[Black Butler] Noah's Ark

×××Funeral House××××

In the coffin in the bedroom of the funeral parlor, a man with long silver hair was holding a commemorative medal that was usually hung on his waist and placed his hands on his chest, lying quietly inside.

The medallion held in his hand was a little different from the others. There was no date of death marked on the top of the medallion. There were only two bundles of pale gold and silver-white hair wrapped around it, and the word 'Shivaun' was written on the bottom.

Since she went to the circus that day, the funeral home hadn't seen her again, and she couldn't just leave that day.

Never, so long...

Is something out there distracting you?So what kind of things can distract you?

"My Xiaoqian, don't make Xiaosheng wait too long." The deep voice was so charming, and the hand holding the medal moved towards the direction of the heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the store outside was opened, and the voice of day and night thoughts finally resounded in reality.

The funeral room stretched its brows, narrowed its eyes slightly with joy, got up and changed its clothes, combed its bangs to the front to cover half of its face, put on a hat, opened the door and went out.

"Teacher, are you there?" Sylvia said in a rare tone of urgency.

She is just here to confirm the memory that flashed in her mind for a moment on the way here.There are still wet bloodstains on the wall of the dilapidated shelter, and the English printed on the rusty signboard at the gate seems to be exactly the same as the address Joker left her on the paper.

"Oh~ Xiaosheng thought some guest had come, but it turned out to be Xiaoqian~" the funeral home said, slumped on the counter, grinning with his chin propped on his hands.

As soon as Sylvan saw the funeral room coming out of the bedroom, she hurried forward, and he was lying on the counter so lazily, Sylvan stood straight on the opposite side of the counter, as if to leave after speaking. Appearance: "Teacher, you know—"

"Shh~ don't talk yet, let Xiaosheng guess." The funeral house approached her, raised his index finger in front of her lips, and saw that her expression didn't change at all when he approached him, the funeral house was stunned , but soon, he laughed again and withdrew his hand, "Sure enough, you can't see anything on Xiaoqian's face... nothing at all."

Seeing that the funeral home stopped guessing, Sylvan took out a note from the notebook she had been carrying and handed it to the funeral home: "Teacher, this is an urgent matter. If the teacher knows, please tell me." Sylvie frowned slightly. Frowning: "This address, the human beings inside, have all—"

"He's dead." The funeral house only glanced at the words on it, and then replied following Sylvia's words.

His short answer made Sylvia stunned. This is really an expression that Xiaosheng has never seen before. Why did he show such an expression?

The funeral home took another look at the words on it, heh, the covered eyes were full of disgust, the fingers holding the note moved to the top of the trash can, and the small note just lay dangling on the bottom of the trash can Soaked in tea.

"They're all... dead?" Sylvie stared blankly at the trash can, and the hand beside her clenched her fist tremblingly.

Her every move, every expression, was accurately seen by the funeral home, and he silently walked forward and repeated the answer to Sylvia: "It's dead, all of them."

Sylvie seemed to have come up with some countermeasures, and when she was about to say goodbye to the funeral home, she heard his question: "Why did Xiaoqian ask this?"

"Because I made an appointment with someone. It's a bit urgent, so teacher, I'm bothering you just now, I'll--" Sylvan said and took a few steps back.

"Are you leaving again?" The funeral room's eyes were filled with gloom. He stepped forward and looked down at Sylvellen, and said solemnly, "What is the agreement? Who did you make the agreement with?"

"Yes and..." Sylvan lowered her eyes and thought about it seriously, thinking of what the joker said and did to her before, Sylvan softened without noticing it, and she replied to the funeral room : "It was with an important friend."

At that moment, the funeral room's pupils widened, and the things that had been kept so well seemed to be flowing out of his hands.

He stepped forward and grabbed Sylvia's wrist, hooked her chin with one hand and made her raise her head to face him, "Don't go, Xiaoqian, can you stay here with Xiaosheng?"

"I'm sorry, teacher, you look so strange now." Sylvieron shrank back, broke free from the hands of the funeral room, and looked at him warily.

