Amelia d'Assy : cousin of Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler fanfiction)

Chapter 11 : German Shepherd in Albion (Conclusion)

"You are an insufferable brat when you want Ciel Phantomhive, I hope that Lize knows what she signed up for when she became your fiancée" Said Amelia a tad annoyed

"Calm down, Am..." Ciel said smirking.

"I will calm down when I see fit, for now, you have some explanation to do." She pouted very unladylike.

"Certainly and so do you, your third lover here. Really?" Ciel was continuing to taunt her, he was doing this risking his life. The lady was annoyed. She could decide to really loose patience and that her cousin had said enough and pinned him down to shut him up.

"You already know why I brought him here, you cannot fool me." She replied, she saw clear in his game.

"You are no fun." He said, dropping his childish behaviour.

"Yes, I am," she said one last time before switching to a more professional tone.

"It was clever, I hope that this little party helps you in whatever schemes you are plotting." Ciel stated curiously.

He hated when he didn't know something. It was probably a characteristic of his family. Henceforth, the spy network that his aunt Charlotte Phantomhive operated with his older cousin's, Amelia's brothers. Although, he still hadn't solved the mystery of his cousin. She wasn't part of the international spy network, she merely relays information that he asked for and watched over the good society of London. He knew now that her frequent travels were part of something else. She just revealed that she helps the Queen with her foreign policy but Ciel wasn't convinced that it was all.

"You should know it is for work, this is all part of my work." Again a cryptic answer, she was worse than Sebastian at annoying him.

"You will have to explain to me what you are doing because from my point of view, you are merely fooling around man." If he made her angry enough to lose her cool, he may have some answers. Although, his cousin was brighter than that.

"Little rascal" She said with a little laugh.

...

Arthur Conan Doyle was convinced that there were still unexplained things. He ran back to the manor, he found Lady Amelia and the Count having a seemingly pleasant discussion in the drawing room. Once again, he couldn't help thinking that those two looked more like siblings than cousins, they had that kind of indescribable bound. They were having a discussion but at the same time, it was as if a storm could form at any moments. His brothers one minute would be happily playing and the other fight over another thing.

"It seems that one of our guests hasn't left yet." Lady Amelia stated.

"Come in M. Doyle."

He entered. The pastor Jeremy was still there holding a teapot and serving tea. It only reinforced his beliefs.

"Something doesn't add up."

"You are right, but how so?" challenged Lady Amelia. From her words, it was like she knew everything that would happen in the next minutes. As if she had herself written what was about to happen, what he was going to say. Her eyes shined, they seemed darker yet shinier. It was unnatural.

"There is only one possibility, Sebastian is still alive..."

The pastor Rathbone took off a mask. Sebastian Michaelis. Arthur wasn't ready to hear the truth. The unnatural truth. As he listens he swore that he saw Lady Amelia smile of satisfaction. She knew all of it already. It was simply a formality to listen to all this. Amelia had a fan in her hand. There was a Chinese dragon on it, he seemed to swirl to life. As he listens to Sebastian explain everything.