𝐓𝐖𝐓𝐏𝐓𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐁: 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 [Dionxoc]

INTO THE PHANTOMHIVES |7|

MYSTERIOUS MAN...
third Person's pov

——— • As they go through the butler's stuff, they didn't find anything more than his clothes and the cats. It made Charles Grey curious, "But seriously, I don't see any personal stuff. Where's he from, anyway?"

Dion tilted his head lightly, "I also have the same question, where did you find him?" He wondered...how did humans vome in contact with demons.

Ciel coughed, "it was...just a fortunate coincidence." he said.

"The Countess might know something, but..." Finny suggested. His guess was immediately debunked by the said Countess.

"I don't know, either," Vermiel said. Dion looks down at her silently as he observes her.

"His background, ethnicity, his birth place, I wasn't interested in any of that. And it didn't matter, anyway." Vermiel suddenly gets images of that day.

Blood was everywhere, bodies of cloaked men on the ground. And the precious corpse on the altar was soon forgotten for the sake of revenge.

"Back then, I would have taken anyone...so long as they were loyal and vould grant my wish."

Her words makes her younger brother looks at her with a blank expression, behin those blue eyes were the same images his sister was reminded of.

Dion couldn't help but clench his fist, no matter how he looks at it, he's still competing with a demon.

"Back then?" He wonders.

The professor stood up from his spot with a disappointed face, "If we haven't found it after all this...I doubt it's here." He said.

Dion looks up to him, "So the next option is—"

Back to the room where everyone is present, Arthur announced, "So, to see if anyone has the young master's room key, would like to inspect your rooms and baggage, would that be alright? Of course, will have the ladies check each other's belongings."

The guests agreed and so they went to inspect each other's room. Nothing suspicious was found on anyone's bedroom, expect maybe for a few...knives Jeremy brought from home.

He got a scolding, but he's fine.

Speaking of ladies, Irine and Roxana inspected her room. The master's bedroom.

"Woah, your bedroom's gorgeous, Countess!" Irine admired as she looks left and right. Vermiel chuckles, "Thank you, I don't like anyone touching anything in my room so I clean it myself, but for this night you can open whatever you see suspicious," she said.

It's not like she hides important things in her bedroom, the most important things are hidden underground where only family members and Sebastian can go into.

Irine knocked herself up by admiring the furniture, but of course not forgetting about her task. The woman was too occupied with her job that she didn't notice that Roxana wasn't.

"Say, Vermiel. That butler of yours is really peculiar, it almost makes think that he isn't dead." Roxana said as she leans over the wall, Vermiel smirks at her.