"Oh, did you get scared by Xiaosheng?" The funeral room smiled with open hands, turned around and began to tidy up the things on the table, and said, "Xiaoqian has made a new friend, Xiaosheng is very... happy. You Hurry up, aren't you in a hurry."

"Then I'll leave first. Teacher, please rest well." Sylvie nodded behind him, and left quickly after speaking.

The funeral room supported the countertop with one hand, picked up the medal hanging on the waist with the other hand, stared at it and said: "If this is what you want, Xiaosheng will help you..."

× × × ×

That's when the first appointment was made, right?

"If something happens to me, you will definitely be their good support." That's what the gentle and elegant man said.

Diederich, who was sitting there munching on a sandwich, was almost choked by Vincent's words. He swallowed deeply, glanced at him and said, "Are you the kind of person who will die before me? ?”

Sylvie just looked at Vincent strangely, why did she say that suddenly?

"Well~ It's hard to talk about such things." Vincent narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox.

"Do you need some tea? Mr. Diedrich." Sylvia asked in a friendly manner, but she didn't make a gesture to pour tea in her hands. Instead, Charles beside her obediently poured a cup for Diedrich. Tea.

"Charles is such a well-behaved child. By the way, why didn't I see Shell today? Isn't that child always the fastest to come?" Diedrich asked as he put down his teacup.

Ciel sat back beside Sylvellen, and replied, "Schel is in class, so I can't come."

Diederich took the last sandwich, "Then you don't have to go to class? Vincent, you are too partial."

"No, it's not! Father is not partial! It's... it's because Charles is in poor health, so he can't go to class with Shell." Charles lowered his head, his eyes gradually turned red, and whispered Said: "I'm sorry..."

Sylvie didn't know how to comfort the crying child, so she had to cast a non-obvious questioning look at Vincent. Fortunately, Vincent understood, but just as he was about to say something to Charles, the child was in a hurry. I ran away in a hurry.

"Well, what should we do next." Sylvie looked worriedly at the direction in which Charles ran away.

Vincent shook his head helplessly: "It's okay, let Charles be quiet for a while. Oh~! Diederich is really~"

"Huh?! Did I say something wrong?" Diederich, whose mouth was full of sandwiches, didn't realize whether he had made a slip of the tongue.

Sylvie looked at him expressionlessly, and said lightly: "Children's hearts are fragile."

"Huh? Even Sylvia—"

Vincent shook his head disappointedly at Diederich and said, "As expected, I still can't rest assured that I will leave them to you. Fortunately, there is a little sister here."

"Me? But I'm afraid I can't take good care of them. After today, I will be away for a while because of work." Siwellen paused, frowned and asked, "Why did you say that suddenly? What happened? ?"

Vincent was stunned when he saw Sylvia's expression, and then suddenly laughed, "Don't worry, little girl, I'm just talking. But your expression now, heh~ I really want the funeral home to see it , that guy will definitely be jealous of me."

"Why are you laughing? Is my expression ridiculous now?" Sylvie raised her hand and touched her face.

Seeing Sylvia's cute look, Vincent couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her hair, and said, "It's a very good expression. Well, when and what happens to a person, even a god can't help it." It's hard to predict. So——if that time comes, they will count on you! Little sister."

And after that day ended, Sylvia officially took up the post of God of Reaper, and the revolving door of memories before that was temporarily taken away, locked up and sealed until the end of the term.

"Sister Sylvia hasn't been here for a long time..." Charles lowered his head sullenly and walked quickly in the corridor, but his sister said that walking with his head down is dangerous, and it was too late for Charles to raise his head "Oh! It hurts.. right—ahhhhhh"

Charles clutched his sore forehead and was about to apologize to the other party, but when he looked up, he saw a man dressed in pitch-black undertaker, with long black nails, long silver hair covering most of his face, and the lower half exposed Zhang Yan was smiling at him strangely: "Oh~ Isn't this little Phantom Hewig? Are you an older brother or a younger brother~"

Not only did he dress up a bit scary, but his eccentric way of speaking made Charles shudder, and he was so scared that he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

The funeral house put away the weird smile and said, "Forget it, it's not important. To Xiaosheng, you are all Phantomhive."

The author has something to say: Xiuwen