows and said disapprovingly, "Is it late? Aren't you just getting ready to start now?"

Seeing that Charles has slowly regained consciousness, Angela's face became more and more ugly, "What an unclean heart, it is extremely terrifying, depraved, precipitated, and dull. It really shouldn't be kind to you, so let me put it here Purify it!" Then he smiled at Sylvellen who was standing beside Shire: "My companion, just watch carefully, how I purify this filthy world."

Sylvie just smiled cordially at Charles and rubbed his soft hair, "You've done a good job, Charles, leave the rest to these uncles!" Then he led Charles to the side, "Come on, the two of us stand aside and don't hinder these uncles."

"Uh!! Who do you call uncle, you stinky girl!" Finally, Greer couldn't help but self-destructed in front of Sebastian. Looking at Sylvan: "Also, Sylvan, don't be so blatantly lazy!"

"..." Charles looked at Greer speechlessly, and then at Sylvia who was standing aside.

"Don't worry about Greer, the three of them are enough." Sylvelen raised her hand and pointed casually, and said lightly: "Greer is in charge of the right wing, William is in charge of the left, and the middle body is reserved for your family. Deacon."

"Hmph, you are very good at dividing." Charles looked at the three people over there with black lines on their faces, and said amusedly, "Sylvellen, you are very interesting, when are you waiting?" Come and play with me when you have time."

"It's an honor." Sylvie smiled slightly at Charles, and then looked at the battle that was about to start.

"Miss Sylvia, I will ask you to take care of my young master for the time being." After finishing speaking with a smile, Sebastian took out the special table knife made by Phantomhive's family, and stared at Anjie with hunting eyes. Pull, "Let me be your opponent."

"The noise in the library is under the jurisdiction of the god of death." Although the devil is deeply repelled, but this time... William pushed his glasses with his garden scissors, and said lightly: "We are going to go, Greer Satke Leaf."

"Oh~yeah!" Greer took out two scissors, which were smaller than a palm, and gestured excitedly, clicking.After standing still for a few seconds, he twisted up, closed his eyes and imagined again and again, "Oh~ Holy Trinity, the door to a fierce battle is about to open!"

"Okay~ I borrowed it before this." The funeral house pushed a small trolley full of revolving lantern theaters and passed in front of them, and arrived in front of the huge bookshelf.

Charles was obviously startled by the sudden arrival of the funeral home, "Undertaker?!"

"It's coming pretty fast." Sylvia crossed her hands and looked at the cart, "You borrowed so much, what do you use it for, watching other people's lives when you're bored?"

Without waiting for the funeral home to answer, Greer asked loudly: "Hey! Why do you..."

A stretched gardening shears hit Greer's head mercilessly, and William reminded him seriously: "Pay attention to your words, this lord is reviewing that Robin Hood and making Mary Anton Invarnet A strong hand sent to hell, a legendary god of death who even Qi'er would willingly donate his soul."

Listening to William's words, what appeared in front of everyone was a super handsome image of Death.

Seeing William's serious introduction, Sylvie looked at the funeral room with a smile: "Really~? So he is such a powerful person."

"Wait! This is completely different from your imaginary picture!" Greer couldn't believe it at all, pointing to the funeral room, "Besides, how does this uncle look like a god of death?"

As he spoke, he walked over and lifted the bangs that covered most of his face in the funeral room, and then... "Hold me~"

Sylvie gently turned around with Ciel, "Evil...it's too filthy. Ciel, let's not watch it."

Angela frowned, looking at the funeral room, "This person..." She could clearly realize in her heart that this person was not someone to mess with.

"In that case..." Angela flapped her pure white and flawless wings, and flew into the air, and a ball of light that continued to grow appeared behind her, "You seem to be very busy, let me go first Begin the cleansing of the unclean from that monastery."

"Are you ready to escape again!"

"You're running away again."

Sebastian and Sylvie looked up at Angela who was in the air, and said at the same time, only the tone was completely different.

Angela floated in mid-air, still maintaining a smile on her face, and said to the few people standing on the ground: "Let me show you the fate of a world dominated by filth." After she finished speaking, she disappeared into the light. In the ball, the knife thrown by Sebastian certainly didn't hit her.That is to say, at the same time as she disappeared, the surrounding scene also changed instantly.

William frowned, and said in a low tone: "Angel's enchantment."

"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!——" Greer was almost stuck to the door, desperately pulling on the doorknob, "It can't be opened!"

Standing aside, William gently closed his eyes and thought, and said without any ups and downs in his tone: "Yeah, it looks like I'm trapped."

"Since you can't get out now, come and sit down." The person who can say this so easily now...

Greer came down from the door, walked over and pulled up Sylvie, who was half lying on the sofa in a relaxed state, "You come here and find a way!"

"I see, don't pull me... eh? There's something wrong with that revolving lantern..." Just as Sylvan finished speaking, a revolving lantern fell from the books on the shelf above the funeral room to the ground, and the pages opened automatically. .

"This is..." William stepped forward to pick up the opened book, and lines of text began to emerge on it. Sylvie walked up to William's side and looked at the revolving lantern in his hand, and explained to everyone: "This is The people in that monastery their revolving theater."

William glanced at the people standing beside him from the corner of his eye, looked back at the words that emerged one by one and said, "The angel of massacre has descended."

"Torturing and killing angels?"

Everyone was wondering, only to see the funeral room stepped forward to take the book in William's hand, walked to the other side and looked at it carefully, "Yeah, that's how it is~"

Sylvia smiled faintly, "This is not a problem for you, is it?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Charles walked over and gently tugged on the sleeve of the funeral room, "Tell her to stop."

"Oh?" Sebastian teased from the side: "Young master, do you want to save people? Isn't that monastery going to be wiped out in the end?"

"It's not that I want to save people, but I don't want that guy to do whatever he wants." Xia Erman said indifferently.

Greer looked confused: "But what to do? We can't move now."

"No problem, the teacher is here." Sylvie walked slowly, and lay back on the sofa, resting her head lazily on one hand, and looked at the funeral room with a smile.

William withdrew his gaze, pushed his glasses and continued: "Even in the Reaper Dispatch Association, only the Reaper at the administrator level can take out the ultimate Reaper item, which is called "Death Bookmark"."

"Hey hey, pink bookmark~" The funeral home used two fingers to grab a very happy bookmark from his pocket.

Sebastian, William, and Greer were transported to the monastery one after another. The funeral house, who was happily writing in the revolving lantern theater, suddenly stopped writing and looked up at Sylvia, who was sleeping peacefully.

Closed the book, silently stepped forward and sat gently on the coffee table opposite the sofa. Although the bangs covered his eyes, he could feel that his eyes were always on her. Her hair was carefully brushed behind her ears, and she said in a low and gentle voice, "Finally asleep."

"Hmph~ So that's it, Undertaker." Charles crossed his arms and looked at the funeral room with a look of discovery.

"Hush..." The funeral home grinned and compared with the index finger: "Xiaosheng, let's send the count home first."

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