After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"Ala." The undertaker looked at the somewhat embarrassed intruder and made an ambiguous sound.

"Ahem, I'm a detective here to investigate. You...who are you?" Aba Ryan stood up pretending to be calm, only to find that there were two other people inside.

Two guys who looked like aristocrats at first glance.

Out of politeness he asked one more question, and the strange plant in Draco's hand made him take another look, and then another look.

"Eehoo--" Charles and Sebastian, who were waiting outside, heard the sudden strange cry, their expressions froze, and they immediately rushed in.

The first thing Ciel saw when he entered was Draco standing there with a smile, followed by the funeral house, a strange man, and Aba Ryan who seemed to be petrified on the spot.

"Hey, why are you standing there like an idiot? What was that strange sound just now?" Charles walked to Aba Ryan and suddenly found that Aba Ryan was not scared as he thought, but was really petrified and motionless, with even his eyes unfocused.

"What happened to him?" Charles suddenly turned his head and looked towards the funeral home with sharp eyes, but his peripheral vision was always on the boy who was about his age and the person who seemed to be his guardian.

"Don't be so nervous, there's nothing wrong with this person, he just saw something he shouldn't have seen, so the young master tampered with his memory~" The undertaker smiled and brought out a basin of goldfish swaying in the wind from behind him.

Oh, so that's why, because of this pot of goldfish... Charles subconsciously wanted to nod, but suddenly his eyes widened again. What the hell is this!

Sebastian, who had been silent all this time, also looked at the pot of snapdragon in surprise. He felt the breath of hell on it, but it was not quite similar.

And... these two people should be wizards, right? Sebastian looked at Draco and Snape calmly.

Then, his eyes met Draco's.

He smiled politely at Draco and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

In the invisible corner, Sebastian's face suddenly darkened.

Too sharp, and... in that moment just now, he felt an extremely strong sense of oppression, which made him more afraid than those stupid angels.

He didn't intend to provoke such an existence. He had finally come to the human world through a contract.

He hasn't received his payment yet, so there's no way he can go back or anything.

I just hope they don't focus on his young master...

Draco also withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Demon? Why would such a thing appear here?

No, I should say, why are there demons? Aren't there angels? Why does he remember his world as being ordinary?

Apart from wizards, magical animals, magical plants and so on, it's pretty much the same as the ordinary world, right?

It seems that I should ask him some questions when Ian comes back.

Charles forced himself to look away from the strange plant, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was not a bad thing.

Aba Ryan is a stupid good guy, and some things are not suitable for him to get involved in.

He had a very high liking for Draco, and his subconscious didn't question it.

He had some knowledge of the wizarding community, thanks to some books in Phantomhive's house that had not been burned.

In recent years, an ancient surname has appeared strongly in the sight of all nobles.

——Malfoy.

This family, which had some scandals with the first queen, has faded from everyone's sight since the last century.

Until a few years ago, he suddenly made a high-profile comeback and was quickly awarded the title of Duke, becoming the Queen's confidant.

Generally, only the closest relatives of the royal family can be awarded the title of Duke...

This caused the ancient nobles who still had a vague impression of the Malfoy surname to exchange glances with each other in private countless times.

Their family has records of that period. The Malfoy family... is full of beauties~

Ciel heard that the Queen and Mrs. Malfoy had a good relationship and often had afternoon tea together...

He also caught a glimpse of the Duke of Malfoy at the banquet. The arrogance of the nobility seemed natural to him and did not disgust people.

Of course, what impressed Charles the most was the unique platinum-colored long hair.

Just like the young man in front of me.

Dazzling yet as inclusive and warm as moonlight.

"Ciel Phantomhive. Nice to meet you, Marquis Malfoy." Ciel keenly sensed Draco's identity.

He is the youngest son of the Malfoy family who has never appeared and is well protected.

He was also a lucky child who was awarded the title of Marquis by the Queen without even meeting her, which made people talk about him and envy him.

I didn't expect to see him here.

"Draco Malfoy. Lord Phantomhive. Good day. This is my godfather, Severus Snape." Draco stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party briefly, and took the opportunity to introduce Snape who was standing aside and absent-minded.

Draco looked at Ciel curiously.

He is a beautiful boy with short blue-gray hair and deep blue gemstone eyes that sparkle like stars.

Draco liked beautiful things, like the Ciel.

It's not about his appearance, but his tenacious soul.

Draco could feel Ciel and Sebastian's souls balancing and entwining each other.

A contract? With a demon?

It was rare for Draco to show interest in someone he had just met.

He became curious about Ciel.

Huh? Wait, if he remembered correctly, the soul that the funeral home asked him to retrieve was also named Phantomhive, right?

Um, could it be Ciel's dad or some relative? They look quite similar...

When Draco looked away, Ciel breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't like being stared at all the time; it made him feel sick and unbearable.

But Draco's eyes were clear and pure, and Charles actually thought it was... not bad?

Draco knew from the look on Charles' face that he must have something to say to the funeral home.

Thinking that the gift had been delivered, Draco prepared to go back out of understanding.

However, he did not forget to exchange contact information with the interested little earl.

Draco whispered something as he passed by Sebastian.

Sebastian's dark red eyes suddenly turned scarlet, but were suppressed in an instant.

No one saw it except the funeral home.

The undertaker raised the corners of his mouth high, and was in such a good mood that he told Charles and the others the information without asking anyone to tell him a joke.

Draco held Snape's hand and strolled through the streets of London, which he had not seen for a long time.

