Ah, the circus. Tightrope walking, fire eaters, knife throwing, dangerous wild anim-



oh.

So Sebastian and Ciel infiltrate a circus on the Queen's orders in search of a large number of missing children. Ciel has to pass an "entrance test" to prove that he is worth taking on and Sebastian, wonder butler that is he, is all too happy to help Ciel keep his balance on the tightrope.



And then a wild reaper appears! As quite possibly the world's worst "spy". I legit snorted aloud when I saw this panel, though - they look so incredibly horrified to be put together as "roommates".



Through a pratfall, Ciel's brand is exposed and we're treated to what is essentially a minor panic attack on his part, where he is brought low by the memories of his captors. Sebastian wordslaps him out of it with a few well-chosen phrases needling at the one thing Ciel clings to, his pride as Earl of Phantomhive.



I suppose Ciel's soul will be tastier if he is constantly dipped in and out of abject misery, like a nice crusty sourdough with fondue. Gruyere, with some aged cheddar and maybe swiss? Yum.