Black Butler X (Malleus) Reader

Chapter 28

A bit of a mix of ch.35 and 36. Also, yes your welcome for keeping Joker alive.
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-3rd POV-

"Judgement complete." William said, finishing getting the memories of the deceased, "Good heavens. Whatever could the personnel division be thinking, I wonder. Though I told them that there was no way I could handle this mess alone...They now..." He turned his head, "...send you of all people as my reinforcement."

"Ohhhh? I knew it! You're sore about this after all!"

"Ronald Knox."

Ronald was a young man with short blond hair and the underside of his hair dyed black, as well as a cowlick at the right side of his hair. He also had the striking green eyes that grim reapers have. He wore thick-framed, pentagon glasses and a watch on his right wrist. He wore the typical grim reaper outfit, black suit, tie and gloves, dress shoes.

"I did do my best to get here in a jiff." Ronald checked his watch, "Or might it be that..." He jumped down, "...you're disappointed you got stuck with me?"

"No." The black haired male said, "That fellow's suspension is slated to end today, so I had a dire foreboding, but...my being mistaken is nothing short of godsend."

"Oh, right. If it's Mr. Sutcliff you mean, he went off on another assignment looking abnormally happy." He tapped his chin, "Had to do with something...darling...?" He muttered, "Umm, where was it again?"

"The Phantomhive manor?"

He pointed at him, "Yes, yes, that's the place!" He looked through his book, "Sure looks like things would've been easier theeere!"

"That is unfortunate...for both you and him."

"I say!"

"Because you bring emotions into your work, you expend more time and effort." He opened his binder, "The duty of we grim reapers is to judge and retrieve souls in accordance with the list that is distributed to us from the higher-ups. That is all. Furthermore, even the judgement itself is a formality—The target can be removed from the list only when they are judged to have been one "who had the potential to be beneficial for this world.""

"But the number of humans who have that sort of value is few to none. Therefore we grim reapers merely work to confirm that rare possibility is not the case each time. We do this indifferently...level-headedly..."

The blond stretched, obviously bored of the male's lecture, "Then what do you say we hurry up and get those confirmations out of the way quick?! I'm going on a group date with the administrative division, you see. Besides, I've always been...part of the anti-overtime school to begin with."

William twitched, a tick mark on his forehead, "The cause of death among the majority of those scheduled for judgement is death by fire, but the one behind said blaze was a devil."

"Geh! Are you for real?!"

"He doesn't seem to be the type to scavenge for a meal, but we must be on our guard. If he steals the souls, we will be forced to write a letter of apology."

"Right-o! I'm raring to go!" He leaned on his death scythe, which looked like a lawnmower, "Being strictly against overtime on principle and all."

"Ronald Knox. What is with that death scythe you have there...?"

"I've obtained permission for it, as I'm on good terms with the girls in the administrative division." He hummed, looking away.

"Hmph..." He let out a breath, before extending his death scythe and both jumped from the burning roof, "Then let's hurry and retrieve the souls so we can clock out on time."