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In the early afternoon, Ciel was chatting with the maid, Barney, in her room.
The magic class with Miray had already ended in this morning.
Barney's eyes turned to the black silk gloves fitted into Ciel's tiny, pure white hands.
"Oh my, what is this? It's pretty."
"Teacher Miray gave it to me as a gift."
"For a grandmother, you have a keen eye!"
Is that a compliment or an insult?
Barney couldn't help but admire the beauty of the black silk gloves given by Miray.
Then, as if the gloves were just tools to get to the point, Barney, coughed a few times and carefully grabbed Ciel's shoulder before opening her mouth.