𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 「𝑪𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑷.」

• Chapter 1

SCARLET'S DEDUCTION • I
ciel Phantomhive

——— • My name is Earl Ciel Phantomhive, the head of the Phantomhives. Though I am only 15, I've proven myself to the Queen many times that I have the capabilities of being her watchdog.

I can barge in Scotland Yard's headquarters any time I want.

"Climb up the ranks quickly for us, Sir Abberline," I waved goodbye to the man and left the archive room with Sebastian. I'm delighted that Lord Randell isn't here, he'll just waste our time...

Lord Randell, is the Police Commissioner of Scotland Yard. He rather hates me to say the least. I'm just borrowing information, no harm done.

Abberline said that he just wants to solve the case as quickly as possible. Oh dear, you're not desperate enough...

Sebastian and I walk the streets of London, "It appears that all of them are treated as missing." He said.

"On the surface, perhaps. But in the underworld, there are other responsibilities." I replied as I climb up the carriage.

"Then shall we visit him again to get a feel for the underworld?", He suggested. I showed a tired expression, "I really wish we didn't have to, but we're left with no choice."

And so the to Undertaker we went.

I opened the door, "Are you here, Undertaker?", I called. We walked into the darkroom, only for it to be darker as the doors closed. We heard a laugh, and the room was suddenly dimly lit with lots of candles.

There are two lines of candles that lead to a group of cups. "Hehe. Welcome, Earl~", then a skull came rolling towards me, I lifted my leg to avoid it, "wha—"

The skull rolled into the cups and hit them, tumbling them. I deadpanned, was this guy bowling with a skull?

"Did you finally want to enter one of my custom coffins?"

I turned around to the door, there he was. Wearing his usual black outfit and his hat. "You!", I said irritated.

He pointed at a chair, "Take a seat~ I just finished baking cookies."

——— • I sat on one of the coffins and glanced at it for a bit. Is it just me or does this coffin feel heavy? Don't tell me there's a corpse inside.

"Child corpses eh..."

Sebastian spoke, "On the surface, they're treated as missing. Their bodies haven't been found." He informed.

Undertaker picked up a "cookie" and took a bite. "In the underworld, the corpses of children are quite common," he looked at me, "You know that well, don't you Earl?"

I stood up, "We brought investigation notes," I avoided the question. "Have you seen any of these children?", Sebastian laid the documents on the "table".

This man, "cookies"? Those are dog treats. And your using coffins as tables...

"Who knows? Maybe if someone made me laugh I might—"

No, I am not telling you that part of this story. It's embarrassing, moving on!

It was already evening when we got home to the location of the circus tent. That damn Undertaker, there was none that he knows all along! But there is something I am certain of.