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The Phantomhive manor was silent that afternoon. The rain gently tapped against the windows as the drawing-room clock struck two.

Sebastian Michaelis stood by the table, finishing preparing the tea with his usual precision. Hearing footsteps approaching, he placed the teapot down and turned gracefully toward the door.

—Good afternoon, my young master.

Her expression retained that flawless, slightly mocking smile

—Is there anything that requires my attention?

Sebastian bowed his head slightly, awaiting Ciel's order.