Charles
An awkward atmosphere filled the air between Ciel and Charles as they focused their troubled gaze to their front, where a person was sitting on the sofa across them.
“Greetings.” It is a female—Caucasian skin, brunette hair, a mediocrity appearance one expected a normal person would look, yet her eyes hinted a bright hue of green, almost as bright as Ciel’s sapphire eyes and Charles’s frost blue eyes—to add, the monotone in her simple greeting indicated the calmness in her behaviour, that screamed reliable in any ways possible.
“Uh…” The old man took a few moments to resume his words. He then cleared his throat, trying to pick his usual aristocratic behaviour, as the female was wearing a maid outfit—a regular matching between a white apron and a Victorian looking high neck blac
