【𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

6

It had been perhaps two weeks since [Name] found herself in the bustling city of Victorian London. In that time, her newly appointed butler, Ash Landers, had diligently guided her through the intricacies of the city, lessons which she picked up with remarkable ease.

She had no protests to her newly defined purpose. If anything, she embraced it eagerly, as though her very being had been awaiting a challenge. Her sharpness and adaptability were striking, but Ash attributed them to her natural disposition rather than any external reason. Yet at the very same time; not. 

The angel sat beside her as she skimmed the daily paper, her fingers idly tracing the edges of the pages. Her calm demeanour suggested she was settling in well, yet there was something about her knowledge of the city that seemed almost intuitive. She answered his occasional questions—some probing, some mundane—with precision, as though she'd always been a part of these surroundings.

They sat quietly on the patio, the morning sun warming the garden before them. Ash had developed a habit of questioning her, not merely to ensure she absorbed the necessary information but also to better understand her. Her poise intrigued him, as did her quick wit and the occasional flicker of something deeper in her eyes.

She was unlike any he had encountered, though he could not explain why. She carried herself with a practised ease that spoke of experience, yet she betrayed no details of her past. Ash could sense she didn't entirely belong—not in the conventional sense. But why fate had chosen her for this role was beyond him, and he refrained from speculating. His place was to observe, to ensure the pieces of the puzzle fit as intended.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder. She was no ordinary woman; that much was clear. She possessed the keen awareness of someone who had lived through trials, yet there was no bitterness in her, no burden she openly carried. She fit into her surroundings with uncanny ease, as if fate had shaped her precisely for this time and place.

Even though, as much as he was aware of, she was a simple girl from the countryside sent here for him to guide. However, it appears as if she doesn't recall much, unable to answer any of his inquiries about her home village, only looking at him with confused glances.

But he would continue to watch and guide her, trusting that her role in this intricate tapestry would become clear in time. For now, he found himself quietly reassured by how swiftly she adapted, shedding the hesitations of her first days here. It was a relief to see her return to herself, even if the nature of that self remained a mystery.

"Jeez, where did they put the tea leaves in this house?"

"I can't find them either..."

"Madam Red!? Lau!? why are you here..."

England's summers are very hot. It's the hottest from May to August. People call it "The Season.". Aristocrats from all over the world are invited to London for many social events. At the townhouse, Angelina Durless, her butler, and Lau, the manager of the English branch of the Chinese foreign trade were busying themselves trying to find the tea leaves in a townhouse that were in no way theirs.
"Since my cute little nephew is in London, How could I not come to visit you while I'm here?" Madam Red smiled at her nephew, the earl phantomhive, who stood in the doorway with his butler, Sebastian, beside him.

"We had no idea guests were coming, I apologise for not accommodating you earlier. I'll go prepare tea for you immediately." The butler in black puts a hand over his chest, bowing slightly as he goes over to prepare the tea.