The world of Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji

The Prince and his Butler

The next morning, a telephone call from one of the people working under the Queen arrived at the townhouse. He informed us about the serial attack of Englishmen. They have been knocked out, hung upside down, and have a note stuck onto each of them. The note said: 'This fellow is the child of craziness and laziness. England is the blasphemous country that has taken all, and forced on us, in arrogant way, its rotten culture. Retribution should befall the fools pf the country that hellcat rules.' At the bottom of all those notes a symbol that looked like a sticking out tongue was drawn. And that Queen Victoria wishes for Ciel to investigate.

"We should head to London at once to dispose of Her Majesty's worry." Ciel said.

"Of course, my lord. I will prepare that carriage for London." Sebastian said.

Ciel tuned to me, "It is up to you if you want to come with us or not."

"I'll come. I am about to join you guys in, as you said, 'disposing of Her Majesty's worries', anyway. So I might as well start now." I replied.

Ciel nodded and headed off to the carriage. I followed him to the front door where Sebastian was standing in front of a black carriage. We both got in and we headed off to London.

After a while, we arrived at the scene of incident, where a crowd was already surrounding it. We got off the carriage and walked around to the front of the crowd where Abberline and Arthur Randall stood. Randall were clenching his fist, almost ripping the paper in his hand.

Ciel took a peak at the document Abberline was holding, "So all the victims had just came home from India, then?"

"Ciel!?"Abberline jumped slightly not realizing when Ciel got there.

"No one seemed to have died yet." Ciel then walked to where Arthur Randal was and snatched the paper out of his hand. "'The child of craziness and laziness'... He does have a way with words. I agree that our country would be rather improved if all these nouveaux riches fresh back from India disappeared. Still this mark..." He paused studying the mark of the tongue.

Arthur Randall snatched the paper back out of Ciel's hand, "He is mocking the Queen and all Englishmen! He must be Indian!"

"Ah, so that's why I was called in?" Ciel said. Abberline and Randall looked confused at his words. He continued, "Most of the Indians who have come here illegally hole up in the criminal neighborhoods of the East End. The Yard still haven't learned their exact number or their route, has it?"

Randall scolded at his comment.

"I can't allow Her Majesty to continue suffering such indignity. Let's go." Ciel said as he walked away. We  took the carriage and as we got to the East End of London, the appearance and atmosphere of the place change obviously. The buildings were more run down and the people looked more shabby.

"I believe the Indian use this area as their base." Sebastian said to us two as he helped me and Ciel off the carriage.

"Yes." Ciel simply said. As we walked further, I spotted a group of Indians in filthy and ripped clothing luring around a bit in front of us. I slowed down and lingered behind a bit because I knew what was going to happen.

One of the Indians purposefully walked into Ciel, "That hurt! That hurt! I've cracked a rib! I am done for! I might die!" He hugged onto himself as he pretended to be in great pain.

Another one of the Indian immediately came over and said, "That's awful! He needs to compensate you for that!"

The Indian that 'had a broken rib' smirked, "Leave us everything you have."

Sebastian surveyed our surroundings and cracked his knuckles, "We've been caught by very cliched thugs. What shall we do, young master?"

Ciel sighed, "Hurry up and get rid of them."