In just a short period of time, London has changed a lot.

But soon, Draco groaned and said that he couldn't walk anymore, but he didn't want to go back too soon.

Snape sighed helplessly, squatted down, and motioned Draco to come up.

Draco cheered softly and jumped onto Snape's back.

Snape carried Draco steadily on his back and walked slowly along the deserted riverbank, admiring the Thames after the snow.

"...That man is very dangerous." Snape was not completely ignorant of the confrontation between Draco and Sebastian.

The aura of that person made Snape very uncomfortable, so when he was in the funeral home, Snape kept observing him secretly.

"It's a demon." Draco answered without hesitation.

Snape paused, then quickly returned to normal.

"You always do things that make people worry." After a long time, Snape said meaningfully.

"Hehe, but my godfather, parents, and I all condone my behavior."

Draco said happily and matter-of-father while leaning on his godfather's not-so-broad shoulders.

Yes, some of Draco's lawless and reckless behaviors were caused by their pampering.

Although they knew the danger, they didn't have the heart or the desire to correct Draco's behavior.

Draco is so cute, he is just a little naughty sometimes.

He is already very well behaved. He can do whatever he wants. They are here anyway.

Although Snape heard that the man named Sebastian was a devil, he was only surprised for a moment.

After that, we began to evaluate the strength of both sides.

Well, I can beat him.

Then it'll be fine.

"That's right, the funeral home represents the god of death." Draco didn't realize he had said something earth-shattering.

...This damn kid!

Snape felt a rare lump in his throat.

When I get back, I'll talk to Lucius and Narcissa about Draco's friendship problem.

Where do these weird and strange friends come from?

Are you going to bring back an angel next time?!

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Late at night, Draco, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up. He yawned and tidied himself up a little.

Then with a snap of his fingers, a crow appeared in his room.

"Good evening, Mr. Sebastian." Draco sat down on the sofa and knocked on the table. Steaming hot black tea immediately appeared in the teacup on the table.

"Good evening, Lord Malfoy." The crow's silhouette gradually lengthened and turned into a dark figure.

How should I put it, I could vaguely make out Sebastian's appearance: sharp claws, glowing scarlet eyes, shark-sharp fangs, and black wings with feathers constantly falling.

His long black hair fluttered in the wind, and his face was shrouded in black mist and could not be seen clearly.

I have to say that such an appearance is quite terrifying for ordinary people.

Fortunately, the room is big enough. This thought suddenly flashed through Draco's mind.

But Draco's focus shifted slightly.

"Your wings..." Draco pointed behind Sebastian, a little curious. "Will you go bald if you keep losing hair like this?"

Sebastian paused as he sat down, and silently turned back into the handsome butler he was during the day.

He looked at Draco's sincere and serious eyes and felt for the first time that he was a little behind the times.

"These are manifestations of energy, not real...hair loss." If you look closely, you can see that the corners of Sebastian's mouth are a little stiff.

As the most aesthetically pleasing demon (self-proclaimed), Sebastian has strict requirements for both his human and demonic forms.

He won't let himself lose his hair!

"Okay." Seeing Sebastian change back into human form, Draco shrugged with some regret, and wanted to ask him for a few feathers to give to his godfather for research.

"You really care about Count Phantomhive." Draco sighed.

At that time, he just said that his soul was lacking, and the devil came to him in the middle of the night.

Of course he couldn't enter Malfoy Manor, so Draco, sensing his presence, moved him directly into the room.

Oh my god, mom and dad are all resting.

"Ah, yes, the young master's soul is the most dazzling and brilliant I have ever seen in my life." Sebastian's smile deepened.

The young master left the light behind without the slightest hesitation, and walked bravely towards the darkness with elegant steps. His figure was so beautiful and yet so foolish.

But she held Sebastian tightly.

"I say, you actually know that there is something wrong with Phantomhive's soul, right?" Draco stared at Sebastian for a while and suddenly said.

"Yes, but I can't solve it." Sebastian didn't think it was unbearable to admit his own shortcomings.

Compared to those, the cracks in Ciel's soul were what he couldn't bear.

"I see..." Draco looked at Sebastian thoughtfully.

He suddenly pulled out a bottle of potion and threw it at Sebastian. "Drink it."

The matter-of-fact tone made Sebastian hallucinate his young master for a second.

He wasn't afraid of poison, but he was a little unsure about Draco, and he couldn't even see through his strength.

However, Draco had no ill will towards him and the young master, nor did he, like some wizards he had met before who noticed his abnormality, want to destroy him out of self-righteousness.

Sebastian drank it anyway, and after finishing it, he miraculously discovered that the hunger that had been burning his sanity was disappearing.

"If you keep starving yourself like this, your sanity will eventually disappear." Draco saw that Sebastian was...

"Can you really tell the difference between 'appetite'?" Draco tilted his head, his smile somewhat mysterious.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. Do you want something from me?" Sebastian really didn't understand human emotions, and his relationship with the young master was chaotic at the beginning.

"It would be boring if you explain it too clearly." Draco smiled cunningly. He had already seen the future. Although there were ups and downs and sadness, this demon still "got what he wanted".

Just now, he couldn't help but be curious and took a look at the future of the two.

How should I put it...it's more exciting than fighting Voldemort.

But what about that angel? Didn’t mom tell me that she found anything strange in the palace?

I have to tell my parents about it tomorrow. I always feel that the angel is deliberately avoiding them.

Humph, no pure-blood wizard would like the Church, let alone angels.

We must catch that birdman!