His company was his PRIDE. Therefore seeing somebody defacing the showcases brought a piercing chagrin to the earl — he ALWAYS worked so hard to make his production appealing to the guest’s eye as well as provide a guarantee of an absolute quality materials. Yes, indeed, to reach this level he had to implement the most BORING duties, but he never spared an effort to achieve the best results — he never shunned to spare sincere LOVE towards his creations. It was evident.

But at the moment somebody was narrow-minded enough to blame him and there was no way Ciel could consider it a fair accusation, moreover he became frustrated of people taking everything for granted. He did not want them to be in his shoes, however some individuals could at least think twice before putting such unpleasant messages on the glass.

His loyal butler was there right beside him as he watched the bloody confession disappear. With a bare facet of his soul he could sense the demon’s blood boiling up in fury, yet Ciel knew better than letting his bloodhound to scour about the entire town in search for said culprits. As soon as the crowd started to go hectic again, the boy hinted Sebastian at the other corner of the street which appeared empty and safe for them to talk.

               ❝ I will always have a chance to dispose of them. But first I want to prove them wrong. As much as people can be stubborn, they are prone to a swift change of mind. You just have to provide them with a chance to do it. ❞