"Hey, Kleiner. Wie heißen Sie?" (Hey, shorty. What's your name?) Lady Sullivan turned to face the young lord as you all walked up to the medieval castle surrounded by torture devices from the witch hunts. How gruesome.

You nearly snorted, it's normally you and Sebastian prodding the young lord and joking about his height. For someone else to do it was pure gold, and the fact that he didn't understand made it even funnier.

"Why do I have the feeling she said something offensive?"

"She asked you for your name," you bent down and translated.

"Oh, it's Ciel Phantomhive."

"How old are you?"

"He's thirteen," Sebastian said going up the first few steps of the manor. He turned around to address the rest of you, "All of you wait downstairs. Understood?"

~

Agh, head maid or not you don't know the way around someone else's manor, especially with the way this village reacts to every wrong breath you take. Tanaka took charge and made his way inside. You walked down a cold hallway; it was lit with wrought iron candelabras built into the stone walls. A faint horrid smell of a few low-burning tallow candles lingered in the air; you made your way to a common room where a few of the villagers were eyeing the lot of you. Hilde the overly aggressive villager from before showed you and Mey-rin to your separate rooms. After settling in you all went upstairs to the kitchen.

Wolfram was measuring ingredients while Sebastian rolled his sleeves up.

"Can we help with anything?" Bard asked.

"No it's fine," he answered rather quickly. "We've had a long trip I'm sure you're tired. Don't worry and don't do anything unneeded. I'll bring your dinner when we've finished."

"Ooh, you're so kind Mr. Sebastian," Mey-rin said as they left but you stayed and sat on a stool next to him wanting to be in his company.

"Go on upstairs and keep an eye on them."

"But Tanaka is with them, and I wanna see what you're making," you pouted. Sebastian stared at you sideways while he kneaded the dough.

"Pleaseeeeee?"

"Alright alright. You're unnaturally clingy tonight," he furrowed his eyebrows at you and looked down at what he was doing.

Ouch

Okay, unexpected for him to call out your way of showing affection. You began to internally shut down trying to distance yourself from being a nuisance. Tears surfaced but you refused to cry.

"Wh- no not the crying my dear not tonight," he said, his eyes widening, "What did I say?"

You shook your head remembering what he always said; If you weren't pregnant you wouldn't be that emotional. Which is true, so keeping quiet until it passed was what you did, you sniffed holding your tears back. The poor demon kissed your forehead and continued cooking, visibly annoyed but not with you. Wolfram managed to be working diligently but not to Sebastian's liking, he was slow but to give him some credit, he was trying to be accurate. Handling too many things in the kitchen can go disastrous in such a short time.

"Are you sure you don't want help?"

"So you could cry in the food?" he playfully glared at you.

"My exact intentions!" you giggled and he smiled.

~

"Mm it tastes so good what was it?"

"You ate without knowing?" Sebastian asked as he put the dishes in the sink.

"Food is food," you shrugged your shoulders and slid off the chair ready to go to bed. But instead of going straight to bed, he led you upstairs to the young lord's room. Apparently, their dinner was interrupted by a werewolf attack, a villager was out without her amulet and was injured badly. After that, an old deformed woman who wasn't there when the villagers tried to make you all leave earlier, came threatening Lady Sullivan and the young lord.

"Ah Y/n, Sebastian told you what happened then? Apparently, the information seems different from when Claus hmfp-" Sebastian shoved a pastry in the young lord's mouth, temporarily shutting him up and holding a finger up to his lips. He inched towards the door and opened it suddenly. Lady Sullivan fell hard against the cold stone floor a set of large balloons were tied to a contraption around her waist.

"Well well Master Sullivan, walking around without your servant?" Sebastian said picking her small figure up by her waist.

"It's the witch's balloons," she pointed up to them as she uncoupled them.

"I see, however, I can't admire a lady who would stand outside a man's door eavesdropping. May I ask your business?" He gripped her chin making her face him.

"You're the ones who have business with me isn't it?"

"What?"

"I'm a witch," she smirked. "I can see through your thoughts completely."

"Oh? You know what to do then right? I don't want to be rough with you," Sebastian asked.

"I had a premonition as soon as you entered the village. That tonight I would have to destroy the key to the secret chamber I've protected for eleven years. I was prepared but... I can't calm my heart. Come!" She launched herself out of Sebastian's arms and onto the bed next to the young lord, startling him.

"I never expected my first time to be a foursome but you two are adults that would be unethical. Unless you and her are here to teach us what to do then, by all means, go ahead. By the looks of her stomach you two are experienced already," she smirked pervertedly pointing at your bump.

"Lady Sullivan, you're joking right?" You grimaced.

"If you're all uncomfortable I can take my clothes off first," she began to unbutton her dress and the young lord freaked out.

"NONONONO- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Oh you want to take this fortress yourself? You're more of a man than you look," she smirked at the young lord creeping him out even more.

"What is she saying?! Why is she looking at me like that?!" He backed up scurrying on the bed into you.

"I see, the young lord wants to undress her himself." Sebastian grinned.

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!" he yelled.

"Don't feed into that!!" you said, the both of you looking terrified of what was going through their heads.

