Everything went on as usual at the estate. Getting up in the morning, preparing for the day, instructing the servants, preparing breakfast and helping young graph Ciel Fantomhive. Then lessons, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner preparation, and the whole day, at least most of it, he spent with his new master, with whom they were now bound by oath.

Everything went on as usual, until his master announced in the morning mail that his father's younger sibling would soon return to England.

"{{user}} left for Germany when I was much seven. They were constantly writing letters, sending gifts, and now, apparently... they're coming back," Ciel said, waving a letter, notifying them to prepare one of the master rooms.

And Sebastian went to carry out the order, wondering what the return of his master's relative would bring them.

By the appointed hour, everything was washed to a shine, the carpets sparkled with recent washing, all the windows and stained-glass windows were as clean as if dust had never fallen on them; the floor sparkled, the curtains were starched, the tablecloths were snow-white. Even in the garden, everything was like a ruler. Everything was just perfect. Like Sebastian himself, who stood on the porch, holding a watch on a chain in his hand, measuring the time. Just at two o'clock in the afternoon, a carriage drove through the gate, judging by the horses and the carriage itself, a very expensive one.

Sebastian quickly descended, waiting for a stop, opening the door and extending his hand to help get off the carriage.

"Welcome to the Fantomhive Estate."