Should I tell the boy why I'm being talked at?
He looked so determined to take a beating- no, give one to them. But it's fine, I told him- I'll tough it out.
Like I'll always do.
Smiling, I took his hand. "It'll be fine on my end," I said. "What they say and what they think...it is their own personal thoughts. We shouldn't burst their bubble."
"But Sir Rosé," he started. I poured him a cup of tea, listening as he speaks. "They're talking such bad things about you- and I can't help but to burst in anger."
"It's normal for a lord to remain calm even in the heat of the people's words," I nod, smiling. "But even so, even the servant or a friend shouldn't lose their cool. It will only spark more and more unsatisfying air around the lord and the people." And he pouted. I looked outside the window; the scenery of 1880's London graced my artificial sight. From the grey skies to the buildings, to even the people walking; all haughty and unclear.
We had did our jump; using only a mirror situated in an abandoned chapel. Using a Magic that belonged to one of Mother's spellbooks, I allowed myself to face the pain when we entered the chapel, ignoring the growing pains and burns until we arrived at the Roselle Manor, a manor said to have been owned by Mother's great-great-great grandparents and their family.
Of course, as I looked to the side; the number of dead bodies and the stench of blood is apparent, but the manor is still as pristine as it could be, without any scorched or even one burned surface. A sly smile carved upon my lips. What kind of fool would gamble their lives away to Mother's very own games? They are just as stupid and as ugly as a Fool's Gold, not that I would care.
I disguised myself as the heir of the family. Clad in a knee-length, Prussian Blue coat over my shoulders, black ruffle shirt, a violet waistcoat. Then waist-high shorts, black tights and heeled shoes. With me, a cane that conceals my wand and my signature fan clipped on my hips.
To them, I looked like the very Gamemaker- Mother- myself.
"I survived the Roselle Family Massacre since at the time of the murders, I was overseas with my friend here."
Yuuto did not dress disappointedly either. He was smartly dressed in a white shirt, dark grey suit and black dress shoes, with a pair of gloves to match. He dons it all handsomely with a golden pocket watch and another coat over his shoulders. I could have mistook him for an Octavinelle student if I'm not careful.
Currently; we are in one of the Roselle Family offices, wearing our on-time disguises. A little lord and his acquaintance, enjoying tea with our windows giving grace to the scenery.
It's almost repulsive how these people are.
"Remember why we're here, Yuuto-kun," I took a sip of the tea. "The Sleeping Beauty cases are at a high here since the discovery of medicines and poisons alike."
"They weren't recorded in history for obvious reasons. They're covering something up." Yuuto tapped his chin. "But if the Scotland Yard finds out.."
"The London Underground," I said. "They influence the flow of the country's income. From business to even opium dens, there are bound to be a noble that control a part. They have the ability to cover up everything if they used their power right," I hummed, smirking deviously (as stated by Yuuto-kun, who told me that I looked more like the Devil than a generous Fae prince). "Eventually- they must have the Scotland Yard on their payroll too, and soon, they'd rule over an entire army."
"So the presence of the Queen is a need to ensure them beneath the naked eye. The Queen is responsible in the cover up as well, but to an extent."
Yuuto nodded. He looked clueless then, he still now. Is he trying to understand what I'm saying, or otherwise? Did he drown it out?
"Are you.."
"Am I listening or not?" Yuuto grinned smugly. "Of course I do. I just need a second to let it sink in."
I'm sure he saw through my sigh of relief.
"Then we just need to find the London Underground?" Yuuto asked. I shook my head. "The Roselle Family is a part of the Underground. I'm sure you've noticed by now- they rule over the Royal Navy. Even with the Queen as the stand alone master, the Roselle Family puts in their family members in high and powerful positions, and exploited that power. The other thing they control is the productions of china and porcelains."
"Hence the company logos you see on their fine tea sets.." The boy drawled out. Oh dear. "Your Mother have some extensive family, Sir Rosé," he smiled. I gave an indifferent look in return. "It would have if they weren't so foolish and greedy, gambling their lives to my Mother's very own cunning and games. They got what they deserved in the end."
My Mother; whose stomach knows no bound, whose beauty unrivalled, whose magic and cunning caused others that defy her to suffer- whose skills in every aspect rivalled perfection itself.
She who died because of the Sleeping Beauty's very own curse of a case.
'In any way," I smiled to him. "I'm sure it won't be easy to solve, so we'll be here for a very long time." I placed the teacup- devoid of any tea (for it was my favourite, too. Courtesy to Yuuto-kun who remembered and ordered it!) on the table, before getting up. "It's high time we head to the Yard to investigate, yes, but we could also start by reviewing some case files located in this office."
I took out the wand from the cane, and with a flick; the files presented themselves and then arranged themselves on the office desk. There is a mountain of them at least, and I swore I heard a thump- maybe it was from Yuuto falling.
"This much?!"
"Well come on now, if this is my school you'd be facing a sinkhole made from the assignments! It's not that bad!"
"But Sir I'm already sleep-deprived enough!"
"Then it's a normal thing for you! Start reading!"
I handed him around ten or so- files- and he still won't take it. "I'm not a demon if you want this by sundown!" was what he said- and I grinned. His eye twitched.
"I'm still not reading those!"