Over the next few days, the demonic duo carried out interviews of H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. soldiers who occupy the special zone in order to formulate a course of action to take in regards of reformation. Some were very helpful, describing details as to how they enforce the "law" of the area, and what the people are like, while others dodged questions and gave out minimal information. Thus, one of the first things Ciel wrote down after interviews concluded was to reform the "police department" of the Glen, as it was more than clear that there was a bit of corruption. Ciel had been alive more than long enough to be able to know that when you give guns to people who do not view the people they are supposed to be protecting as "people", there are bound to be ugly problems.

From what they gathered thus far, the Glen was also short on money. The Queen's currency was hard to come by in the Glen, and the community often had to work together in order to pool the resources that they managed to scrounge together by scraping the bottom of the barrel. They either needed money to be circulated throughout the area by H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; or to create their own to be legal tender within the confines of the Glen.

The problem with that was the fact that, once again, supplies were hard to come by. Thus, many Glen-dwellers ventured out into the city to find jobs, if they were human-passing. Some blended in naturally, while others used potions bought from the shop, however, the latter option was often difficult, as they only lasted for a few days, and one needed to buy more.

Unless there was some sort of exchange rate, the special zone would not be able to keep afloat even with this. Just like entering a new country, one would have to exchange pounds for whatever currency is accepted upon entry to the special one. H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. operatives would have to abide by this rule as well.

Similarly, H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. operatives need restrictions. In regards to the reform directed toward the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. unit occupying the special zone, operatives should have more structure and procedure. Obviously, the "shoot on sight" rule is not working. There needs to be a process that determines the punishment of an alleged "criminal". In fact, this should not operate like a game of "humans versus supernaturals". Supernaturals need to have a say in things.

The proposition for a new division of the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization is on the table as a result. The "Supernatural Relations" department. No longer, will policing be left to soldiers who are trained to shoot supernaturals on sight. It will be left to a division who will be geared toward maintaining this new system and aiding the citizens of the special zone, all while keeping in close contact with representatives from the community. In fact, there should be supernatural beings on the taskforce, and in the new "police" department in order to maintain a balance of power within the borders of the area.

This will in turn create a demand for jobs within the Glen, and money will circulate. There is a demand already, however, citizens lack the means necessary to create them themselves. There is a demand for grocers, carpenters, plumbers, electricians, and the like, however, potential candidates lack the tools and training required for those positions. With this, the potential for achieving the desired effects of lowering crime rates will skyrocket as residents will not have to resort to theft and the murder of humans in order to get by.

"What it sounds like, Mister Phantomhive, is that you intend to make a sovereign nation out of the supernatural zone." Said Sir Greendown as the bluenette wrapped up his presentation. Ciel stood before the council with a power point presentation while the Round Table members each had documents dictating the specifics of the plan inside.

"Is that not what you wanted?" the bluenette questioned. "I was asked to draw up a plan to create a sustainable economy for the supernatural zone, and I did. Because they are incapable of assimilating into the general public, they must have their own means for survival. Thus, I worked around that detail the best I could."

"This is a massive project." Stated Sir Walsh, who was for once feeling skeptical. "Is the payoff really worth it?"

"That's for you to decide." Ciel answered. "As I said, I was only asked to make a plan and nothing more."

Taking a deep breath, Sir Hellsing rubbed her temples before looking up at the bluenette. "What benefits do you foresee if we do successfully pull off this plan?"

"Lower supernatural-on-supernatural crime, lower supernatural-on-human crime, easier to govern supernaturals, and in the long term, money saved." The watchdog informed, piquing the interest of the council. "The supernatural zone will be closer to becoming self-sustaining. That is money that doesn't get poured into keeping it barely above water."

"And what is the speculated cost of all of this in the short term?" asked Sir Midford. "Just an estimate."

"An estimate?" echoed the bluenette. "We're—roughly speaking-, looking at costs around ten million pounds."

"Ten million?"

"Could be more." Ciel said. "This isn't even factoring in how to win over the acceptance of the community. The supernaturals in that area have their own culture and system of beliefs. If we want to put this plan into action, we must first make a plan as to how you are going to gain their cooperation. As of now, that is perhaps the most difficult task on your hands."

"Why's that?" asked Kirkland.

"They're terrified of you. You want cooperation, not compliance." The Phantomhive stated.

"I assumed that you are prepared to come up with a plan for that as well?" questioned Sir Hellsing, raising a brow.

"If the council wishes it." The demon answered, shutting off the powerpoint. "Though, I'm not too good with people. I may need advice here and there. That shouldn't be a problem, however."

"Agent Macken?"

"Agent Macken." He answered. "I also assume that I can call upon both Elizabeth and your expertise in leadership, can I not?"

"You may." Integra replied. "If that's all you have to say, then this meeting is adjourned. Everyone please read over the files in front of you extensively until the next one."

The lights came on, causing suited men and women to stand up and gather their belongings before shuffling toward the door. Sir Integra was the only person that stayed seated as Ciel took the memory stick with his presentation on it out of the computer and gathered his notes. There was one other person, however, who remained behind. Chuckling, Sir Midford came up behind the watchdog and pat him on the back.

"That was a fine presentation, Ciel." He praised. "Are really just doing this because we asked you to?"

"Yes, but while talking to Jim about it, he got very interested and involved." The bluenette answered, straightening his back as he placed his items in his suitcase. "It seems to have hit a bit close to home for him."

"I can see that. He's a good lad." The golden-haired gentleman said, putting on his coat. His eyes then fell on the Phantomhive, examining him more carefully.

"That's an awfully nice suit you have on, there." He observed, noticing the difference, having worn enough suits himself. "Surely you didn't get all dressed up for us, now, did you?"

"O-oh, uh, it's Valentine's day." Ciel bashfully answered, a small blush dusting his cheeks. A hearty chuckle bubbled up from the other man's chest as Sir Midford pat his demonic relative on the shoulder.

"Got a date, huh?" he asked. "Ah, well, sorry to keep you. Good luck, Ciely." The man added with a wink, clicking his tongue and giving the bluenette a "thumbs up". It was then that Sir Midford finally decided to wander off as well, bidding his goodbyes to Sir Hellsing before he walked out the door. Meanwhile, the woman in question continued to read through the files, taping her fingers on the table as she reviewed the contents.

"Integra." Ciel nodded do her as he was about to leave as well. Integra only offered a small sound of acknowledgement without allowing her eye to stray from the paper even once. She seemed awfully troubled by this project, but then again, it was sort of on her head. While Ciel knew that he couldn't get any details from the woman herself, he could always ask her grandmother if she knew anything.

For now, however, he had other things to worry about. Quickly, he made his eay out of the building and stepped out into the cold February air. His eye scanned around for the Phantomhive family Mercedes Benz before making his way over to it, making sure to step lightly. The passenger side door was unlocked, so he simply swung open the door, tossed his suitcase in the backseat, and climbed inside the vehicle before closing the door behind him. Leaning over, he kissed the waiting driver before reaching to buckle his seatbelt.

"Sorry, I didn't think it would take that long." The bluenette said apologetically.

"It's alright." The blonde answered with a grin. "I had to turn on the car halfway through, though. It's so cold…"

"We'll be some place warm soon." Ciel stated.

"Oh yeah? Where's that?"

"You'll see. Just get on the road first."