"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲."
The life of the youngest Phantomhive as he and his elder brother find out a secret that's been kept from them.
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"Feh, and all the glory of catching Jack the ripper was stolen by those brats!!" Randall cursed as you two walked up to him. "Sorry to be such brats." You apologized as the two looked at you two surprised.
"Earls of Phantomhive! How the hell did you get in here?!" Detective Abberline shouted as Randall motioned him to hush. "Lord Phantomhive,... Why are you two here?" He asked more calmly as Ciel huffed out a small laugh.
"Isn't it obvious? We're here to clean up the mess of an old pathetic hunting dog." He insulted as you suddenly had the papers from Abberline's hands in yours as you two looked over them while the men looked at you confused.
"A crime only targeted at people who have returned from India. It's a relief the victims are just unconscious." You read out loud as Randall yelled at you. "Don't just-!!"
"If it was just a highway man I wouldn't be having my brother get involved. However, we won't sit by and watch the royal family be insulted." Your brother told the man as he held up a letter with the royal crest on the wax.
"The criminals are described as 'chosen children of sloth and depravity' which is quite accurate. I agree that England would be better off without India's wealthy upstarts." You stated as Randall frowned.
"They are cowards who are too busy with extravagance and indulged in worthless past times. Most of them are upper class people in this so called great Britain." Ciel huffed at his response and pointed at a marking at the bottom of the messages from the hanged men.
"Anyways... What's this mark?" "HE'S MAKING A FOOL OF US BRITISH AND THE QUEEN!... WHAT AN IDIOT!! TARGETING ONLY THOSE WHO RETURN FROM INDIA MEANS THAT THE CRIMINAL CAN'T BE ANYONE OTHER THAN A VULGAR INDIAN BARBARIAN!!" "Commissioner Randall please calm down..."
"So that's the reason you called out here for? A majority of smuggling Indians have a stronghold in the east end. It's hard to identify the route and exact number of smugglers right? I guess we'll have to make our own move. Good day, sir Randall. Come along." You ordered as you walked off with Ciel in hand.
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"Young master. We have arrived." Sebastian announced as you three stood on front of a staircase. "This is the place right?" Ciel asked "yep." You three started descending until you saw doors.
Sebastian opened them for you and a familiar smell had hit you, causing you to scoff. "Why am I always hoping it'll smell different every time?"
"So you finally found this place... Earls. It feels kinda weird for you to see me this way... however... i knew the day would come." A young man's voice said.
"Welcome Earl! Long time no see!" Lau greeted while multiple women sat around smiling. "And what kind of day is this??" Ciel asked in an irritated tone.
"How have you been? Ah! Wasn't it your birthday recently? Congrats!" Lau congratulated Ciel who scoffed. "I don't really care about such things." Ciel said and his cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment.
