After pouring a potion onto his hand, Eugene wrapped a bandage around it. If he wanted to return to the castle, he needed to climb back up the steep cliff with his hand like this, but that didn’t prove too difficult for Eugene.

After climbing up the cliff, as he headed towards the castle, he ran into Ciel on the way there.

“What’s with your hand?!” Ciel yelped with an alarmed expression and ran over to Eugene.

She took Eugene’s hand that was wrapped in bandages and gently touched the back of his hand.

“Did you get into a fight with someone?” Ciel asked.

Eugene raised an eyebrow, “Who would I fight with?”

“...With my father?” Ciel hesitantly proposed.

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Eugene let out a snort and tried to pull his hand free, but Ciel refused to let go.

With a look of incredulity on her face, she glanced down at the bloodstained bandages and asked, “Then, did you get into a fight with the Council Head?”

Eugene sighed. “Do I really need to have gotten into a fight if my hand is bleeding?”

“...Then why are you bleeding?”

“It just happened somehow.”

The truth was that he had clenched his fist too tightly, and then he had smashed it into a tree in a fit of rage. So he definitely couldn’t tell her why he was really bleeding.

With Eugene refusing to say anything, Ciel also stopped asking about it.

Taking a deep breath, Ciel unwrapped the bandages around Eugene’s hand. Thanks to the potion, blood had stopped flowing from the wounds, and it was already starting to heal. To Eugene, this meant that it was but a scratch.

However, Ciel’s reaction was different. Seeing the wounds that were left on his hands, she made a guess as to how they had appeared. She spotted the nail marks deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, as well as his split-open knuckles.

“...Why did you get so angry?” Ciel asked after she put the clues together.

“Do I really have to answer that?” Eugene dodged the question.

“If you don’t want to answer, then you don’t have to. And even if I do beg you, when have you ever said something that you didn’t want to say?” Ciel complained.

Eugene laughed instead of replying. Ciel glanced up at Eugene with an annoyed look in her eyes, and then took out a small first-aid kit from a pocket.

“Just leave it. It’ll be fine by tomorrow,” Eugene told her.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Ciel reluctantly acknowledged. “Ever since we were young,...