The sleeping ash. Black Butler various x reader

At night: The Butler, Dispensable

*3rd pov*

['I can't really say why, but... ...I feel it's okay for us to trust that man. —Or something like that's what Finny was sayin', but...]

"Right, then! Shall we take a closer look at the corpses in the order they were murdered?"

[...This fella materialised outta thin air, and now he's pullin' this whole high-'n'-mighty act... Who is this clown?]

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"So it is to be Lord Siemens first, yes?" Jeremy asked. "I'm coming with yooou toooo!" Charles volunteers. "Meeeee toooo!" Alois joins while holding (Y/n). "This way." Ciel leads the way. "The corpses of Siemens, Phelps, and Sebastian have each been set out in the order of their deaths within the rooms on this side of the hall." Ciel explains. "Much obliged, my lord." They all head to the room where Lord Siemens is. 

"–Hmm. He has but one external injury, the wound to his chest. Stabbed once with a sharp blade, I would say." Jeremy takes out the pocket watch. "This man was none too pleasant when he was drunk was he?" Jeremy questions. "What makes you say that?" Charles Grey looks at Jeremy. "Oh, it was quite clear the minute I saw this. Here we have a very expensive looking pocket watch, but there are numerous scratches around the key wind. Only a terrible boor or a drunkard would do such a thing, don't you agree? And this pungent odor of alcohol is proof that he was drinking  spirits of considerable strength right up till the moment of his death. ...Oh?" Jeremy sniffs around. 'What in the Sherlock?' (Y/n) looks at Jeremy as she rests on Alois's head. "What is it?" Ciel asks him. "I detect an ever-so-slightly scent of the sea..."

"The sea?" Arthur is confused while Charles Grey stays quiet. "Ah, Professor, would you happen to carry a handkerchief?" Jeremy requests. "Ah! Yes. Here you are." Arthur hands the handkerchief to Jeremy, who put the handkerchief in Lord Siemens's mouth. "Hey, now just a–" Arthur shouts in shock. "...Hrm." Jeremy takes a whiff. "Thank you so very much." Jeremy hands the handkerchief back to Arthur. "Eh...!?" Arthur freaks out. "Now! Mister Phelps is next, I do believe?"

They all head to Mister Phelps's room. "The manner of his death alone differed from that of the other two. I think it likely that he was injected with a poison via the puncture wounds on his neck... At the time of his death, the only entrance to the room was locked, creating a perfect locked room scenario." Arthur explains as Jeremy examines the body. "I see... May I take a look at the room in which he met his end?" Jeremy asks him. "Aah, let me show you."

They walk up the stairs. "Vicar Jeremy's powers of observation are quite extraordinary, so he might notice something we missed in there." Arthur said. "The old man makes things more interesting." Alois smiles as he holds (Y/n). "You're enjoying this way too much, Trancy." Ciel said. "Hm? Huh? That old man isn't with us!" Charles Grey peers over the staircase. "Jeremy?" Ciel calls out. "You with us, old man?" Alois calls out. "Right behind you! I apologize for making you wait. Come, let's be off." Jeremy wipes his sweat with his handkerchief. "This is why I can't stand old men..." Charles Grey said. "Aren't you one?" Alois asked. "Wah!? No, I'm 24!" Charles Grey shouts. "Ah, it's just your white hair." Alois said. "My hair is natural!" Charles Grey shouts. "Er, so you had a handkerchief of your own all along..." Arthur said.

They all head to Ciel's room as Jeremy inspects the room. "Hmmm! It would appear there exist multiple villains in this case." Jeremy announces. "!!" The four look at Jeremy. "So that's how it is after all..." Ciel said. "Catching Lord Siemens's killer will be simple enough, but catching Mister Phelps's killer will be rather difficult work. And securing the latter ought to be our first priority to prevent any more loss of life. Anyhow, no persons will be able to set out manor in this storm." Jeremy said. "What are you talking about?" Arthur asks him. "There are two conditions which must be met in order for us to capture Phelps's killer. The first is to wait for nightfall. The second is... ...your cooperation, Earl Phantomhive." Jeremy tells him. "My cooperation?" Ciel questions. "Yes, yours. Let us discuss all the details this evening." Jeremy said. "So now it's the butler's turn, right? Let's go back." Charles Grey said. Ciel and Jeremy make eye contact.