[Black Butler] Noah's Ark

The house of Phantomhive's family many years ago.

The beautiful and gentle woman took a cute little boy for a walk in the yard, followed by a lively dog.

With soft, caring greetings and innocent children's voices, the courtyard is full of joy and laughter.

Such a warm scene makes people can't help but stop and watch.

Feeling that the man walking beside him was slowly slowing down, the funeral room also stopped, and following the gentle gaze of the man looking towards the courtyard, after seeing that warm scene, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Heh~ Vincent, I never thought you would start a family so early and so suddenly."

"What? Are you envious?" Vincent also replied with a smile: "Then you can find one too." As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and he propped his chin with one hand and looked at the funeral room with a smile. "Hey~ I seem to remember that you said before..."

The funeral house raised an eyebrow and turned sideways, averted his gaze, and smiled without answering.

"There is a dinner party at Phantomhive's house the day after tomorrow, so bring yours over then." Vincent also turned around and walked a few steps, looking at his wife and children in the court, and gently raising his hand He patted the funeral room's left shoulder and joked: "I said you are overprotective, our old friends have always been curious~"

"Oh, that's not true, it's just the temper of Xiaosheng's family~ Xiaosheng can't say for sure."

"Really, then I look forward to it even more."

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The lighting in the funeral parlor was dim, filled with the smell of formalin, and there were various human organs placed on the cabinets on both sides of the wall, which made the atmosphere in the parlor even more strange.

There were three new coffins delivered today in the store, but the owner of the store went to find friends for entertainment early in the morning, and there was only one person who worked for him for free.

The door opened gently, and then closed silently. The man stepped forward slowly, slowly raised his hands, stretched out to the woman who was focusing on putting makeup on the corpse with her back turned to him, and then covered her face all at once. Her eyes, yin and yang said strangely: "Guess who I am~"

"..."

Sylvelen stopped the movement of her hands, closed her eyes, and without any fluctuations in her emotions, she sighed and said lightly, "Teacher, I'm almost done with the last lady's makeup." Then she opened her eyes and blinked and said : "You can go out and play for a while, and come back later."

The half-closed palms were scratched a few times by Sylvia's long eyelashes, and the funeral house naturally skillfully lowered its arms and put them on Sylvan's thin shoulders, bent over and approached, almost touching Sylvan's face. Velen's exquisite but indifferent side face glanced at the reborn makeup of the corpse inside the coffin, and the corner of his mouth raised a nice arc: "Xiaoqian has already made up very well now."

"It's too close." Sylvie moved to the side uncomfortably.

There was a smile in the funeral room's eyes, and it stuck to it again, and whispered in her ear: "Xiaoqian has worked hard, let's go to a place with Xiaosheng to relax the day after tomorrow."

Sylvie frowned habitually, and finally painted rosy lip color on the corpse lady before she said, "Are you going to your friend's place?"

"Oh?" The funeral home smiled: "You know all about this?"

Sylvie stood up straight away, and successfully bumped into the chin of the funeral home, and pursed the corners of her mouth slightly as he rubbed his chin, "Every time you come back from that friend's house, you smell like roses. "

"The smell of roses?" The funeral home raised its arms and smelled it, only to smell a trace of flower fragrance, and rubbed Sylvia's head with a smile: "My Xiaoqian is really amazing."

Xi Weilun went to the side to wash his hands, resigned to his fate so that the funeral home kept touching his head, this guy's ability to pester people has really intensified recently!Drying his hands, he put down his rolled up sleeves, gently pushed the hand on top of his head away, and combed his hair with his fingers.

......

"You mean to ask me to paint portraits for the Earl and his family?" Sylvia boredly flipped through the textbook that she had memorized by heart, "Why me."

