Black Butler How Old Is Sebastian Novels & Stories

no one is allowed to touch his matters except for Uncle Ben and the old butler. “What is wrong?” Uncle Ben felt worried for the old butler. “Something is wrong. Check it and fire that old butler” Sebastian roared again. Uncle Ben took out his butler stick and started measuring the distances between the table wares. Shoot. The teaspoon and the fruit fork has an uneven distance of 1 millimetre. How could he possibly see that? The old butler immediately came from the kitchen and Uncle Ben motioned for him to stop and go back. He will let Sebastian cool down first and let his episode pass. If he still wants the old butler gone then he can issue his retirement package.

"This is it. This is the smoking gun." Sebastian handed the tape to Jackson. Then he looked at Serenity with a soldier's resolve. "I have been hiding here like a rat for twenty-five years, Princess," Sebastian stood up straight. "But if you are returning to claim your throne... then I am ready to serve one last time." "I am old. I have one leg. But I still know how to shoot." Serenity wiped her tears. She looked at the old, scarred warrior who had given everything for her family.

Unexpectedly, I felt someone walk up behind me and lean over my shoulder to see what I was looking at. “What are we doing?” came Sebastian’s rugged voice, making my skin tingle. “We are spying on Zack,” I said, grinning. “Zack?” “Fine,” I made my voice deep and stuffy. “The Butler.” Sebastian looked down at me. His expression was hard to read, but his eyes sparkled. I began to think he liked having me around. “What is he doing with all those blood bags?” Sebastian gave me a shove, and I stumbled into the kitchen, looking guilty. The butler didn’t even look at me. He just said, flatly. “Done, spying.”

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

And Sebastian's thirty-fifth birthday is in “eleven days.” If they don't act before then, the machine locks permanently.

He was standing with two elderly women, dressed in black. The one by his right had a cold expression on her face. She looked so much like Sebastian. The other is bubblier, though she appears to try to act tough. "Darling, meet my aunties, Elise and Alice," Sebastian introduced. His expression was unreadable. "Pleased to meet you," I said, already nervous. "How did you snap this stubborn man? You must have a weird taste in men." Elise, said bluntly, with an icy gaze. "Aunt Elise..." Sebastian warned.

She sighed before continuing, “Hm, I didn’t really get a good look at his face with all the chaos yesterday, but his hair should be…” Blond. Sebastian's hair was blond. He had taken it from our mother, while I had inherited Father's black hair before it turned white. “His hair color is black.” I froze, my heart sinking in disappointment. Black? Not blond? I bit my bottom lip, already feeling a little down at the thought that I might be wrong, but something deep inside me insisted I wasn’t. That was really Sebastian. I wasn’t sure if it was just wishful thinking, but either way, I couldn't lose hope. Maybe he had dyed his hair black—lots of teenage boys do that these days to look more manly o

Sebastian says. I ignore him, picking up a glass of champagne from a platter and excusing myself by an older man. "Here," I hand the drink to Sebastian. "No, thanks." "Oh, so now you don't want to drink?!" He looks offended, "Hey!" I roll my eyes and look over the shoulders of everyone to examine the place. And by said examination, I have come to about two definite conclusions. One, Sebastian and I are the youngest one here; the youngest one in the crowd looks to be in his late thirties, and Sebastian and I are both in our late twenties. Second, every woman who has laid eyes on Sebastian so far has looked at him with a hunger and lust even I can't ignore; these women are old enough to be my