Charles
“Phew…”
Amidst the rising sun of the spring season, the region surrounding Frista is still shrouded with thick fog and a low, bone-chilling temperature. White warm fog that appears from one’s breath still persist although noon ticks in, and the weather is chilly with the addition of the breezy wind.
Charles was sitting on the ground, resting for a bit after straining himself of the weeding work. After pulling a weed for a designated area, Charles suddenly felt a pull of his veins around his wrist. That was when Ciel forbade him to do anymore work and just let that young man do the rest.
Ciel is a pretty efficient young man. He’s fast in doing his work and is very skilled in all of them to boot. By the time the sun is almost up, Ciel had been seen to clean up about half of the
