"Kira, you got a letter."
"Thanks!" Omen exclaimed as she received the letter.
She had disguised herself behind the name 'Kira Monrey' and hid her striking blue hair with black so as not to attract attention. However, she kept her orange eyes which humans had passed it off with the excuse 'eyes that are of the lightest brown'.
Humans, she thought, they always overlook the abnormalities until it was too late.
She gave one look at the embossed seal; a hardened green blob of wax with a symbol of a leaf imprinted on it. She tore the seal off while rushing up the stairs in excitement.
Dear Omen,
I hate to say this but your usage of magic was totally unnecessary.
Omen rolled her eyes.
"Wow, first letter in a few days and you didn't ask how I am doing. I'm so touched."
The letter trembled before more words appeared:
Well, you are fine now, aren't you? Anyway, stop playing assassin, we all know that you aren't even good enough to be one.
"I am good enough to be one if not I will not be in the headquarters. Anyway Mike, you dump me in this place without warning me the landing place and boom. Look where we are." She retorted back, feeling a bit hurt by Mike's words.
Way to go with coming up that excuse.
I tried to warn you, but you hit that button before I could adjust the location and got yourself right at the assassin's doorsteps. Ain't my fault in there.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's all my fault, that's right. Oh, how's the rest of the Guardians? Have they woken up yet?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously.
No.
Omen sighed. This was nothing new but there was always that lingering hope in there.
But their recovery is going very well. So I'm sure by the time you come back, they will be up and about and throwing you a 'welcome back' party.
Omen breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that the remaining Guardians would not make it with the extent of their injuries. She had feared that they would join the rest, who were instantly killed by Astorath in the Library, adding on to the devastating high death count. Not that she needed to be reminded that she was one of the few Guardians left, still active on duty.
She shuddered as she recalled the smell of death in there. A sharp pain shot through her heart at the memory.
I know very well what you are thinking.
Our friends' deaths will not go in vain.
We will find our allies and build up our power. Then we will defeat Dark Shadow and stop his plan from destroying everything, including Imagination.
Anyway, when's the ball?
"Quite soon. Although you think illusion magic is unnecessary, it is enough to rile up Ciel and alert Sebastian that we are here. By the way, what are we looking for again?"
Did you just forget?
Omen could imagine Mike giving her a look of disapproval. She couldn't help but give a sheepish smile while scratching her head in embarrassment.
Sigh.....
What we are looking for is the source of problem which the Library alarm pointed out.
Hopefully, the problem isn't caused by the Shadows. We don't have enough manpower to fight against them if it was an entire army.
And while we are at it, we might as well get Sebastian and Ciel Phantomhive to our side. They have the most power in their World, especially Sebastian.
There was a pause.
You do know that the limit in this world is time right? How long can you stay there?
Omen nearly forgot about that.
When Guardians enter the World inside a book, the Library provide them missions or limits so as to control their too powerful magic. The Creator, Ravenna Stone was the one who set this function for reasons unknown to many. In many Guardians' unanimous opinion, it was just to spice up their adventure.
In Black Butler, for Omen, it's time.
"If I'm not wrong, it's 6 months. Enough time to finish up everything."
Not quite sure about that but something might come up and delay your plans. Be careful out there. I am unable to send help with the lack of technologies here.
Well, I think that's it for now. Good luck on your Mission.
Until the next letter,
Mike
Ps: Burn off the letter. It is not supposed to be in this world.
Omen smirked and tossed the letter to the fireplace, coaxing the fire to burn the letter thoroughly.
"Well, at least I sharpened up my sword skills and got a lovely spot in the headquarters. While Mike will be grumbling about the remnants of the Library and trying to clear up the mess."
She threw herself onto her bed. She chuckled at how Mike would be annoyed about his predicament; at how he had to singlehandedly oversee the whole operation while caring for the surviving Guardians. Of course, it was a bit of an exaggeration because he had his robots to help him. So there was nothing to worry about.
Swinging her legs to and fro, she continued on. "I gave you enough clues, Lord Phantomhive. So hurry up and solve this case."
As if to answer her, an abnormally large bird flew off her window ledge. Omen tittered at the reaction.
It was a red eyed crow.
~~~~~
"Did you find who we are looking for, Sebastian?" The little Earl of the Phantomhive, Ciel Phantomhive, pointedly gazed at him.
"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian gave a smirk before passing a small pile of papers to him. He ruffled through the papers before stopping at one of them.
"Ah, that's the King of Assassins, Aron La Will."
Ciel raised an eyebrow. "The King of Assassins?"
"The focus isn't there, young master but on the people he had trained."
Ciel shuffled around the papers and quickly skimmed across them until he reached a certain paper.
It was a black haired woman with brown eyes that looked unusually light. It was as though someone had bleached her eyes or replace the iris in her eyes with a sun. Either of that options just raised alarm bells within the young Earl's mind who was familiar with the unusual.
After all, his butler was no human. He was a crow demon.
"That's interesting. Her past is unknown and people has only seen her a few weeks ago... She could be the one to explain the phenomena."
He stood up and turned to face the window, observing the servants doing their work who were panicking at their mess. Closing his eyes for a moment, he continued.
"Sebastien, prepare the ball and invite everyone including the suspects you have collected, I want the ball to be held by the end of this week. I trust you know what to do."
The said butler bowed low as his eyes flashed fuchsia. He gave a devilish smile at the seemingly impossible task.
Impossible for a human, but not impossible for a demon butler.
"Of course, the servants of the Phantomhive household will give the guests a warm welcome."