The sleeping ash. Black Butler various x reader

In the morning: The Butler, Freeloading

*3rd pov*

At the Phantomhive manor the servants are playing in the snow. "YAAAY, SNOOOW!" Finny shouted running with Pluto flowing him. "Adding stones'll make 'em just that much deadlier!" Bard was making snowballs and added stones in them.

[Winter— in Great Britain, it is an ashen season covered by thick, heavy clouds. With the Jack The Ripper case resolved, the hum of daily life returned to London. That peace, however, proved but a brief respite—]

A crowd has gathered in one place to see a bunch of men hanging upside down with their undergarments and notes attached to them as the Scotland Yard tries to push the crowd away from the crime scene.

[There occurred a curious incident in which Anglo-Indians frequenting the Hindustani coffeehouse near portman square were attacked, stripped, and hung upside down from the roof. Afterward, in a rash of similar incidents, aristocrats and military personnel who had returned from India were likewise assaulted all over London. The same notice was affixed to all of the victims—]

"Watch this wild, pathetic child of sloth and depravity. England is the motherland of the Devil, who robs off everything and forces its worthless; rotten, and ignorant culture on you instead! To all the idiots of the bitch-ruled land, you are the ones who deserve the vengeance of Heaven!" [—so it said.]

Commissioner, Scotland Yard Lord Randall crunch the note in anger, "another incident! This is the twentieth one!! Haven't you been able to arrest the perpetrators yet, Abberline!!?" He shouted at Chief Inspector, Scotland Yard Fred Abberline. "Sorry, sir!!" He apologized. "We let Jack The Ripper slip through our fingers, and that bloody brat snatched away our glory..." Lord Randall exclaimed. "Ohh, do forgive me for being a brat." Ciel approach them. "Earl Phantomhive!"

"You, boy! How did you get in here!? Abberline questions, not knowing who Ciel is as Lord Randall extends his arm by Abberline. "Earl Phantomhive... why are you here!?" Lord Randall asks as Abberline is confused. "I should think that would be obvious. I've come to clean up after the bumbling hounds." Ciel took the clipboard from Abberline, "I see. Only Anglo-Indians have been targeted in this case. And there don't appear to be any casualties as of yet."

"! Who gave you the right to--" Lord Randall couldn't finish since Ciel pulled out the letter from Her Majesty. "I would not be here if mere bandits were to blame, but... I cannot rightly sit by as the Royal Family continues to be insulted." Ciel smirks as this makes Lord Randall to shut up. "I say, 'child of sloth and depravity' is a wonderfully accurate expression on the part of our culprit. I'd have to agree that this country would be marginally better off without the Indians Nabobs." Ciel declared. (Ciel is about to get canceled.)

[The British Indian Empire. At the time, masses of Englishmen lived in the British Colony of India. The third and fourth sons of well-to-do families, who could not live in luxury in their homeland... were able to live the elegant 'noblemen' in India. Those who returned from India were called 'Anglo-Indians,' and... the many who were unable to shed their lifestyles of extravagance and idleness even after their return were known as 'Indian Nabobs.']

"Even if they wallowed in base amusement while in India and are cowards who single-mindedly squandered their fortunes, many of them are members of the British Gentry. We must protect them!" Lord Randall explains. "Gentry, hm...? Worthless. In any case... what of this mark...?" Ciel stuck out his tongue along with (Y/n) doing the same thing on top of Sebastian's head.

"They're making a mockery of we British and Her Majesty the Queen! How dare they cock about like this...!! The victims are all returnees from India. That means the perpetrator must be a vile Indian. Those bloody savages!!" Lord Randall assumes, angrily. "Ohhh? So that's why I was summoned here. Most of the Indians who've stolen their way into Great Britain are holed up in the East End. The city police seem to have trouble dealing with the underworld there. So learning the exact number of stowaways or by what routes they make it here is rather problematic, hm? Well, if you don't mind, I'll be going about my business. I'd like to return to the manor as soon as possible, you see. Sebastian, you've memorized the papers?" Ciel asks. "Yes, sir."