'I heard it is your birthday and it is also another year closer to your death but you should't worry about such matter and celebrate that you are alive.' A day for celebration! Bring the cake, bring the candles and bring the presents! This day was all about her and nothing else, 'happy birthday to you, Countess Phantomhive.'
LOVE FOR THE BIRTHDAY LADY
â First of all, donât you know how to knock?! Second, thatâs a statement all those low rang nobles of evil would love to come true and just wipe me out someday but Iâm afraid death is going to wait until I say so â oh poor uncultured minds, going so far as to think the Countess would just let Death step in before she accomplished to let behind a clear legacy for the generations of Phantomhives to follow â or were they? Maybe the woman was the one to think too highly of herself if she had the thought of defining Death as a piece of cake, speaking of the devil.
Claudia would lie if she was to say that such a gesture left her without any feelings, but admittedly it was nothing to sweep her of her feet. He couldâve just use empty words and leave it on that, yet he chose to have something like this on his hands as well, odd. She did not show a smile but at the very least she was not looking at him with her signature deadly gaze. A sigh before she could speak again.Â
â And here i was, thinking iâll have a day free of your nonsense â a pause as she looked at the cake and back at him â Thank you, Undertaker â