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

Chapter 25 : A Scandal in Belgravia (Part III)

A/ N: I am so sorry for not updating, I was working out the logic of the crossover! Here is a super long chapter but it is worth it, I swear! 😇😉

Ballroom in London's Downton

"Welcome to everyone, I am glad that you came to our themed soiree of the Crime Lord." Said a barely masked Viscount Druitt. Then he raised his glass towards a beautiful silky black hair person. "Thank you, Lady d'Assy to have made this event possible."

Irene Adler was disguised and sat at a table at which a hazelnut man was sat at. He smiled at her.

"Mrs. Adler" said the eldest Holmes having already been eliminated by the "crime lord." "We have much to discuss."

Albert James Moriarty had to say that he had the least expectation for this whole idea. Not that he didn't believe in their associate.

Although he doubted that Amelia could be more than a useful pawn. She was certainly a useful way to get information that Fred couldn't have access due to her family's connections.

He still recalls when William came back from his stay at the Phantomhive manor, he was marveled. It was a first to have witnessed his younger brother have such reaction.

At this moment, Albert knew that Lady d'Assy was far from being so simple. Her authority was useful to conduct their affairs and greater scheme.

It was the reason that their gang wasn't stopped yet by the dark force of the monarchy, the Phantomhive. The Lady acted as a shield and a free pass for them as long as they didn't overstep their boundaries.

This affair with the mysterious stolen document was the occasion to cement their place in the complex organigram regulating the crimes in the British Empire. It was finally their time to demonstrate their strength to efficiently clean up Great Britain's society.

"We are aware that you are in possession of sensitive documents, MI6 has asked us to eliminate you." He stated coldly which made the woman wary of him. "But I am thinking of something different. Before I continue, I will let you know of my identity. I am the Crime Lord."

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In the Ceiling of the Ballroom

Sebastian Moran was on stand by with his rifle, if this woman was to make any moves on Albert, he would eliminate her. He was ready, she was shocked by Albert's reaction.

If she didn't go along with Will's plan, the gang had already found out how to eliminate her discreetly. Irene Adler must be eliminated in this case, she cannot live to know their identity.

As he saw this prick fall dead in the middle of the reception, he jumped feeling a hand on his shoulder. He aimed his weapon at the intruder. Then, he felt relief.

"What are YOU doing here?!" he asks yelled as chaos and panic ensue downstairs whereas Irene finally took note of the deep trouble that she was in.

"I like to oversee things from upstairs." The lady said as mysterious as ever.

"Sometimes, I would really like to know what is happening in your head." Said Moran looking at the lady thoughtful. "But I do know that only Will or a bit Albert can grasp your thinking process because if not, you wouldn't be deemed as an ally but rather an enemy."

The lady got out a knife and throw it directly in front of Irene who jumped backwards before running away to get back to Sherlock's flat.

"You are overpraising me, my thoughts are no secret. I enjoy entertaining people, your whole gang and MI6 are the incarnation of the kinds of people that I find the most entertaining. High nobility is generally a hassle, my cousin and I always thought it. They mingled aimlessly fighting over petty things such as power which is impossible to monopolize, one is bound to only hold it for a moment. Why fight over power which cost the lives of the common folk to achieve it and attempt to preserve it?"