Episode 11 Continued - Her Butler, Careless
This… was utter chaos.
Sebastian stood gracefully next to me as we stared into the carnival’s entrance, and I felt a bead of sweat slide my temple when all the sounds echoed through the air—the horrendous music, the screeching rides, and the obnoxious children laughing and screaming as their footsteps pattered everywhere.
People. Hundreds of people.
Ugh.
Disgusting.
“Well, master?” Sebastian said kindly. “Shall we get on with it?”
I shivered when the stench of a freshly soiled diaper filled my nose. “This place is horrendous.”
Sebastian chuckled. “My, my. Don’t sound so excited, my lord.”
“Screw this,” I said then, only half-joking, “let’s just kill everyone and be done with it.”
He gazed down at me in amusement. “But that would go against the king’s orders. He wants to save these people, not kill them.”
“If I have to walk in there…” I said then, nose wrinkling in distaste, “I’d rather cower in a corner and die.”
“Sadly, I won’t allow that,” Sebastian said then, “and you wanted this. So, come now.” He then glanced down with a smile. “Unless you want to go against the king’s wishes.”
I glared at him before groaning in annoyance, and I just stepped over to the ticket booth to find some old lady there who looked like she was over two-hundred years old.
“I want two tickets, please,” I said then.
She glanced up and pulled the cigarette out from her mouth. “How many?”
“Two,” I said then.
“How many?” she repeated, cupping a hand over her ear.
Anger flashed through me. “Two!”
“Ah, two tickets, okay.” She then shuffled around her, sticking the drag back in her mouth. “An adult and a child?”
I gritted my teeth. “I am not a child!”
She gazed up then. “Huh?”
The angery burned through me. “I said I’m not a child! I am eighteen!”
“You’re sixteen?”
“Eightteen!” I said then.
“Fifteen?”
“EIGHT,” I said then.
“You’re eight?” she echoed. “You look twelve.”
I glared sharply, hands clenching at my sides. “This insolent woman.”
I suddenly heard a snicker from next to me, and I glanced over to find Sebastian smiling while covering his mouth.
I just shot him a look. “Don’t look so amused.”
He cleared his throat. “I would never dare, my lord.”
“Stop with the sarcasm,” I snapped then. “It’s the last thing I need right now.”
He gave me an amused look before I turned back toward the old lady, fuming.
Sebastian just stepped around me and leaned forward so she could hear. “Two adult tickets, please.”
“Adult?” she said then, shrugging before shuffling around her again. “Alright.”
She then set two wristbands on the table. “That’ll be a hundred dollars.”
“A hund—” I echoed, glaring sharply. “Who do you think I am?! I am a Phantomhive! One of the king’s elites! And this is a lowly carnival! What nonsense is this?!”
The old lady just chuckled. “The child’s having a temper tantrum.”
I then burst, rage boiling through me. “I AM NOT A CHILD!”
Sebastian just kindly set a bag of coins on the table. “There you are ma’am. A hundred.”
She kindly took the money and handed us the wristbands, and Sebastian stepped back over to me while gently catching my wrist.
He pulled it up and wrapped the band around it.
“I hate this place,” I growled, “it makes me want to commit murder. Burn this place down to ashes.”
“We are here to save these humans, my lord,” Sebastian said as he stuck the band together. “Not incinerate them.”
I grumbled under my breath.
He just quickly pulled on his wristband before gazing further in the circus. “Well, I suppose it is now time to investigate, isn’t it?”
I made an impatient sound. “Let’s get this over with.”
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