𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯

His Butler, strongest

Bard held up a chewed up wire. "Bloody hell! This wire's done for"

"Oh, not the rats again" Meyrin sighed.

"This is gettin' ridiculous. I mean, I heard they've been plaguing London lately, but I never expected them to be such a problem this far out of the city" Bard scratched the back of his head.

A rat suddenly scurried across the floor.

Finny quickly picked up a large stone statue. "Now I've got you, rat!" he yelled, throwing the statue as hard as he could.

"No!" Bard and Meyrin yelled.

The statue crashed through the floor.

"Looks like it got away" Finny giggled and rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"What are you laughing for?! Are you trying to kill us too, you idiot!?" Bard exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Ciel was with some guests gathered around a pool table, he was sitting to the side.

They could hear the servants trying to chase after the rats.

"Quite the commotion going on out there. It seems you're experiencing a rat problem as well" Sir Randall spoke, walking away from the pool table after taking his shot, another man walking up behind him.

"Speaking of which, how long do you plan to let the vermin run wild? Filthy monsters. Someone really ought to take care of them, don't you think?" another man asked.

"And someone will, he's just waiting for the opportune moment" Lau spoke nonchalantly, weaving his fingers through his sister's long dark hair.

Madame Red glanced up. "Indeed, he prefers to settle things with one blow"

Ciel sat perched in a red armchair, listening as each of his guests spoke one by one, looking on with a smirk.

"Will you pass on this turn as well, Lord Phantomhive?" She asked.

"I'll pass. It's my policy not to shoot if I know I'll miss" he answered plainly, cheek resting on his folded hand.

"That's all very well, but when will you take care of the problem?" Sir Randall asked.

"Anytime you like. The rats will soon come looking for their forbidden cheese and I hold the key to the storehouse" Ciel answered confidently.

The blonde haired male who had walked up to the pool table to take his shot softly growled upon hearing that and took his turn, only making one ball into the hole, he scoffed softly and looked toward Ciel.

"Even so, locating the nest and eliminating the vermin promises to be a tedious task. You should concentrate on preparing me a suitable reward" Ciel said with his confident smile ever so present.

"You're a vulture" Sir Randall grumbled.

Ciel glared at him. "Sir Randall, I'd be careful how you smear my family name"

"Ha. You're in trouble now, Randall. What next, Lord Phantomhive?" The blonde haired man looked toward Ciel.

"It's time to put an end to this worthless game, don't you think?" Ciel said simply, standing from his place, he walked toward the pool table, he passed by Sir Randall and paused. "How soon can you secure the payment?" he asked.

"Tonight, I'll have it by then" Sir Randall sighed.

Ciel smiled a bit to himself, feeling satisfied upon hearing that and walked toward the table, sitting on top, he leaned forward and prepared to make his shot.