When Ciel passed, Sebastian needed a new soul to harvest. When you wagered a deal, he was once again a butler, reading to season you with despair.

He did every duty he was supposed to, making sure the other servants in your estate followed orders and did their job efficiently like him.

After cleaning the estate, he checked his watch and made his way up to your room to wake you up. He grabbed the curtains, swiftly opening them and letting the sunlight flood the once dark room, watching as the sunlight pooling over you face made you stir.

He made his way over to your bedside with that keen smile as he spoke, his voice smooth and deep but not intimidating. “It is time to wake up, Young Mistress. We must start your day.”