(Y/N) Beckford is Cardia and Finis's older sister. She doesn't possess the poison like Cardia, but she has an even bigger power that many are not aware of. What exactly is that power? What will this loving sister think when she is the center of man...
With the incident of the Phantom Thief auction behind them, business ran as usual in London. Well, almost as usual for everyone. It was only a few days before the young head of Twilight would make his way over to do his inspection on the war plant, and Victoria had called in some reinforcements to assist him. Sitting atop her throne with Leonhardt by her side, she began to speak to the person she had called there that day.
"Thank you again for coming. When one of my subjects does me a favor, I'm not likely to forget it. Herlock Sholmès."
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Herlock Sholmès, one of England's leading detectives, kneeled in front of the queen's throne, his purple hair falling over his shoulders.
"I live to serve Her Majesty, the queen," he saluted in respect to England's leader.
Victoria kept the back of her hand to her chin, but kept a satisfied smile on her face, her yellow nails shining in the light.
"You're not only clever, Mr. Sholmès, but highly skilled as well. If I may, I find it criminal that you have not been knighted yet," she praised.
The queen knew very well of the detective's skills, which made him the perfect person for her to ask. Sholmès remained in his kneeling position, and kept a smirk on his face.
"I am unworthy of such an honor, Your Grace," he answered back.
Victoria narrowed her eyes slightly, ready to get down to business.
"How shrewd. You should know I've chosen you for this mission precisely because you have no royal ties to speak of. I would like you to accompany a friend of the crown on an inspection as his private escort," the woman had ordered the detective.
His suspicions had been right about the queen's request for him to come. Now, came his part.
"Not just any friend. He's the leader of the British Intelligence Organization, Twilight. The man they call Finis. According to my sources, his inspection of the war plant was hastily decided a few days ago. Given that you chose me, a man with no royal ties, as you said, I gather the escort task is merely a cover up that you wish for me to observe," the detective concluded.
The queen had to admit, she was impressed by Sholmes's skills of gaining information, and analyzing situations.
"Quite clever indeed," she commented.
With that, Sholmès stood up from his bow, placing his top hat upon his lavender locks. He looked to the queen with a small smile on his face. Oh, how fun this would be.
"I will gladly accept your request, My Queen. As it so happens, there's something in this that concerns me as well."
Both Victoria and Leonhardt perked up once he mentioned that. It was quite true that the detective was agreeing to this task mainly to get to a certain thief that he had been tracking for quite some time. This, however, made the young queen of London even more curious.