"My my, young master at this age already?" Sebastian shook his head in disapproval.

"I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING BUT THERE IS CLEARLY A MISUNDERSTANDING HERE!"

Lady Sullivan had crept over without anyone noticing among the chaos and grabbed his little... man part making his eye widen.

"Well, at least you're a proper man."

He shoved her violently off the bed, she toppled over onto the other side. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! QUIT PLAYING!"

"HOW UNREFINED, DISGRACING A YOUNG LADY SO!" she shouted in German hoisting herself back up.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE SAYING, YOU MOLESTER!"

You were in utter shock and didn't know whether to laugh or be concerned with the shouting match that was taking place. Sebastian was clearly enjoying the scene play out in front of him.

"Now now you two. Having a sweet time in bed is fine but wouldn't you rather have sweets in bed?" He held out an assortment of sweets. She took a dark chocolate florentine shoveling it in her mouth, crumbs falling on the sheets. "Men are always full of lust the books say."

"Yes well, books aren't always accurate, though some are like that," you muttered.

"Well this is a female-only village, it's my first time seeing the real thing," she shrugged her shoulders.
"Is Wolfram not a man then?" Sebastian asked.

"He's more like a guard dog," she said nonchalantly.

"I see... speaking of guard dogs, what are these great wolves everyone is so afraid of?"

Lady Sullivan flinched as if the question burned her soul, her face saddened as she explained how the witch trials had formed her village to be the way it is today, "The witches in the past were seen as the causes of all trouble and were killed and submitted to torture, that's the device in the plaza you saw earlier. Driving away misfortunes with spells and saving people with herbs, that is the original purpose of the witch. However, in those times they were declared heretics, so they ran for theirs lives into this forest to escape. One witch offered her own legs, forming a contract with the werewolves of this forest, which is why all of the witches after her have their feet bound, in remembrance of that contract. She was called the Green Witch, my ancestor."

"So why would they attack a villager, isn't that against the contract?" the young lord asked after Sebastian translated.

"It was many hundreds of years ago the green witch made the contract, I assume it's because the witch's blood is thinning."

"So then... the werewolves don't protect, more like imprison you all?"

"Yes," she said sadly. "Since I was born I've never left this village. You three, you're going back out tomorrow. Can you tell me of the world? Please? I'll never get to step foot outside the forest," she pleaded with her big emerald eyes.

"I guess the way she acted before was her way of being friendly," Sebastian said making the young lord grumble. "Her will is absolute I suggest you be nice to her," he whispered.

"Aghh fine," the young lord shifted closer to her and extended his hand. "Before... sorry. Us... friends?" he spoke in simple broken English which she understood but looked at his hand confused. Sebastian grasped her hand and explained a handshake as you struggled to fight off your tiredness.

"Oh yes here, these amulets will protect you all when you go through the forest tomorrow," she gave him and Sebastian an amulet and turned to you.

"Yours will be in your room, I had Wolf put them on everyone's doorknobs."

"Thank you my lady," you said smiling.

"Now, will you teach me about the sweet time in bed you mentioned earlier," her perverted smile was back.

"I did say something like that, what shall I do my lord?"

"What am I supposed to do with a kid? Have her play with toys or something," he sighed evidently bored.

"The young master seems to want to play with toys," he told Lady Sullivan who gasped looking at the young lord a bit terrified. "What?! You're pretty hardcore, I don't know if my body could take that!"

"WHATEVER YOU'RE THINKING WITH THAT EXPRESSION IT'S A MISUNDERSTANDING AGAIN!!!"

You giggled at the two of them bickering again and yawned a little, Sebastian took notice and excused himself to walk you to your room.

"Behave yourself my lord," you said making Sebastian snicker.

"GET OUT Y/N!"

~

"These contractions are becoming more frequent. It's uncomfortable to sleep at times," you said getting into bed in your nightclothes.

"I know, don't worry it won't be long now. Try and get some sleep, we have to leave in the morning, and I doubt they'll wait till a reasonable time to make us go," he said folding your dress and putting it away.

"Oooh come feel! It's kicking," you whispered yelled in excitement.

"Alright, alright," he walked over swiftly kneeling down and put his hand on your stomach. "I never thought I'd enjoy human pleasures I once found absurd..." he smiled softly rubbing our stomach.

"Sebastian... come lay with me," you said shyly.

"Of course, where else will I stay? I just have to put the young lord to bed, please... close your eyes and you'll wake up in my arms," he whispered softly gently closing your heavy eyelids with his soft gloved fingers.

~

"Y/n... y/n," someone coughed outside your door scraping trying to knock the door forcing you awake. You slipped on your slippers and donned your robe and cautiously opened your door to see the young lord on the floor. His skin had drastically changed making him look grotesque, bumps and discolouration along with splatters of blood on his hands and clothes.

"Holy crap- Sebastian! Sebastian?!" You dropped to your knees grasping his arm and called for Sebastian but he didn't turn up immediately like he normally did, you helped the young lord stand and Sebastian finally came barreling down the hallway.

"About time where have you-" you gasped sharply, your heart skipping a beat not expecting him to be in the same condition.
"No time, go back to bed I have this," he picked the young lord and made off in the opposite direction.