Sarabi and Masayoshi Jibade were the notorious slum lord thugs of England. After their capture, they were sentenced to death by the order of the court. They escaped England's punishment by taking their own lives. Now in the care of The Undertaker, t...
I sighed thinking to myself as I watched the horse gallop along the long stretch of road. As always, the skies of England were as gloomy as ever and it always took a toll on my spirit. Our first assignment without Undertaker mentoring us and I'm already weary of this job. 'How many people will I have to kill until I find the right one? There's no telling how long we'll have to do this for..' It wasn't until we came upon a luxurious mansion did I snap back into reality. I observed the estate stealthily as we rode by towards the giant gate.
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"Whoa boy... Are you sure this is the place Masayoshi?" I asked cautiously as the horse stopped the carriage when we approached the gates of the extravagant manor. "I'll admit reading was never my subject, but if I'm looking at the name of the estate correctly it does say Trancy at the top of the gate love." I rolled my eyes as she giggled lightly. I flicked the harness on the horse and it trotted past the open gate.
"Now remember Sarabi, you're suppose to be joyful, charming, and a sweet talker. Otherwise the plan might be a disaster!" I groaned listening to my little sister as I tied the horse and the carriage down. "I know dear, I know. Tonight, I am nothing more than cheap eye candy for the drunken masses.." I crossed my arms and leaned against the carriage filled with the most prestige wines offered around Europe.
Masayoshi giggled lightly leaning up against the cart herself trying to talk me up for our mission. I smiled softly listening to her enthusiasm as she tried to boost my attitude. After a little mental preparation, we walked towards the giant doors and knocked. Not a moment sooner did a butler answer the door. As pleasantly as I could, I smiled softly and curtsied while I introduced us. "Good afternoon sir, allow me to introduce ourselves; I am Willow Blakeley and this is my sister Lily Blakeley. We were hired as helping hands to serve wine and entertain the party guest with a few arrangements of music!" The man cocked a brow suspiciously scanning us and our cart of goodies. He crossed his arms and pushed his glasses closer to his face sighing.
"And who was it that summoned you? This is a private affair party, commoners such as yourselves shouldn't even know about it, let alone at my young master's doorstep." Masayoshi wrapped her arm around my shoulders feeling that I'd might react the wrong way. She leaned on me a little as she played her part.
"Dear sir, we were called upon none other than the great Viscount Druitt himself! He called our business asking for our services, and who were we to tell him no? I know we may not look like much to you but please, just like Master Druitt, give us a chance and we promise to make this the party of the century!" I nodded in agreement watching the butler roll his eyes uninterested. He opened the door to us and directed us to the living area. "Please have a seat while I fetch my young lord and Master Druitt for you.. please refrain from touching anything while I'm gone." He quickly disappeared down the hall giving Masayoshi the chance to punch my arm.
"Ow! Ya brat! What was that for?!"
"Lily? Was that really the best you could come up with?! Honestly!" I crossed my arms annoyed as she glared angrily. "Get over yourself, it's just a stupid name! Besides, I think we have a bigger problem on our hands.." She followed my eyes as I stared down the same hallway the man walked down. She nodded as she placed a hand against her cheek biting her bottom lip.
