September 13, Beginning of spring.

This was the beginning of spring, the flowers blooming more freely and their vibrant colors showing, adorning the landscape with colors you don't see in winter.

it's the perfect time to enjoy the year and England's tourist scenery, And so there was the young master Phantomhive, boarding the train alongside his faithful butler, with the butler carrying his master's luggage lightly and calmly, the young boy's steps enter the train, passing by the normal people and low-ranking nobles who were in the carriages of ordinary people.

The boy's sharp blue eyes roam the carriages without looking away, arriving in the high-class carriage, for people like him, of high nobility, Mixing with people below was not typical, he was going to Brighton. Besides his own amusement, he had business to attend to there.

Sebastian follows Ciel closely behind, ensuring that nothing stops Ciel from following his path. The young master walks and his cane makes slight noises as it comes into contact with the train floor.

When Ciel arrives at what he thinks would be the best seat, he is slightly surprised to find someone already in his seat. This person and her maid are having regular tea. Ciel was quite upset about this, he planned to have the best seat, Sebastian hums in silence and takes a step to interfere but Ciel stops him.

It's not worth fighting for so little.

That's what the blue-haired boy thought, so the count sat down on the seat next to the seat that was stolen from him, The seats come with a table, cutlery, plates and everything perfect to be served a good please. Ciel sits down and Sebastian offers to serve his master's favorite tea and a pleasant potion of scones, a soft and appetizing dough.

Even so, Ciel didn't look happy. No, no, from afar, he could hide his irritation, but his silent annoyance surrounded him, he held the porcelain cup but firmly. He was definitely irritated that he didn't have his preferred seat, To Sebastian's delight, he knew of his master's annoyance but did nothing about it.

The young count stole glances at the person who 'stole' what was supposed to be his. It seems this journey is going to be a long one.