"╮(￣▽￣)╭Well~" The funeral house flicked the bangs on both sides, and said to Sylvia with a smile: "Isn't this what you have always been good at? Go, go, they will put things away Everything is ready, Xiaoqian just needs to go there with Xiaosheng. Let's go~"

"...I got it! Don't come over like this." Sylvia reluctantly raised the book in front of her face, separating the clingy uncle, "It's okay if you really just go to draw. ..."

Before Sylvia could finish speaking, the funeral room smiled and narrowed its eyes, gently took the book away and put it aside, stretched out its little finger and bent it childishly: "Hehehe~ Let's make a hook with Xiaosheng~"

"Listen to me!" Sylvia sighed silently again, and then said in a serious tone with a little doubt: "After the painting is finished, can I leave?"

"...Eh~ well, hehe~ it should be~ nothing~, right?" The funeral house's eyes obviously drifted, and then gently took Sylvielen's cold hand, and hooked her little finger.

Seeing the smile on the face of the person sitting across from him, Sylvie was already feeling tired: "Oh... that's what I guessed."

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In the afternoon of the next day, the Funeral House and Sylvelen rode a comfortable carriage to Phantomhive's mansion. The carriage was driving smoothly and fast, and was passing through a large forest at this time.

Along the way, Sylvie closed her eyes to rest, and it was rare for the funeral house to sit quietly across from her without speaking. When the carriage stopped, Sylvan slowly opened her eyes.

Butler Tanaka stepped forward and opened the door of the carriage, stood aside, and nodded slightly to the two guests in the carriage: "Good afternoon, the Earl is waiting for you in the courtyard."

"Yes, I see." The two got out of the carriage one after the other, and the funeral room looked at the servants who were busy everywhere in the mansion and said to Butler Tanaka: "You don't need to lead the way, Xiaosheng knows the way, you should go prepare the dinner .”

"Okay, then I'll take my leave first."

After entering a maze-like shrub, the funeral home slowly led the way, and the two walked slowly to the depths of the courtyard. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of roses.

Getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, Sylvia looked sideways, and through the tall grass taller than a person, she could see a small figure running and jumping around, and a group of small golden things followed behind, and Sylvan turned her gaze away Sighing, "Teacher..." The person walking in front intentionally "huh~?" After a moment, Sylvia finally came to his senses and changed his address, "Brother, I'm still..."

"Wow!!" A golden retriever suddenly emerged from the grass, circling around Sylvie Lun's feet, wagging its tail excitedly.

The funeral home grinned and looked at it gloatingly: "Xiaoqian, you are quite popular."

Sylvie frowned slightly: "Really?" Then she lowered her eyes and looked at the puppy carefully.

"Ah~ Sebastian, don't run around." A childish voice came from the bushes, and a cute-looking child ran out in a hurry, and stopped after seeing the funeral home and Sylvia Footsteps, "...how are you".

"Woof!" The lively puppy returned to his little master.

"What's the matter, Charles." Vincent and his wife Rachel came out of the courtyard, and saw a strange new face at a glance: "Huh?", looking behind the funeral room standing next to the woman, Vincent's tone became a little more casual: "Come?"

"Here we come." The funeral home also replied casually.

Then the man regained his elegant side, and said with a friendly smile: "Then this is Miss Sylvia, hello."

Sylvan imitated Vincent's smile, and changed the width of the corners of her mouth: "Hello, Count and Madam."

The funeral house, who was standing leisurely by the side with arms crossed, seemed to have seen something exciting, hurriedly looked away, turned sideways and coughed softly.

Charles shyly hid behind his father and exposed his small head to look curiously at the sister who had a good smile. He raised his head to look at his father and asked in a low voice, "Is this the sister who came to paint?"

Vincent smiled and nodded, made a gesture of invitation, took Charles's hand and walked towards the center of the courtyard, and said kindly to Sylvia: "We have prepared everything, what else do you need? Is it?"

"Well... everything is ready, and we can start." Sylvieun unbuttoned her cuffs and rolled them up, revealing her slender and tender wrists. She picked up the oil paintbrush and at the same time her eyes became focused. The family of three in front of them began to paint quickly with one hand.With a speed almost three times faster than ordinary painters, a huge portrait was completed.

