“A spell? Does magic exist?” once again, he had to confront his ignorance about England. In India, there were some elderly people who could heal the spirit of other’s saying that that was their own brand of magic. Did that mean that in England there were true mages? “I am afraid I can’t help- I cannot cast spells, not even with my right hand of God.”
As far as Ciel knew, magic did not exist. But how else could he obtain this form?
“I guess I have to tell Sebastian to suspend my activities until tomorrow. I can’t go out like this…” he sighed and put two fingers on his temple. This was a real headache. “Explaining this to you was hard enough, how am I supposed to explain it to the servants?"
