Despite all her mother efforts of sending a guardian, Edward simply wasn’t convinced this was enough to protect his sister. While he went along with her without saying a word, lost on his own thoughts, the blond couldn’t help but to wonder how he would tell her she was supposed to wear the bulletproof vest he had spent all his economies to buy her so she would be safe in this journey.

“Are you sure this is going to be okay with you, Lizzy? To kill animals just for fun.”

All honestly this was something he didn’t quite enjoy, though that he felt he needed to do with excellency being the heir of the Midford household. Edward felt the need to do this, but Elizabeth, she didn’t have to. She was a lady after all. On a way or another, he wouldn’t question it much – all the nobles did it, so there was probably nothing wrong with it but in his head.

“No, Elizabeth, I don’t think he would.”

Though if she insisted on doing so either way, Edward would accompany her to guarantee the boy would keep his hands off her at the entire occasion. Of course there was always this chill up his spine whenever she was around his cousin, though he was being honest there, if anything.

“Ciel doesn’t enjoy parties. If anything, it’s going to be a bother.”

Had the Phantomhive heir ever shown a single drop of appreciation on any of the parties Lizzie had put so much effort into? No, not a bit. Ungrateful brat.

“Though if it’s going to make you happy to throw an Easter party, I’ll help you out. Whether he likes it or not doesn’t matter. You’re more important than that, and if he ever wants to marry you, he is going to have to learn how to make you happy.”

Their devotion to one to another was pretty much one-sided, if anything. The blond was tired of seeing how his sister did everything to Ciel, worried so much about being cute just for him, bought him so many presents, while the other did nothing in return. This wasn’t the kind of person Edward wanted to marry his sister.