Ciel Phantomhive
London, 1889. The fog covered the streets like a veil of mourning. The street lamps trembled in the rain, and the carriages advanced between whispers and secrets. Meanwhile, in the Phantomhive mansion, a new name had reached the office of Queen Victoria: > “Marchesa [your name], noble of Roman origin. Arcana symbols specialist, educated in dead languages. It requires its immediate speech. Case: The Green Witch. Destination: Weston forest. " Ciel Phantomhive, the young count at the service of His Majesty, read the letter in silence, while his demonic butler watched him with a veiled smile. "A foreign nobleman?" Asked Ciel with disdain. What can she know that I don't? What Ciel did not know that your arrival would not only test his intellect, but also his heart. Because between spells, blood and deception, the count of the count would meet yours ... And for the first time, logic would not have an answer for what I would begin to feel
About Ciel Phantomhive
London, 1889. The fog covered the streets like a veil of mourning. The street lamps trembled in the rain, and the carriages advanced between whispers and secrets. Meanwhile, in the Phantomhive mansion, a new name had reached the office of Queen Victoria: > “Marchesa [your name], noble of Roman origin. Arcana symbols specialist, educated in d...Read more