Black Butler X (Malleus) Reader

Chapter 39

-3rd POV-

The ship crashed into the iceberg, the debris of it hitting and falling, hitting the propeller and smashing it.

From the inside, the crates rattled and the side dented, before bursting open, letting the water rush in.

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"The jet-black seas sprinkled with twinkling stars..." Grelle ran up with her chainsaw, "...are being dyed in shades of my beloved rosy red!" She spun, slicing the undead, "This setting! It just begs for me to play the heroine! Tonight promises to be a fabulous evening!"

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"Wh—What's going on?!" Francis said, as they felt the boat shake.

The Campania
Elevator Hall

"What was that quaking just now?!"

"...It cannot be!" Sebastian said, as he ran off with the rest following to see the commotion.

The Campania
First-Class Deck

Edward looked over the deck, seeing debris of the iceberg and the damaged railing of the ship. He then looked at the iceberg that was now a bit away, "Don't tell me we just ran afoul of that?!"

The butler turned and ran.

"Hey, butler?!" He called out, noting the male running off.

He ran until he got to where the control of the ship was.

The Campania
Wheelhouse

"To prevent the ship from taking on water..." Sebastian looked around, "Ah, yes, water-tight doors...Here we are." He turned the small lever, which lit up all the lights except three of them, "There. Now we should be able to avoid taking on too much water for a while. Still, I never imagined the crew would all be dead..."

"Tonight promises to be a ghastly evening." He said, as an undead swayed and came up to him. He turned and kicked it, making it fly out the window.

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Ronald noted the body flying into the water, "Nn?"

"No averting your eyes now! Come on...You need to feel it too!" Grelle said with a small blush on her face, "This briny ocean air! I feel like I'm being caressed aaaaall over! ☆" She said, arms out to the sides while the blond held her waist from behind.

"Uh...mister Sutcliff, sir..."

"A sky full of stars! A luxury liner! There could never be a more perfect stage for a great dive to spread her wings onnn!"

"Is this some new method of hazing an underling...?"

Her emersion was ruined, "How rude! Ugh, really! What, you think I wanted you for this part?! I was hoping for a hunk or a beautiful princess, not a brat like you!"

"By "hunk or beautiful princess," you mean..." He trailed off, thinking of Sebastian and (Y/n). He then turned his head, 'Having him loaf on the job would be bad, so better to keep my mouth shut.' He thought.

"Hrmm?" Grelle looked back.

"No, never mind."

"Ugggh...This is so not doing it for me with you as my partner! Stop, stop, that's enough!" She sighed, as she got out his grip.

"Uuuwah!" He then pulled his notebook, "Anyway, we totally don't have the time for this kinda thing. Haah." He flipped through the pages, "Tim Loomis. Bron October 8th, 1868. Died April 20th, 1889 due to heart failure. Alan Foster. Born September 21st, 1817. Died April 20th, 1889 due to heart failure."