Before the butler Tanaka arranged for the servants to carry the painting away to prepare to dry, Charles left his mother's arms in a hurry and ran to look at the painting excitedly. This was the first time he sat for so long without saying a word. Man draws portrait.

"Wow~" After seeing the painting, Little Charles' eyes brightened, his smile was bright and he was not shy at all, and he happily grabbed Sylvia's hand.

Sylvia, who was about to leave alone, was suddenly grabbed by a pair of warm little hands, she was stunned, looked down at the child's innocent and cute smile, resisted the urge to pull out her hand, leaned over and asked: " Young master, what's wrong?"

"Hey! My sister's paintings are very beautiful! Charles also wants to draw, can my sister teach me?"

Not knowing how to deal with this sudden enthusiasm, Sylvie raised her head and quickly looked around for that person, "Really, leave me here, where did he go?" '

"Does my sister not want to teach Charles?" The immature voice was tinged with grievance.

'Uh...forget it. Sylvie sighed silently in her heart, and showed a kind smile to Charles, her tone softened, "I can teach you, but I will only teach you once."

Charles smiled again, even brighter than before, and while pulling Sylvia towards the pavilion, he said joyfully, "Don't worry, my sister, the teachers who have taught Charles all say that Charles is very smart."

"Ah, that's right." Sylvie was pulled by him, although she had a helpless smile on her face, she still responded to what Charles said one by one.

In a study room on the second floor, the funeral room sat against the window sill, looking through everything, staring straight at the person in the center of the courtyard, "This is the first time I saw her showing so many expressions in one day, it seems The decision to bring her out was the right one. 'When her eyes were looking for him just now, the funeral house was happy, as if he was dependent on her.

Vincent pushed open the door and walked in, his face with a gentle smile turned into a teasing smile when he saw the appearance of the funeral home, "How is it? Compared with your meticulous protection, I'd better bring her out It's better." Then she also came to the window, and saw that Charles was holding a paintbrush in a decent manner, Rachel smiled gently, and sat there quietly as a model for Charles, with Sylvia beside her from time to time pointing.

After watching for a while, Vincent smiled and said to the funeral home: "They seem to get along very well. But in my opinion, that lady doesn't usually give you a good face."

"...We usually get along very happily." The funeral house opened its eyes very calmly and said nonsense.

"It's the first time I've seen you show such an expression, but is she still a little younger now? In a few years, maybe she will indeed become a good woman."

"She will become a good woman." The funeral room paused for a while before continuing: "Didn't Xiaosheng accompany her all the time?"

Vincent couldn't help smiling, and walked out slowly, leaving a sentence on purpose: "Well, but what does your 'companion' mean in her heart?"

"..."

"Oh, I won't chat with you here anymore, I have to go and see how the dinner is being prepared."

Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened.

Charles was led by his mother, talking happily in front of him, turning his head from time to time to look at his sister who was following behind.He and his mother invited him just now, and he left his sister to attend the dinner party. I am so happy today~

Sylvie was walking behind with a smile on her face, and suddenly felt a strong gaze, looked up by feeling, just in time to see the person who hadn't seen him for a long time, "The teacher is there..."

"Sister, come quickly~" Charles looked back and saw that Sylvieren hadn't followed, afraid that she would change her mind, so she ran to hold her hand and walked with her.

The funeral house grinned, and waved to her when she saw her looking over, and the funeral house put away that smile after she was pulled away by Sharra, "Xiaoqian, you really have grown up."

It wasn't until her figure disappeared from his sight that the funeral room looked up at the bright moon that had already risen.The insignificant words Vincent said before leaving suddenly became a knot in his heart, how could he not understand?

The dim light of the moonlight came in through the window, and the people in the room could be heard murmuring softly: "In your heart, what does Xiaosheng's company mean, Xiaoqian?"

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