A team was assembled and office space was acquired within H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. headquarters for the Supernatural Relations department. The crew had invited two leaders of the community who had worked with the organization in the past, Sister Dorothy and "Baby Face" Baldassare, to aid in the fabrication of a system in which supernaturals and H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agents were to communicate and negotiate terms. Ciel and Alois participated as well alongside Elizabeth and former Human Resources manager and new Supernatural Relations team member Roger Whinery. The group discussed the future of the Special Zone and its inhabitants, and how things were going to possibly function from now on.

The Supernatural ambassadors agreed that paying residents for their work toward the community would aid in their growth, but did not want H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. soldiers to maintain occupancy in the area. Instead, they proposed policing themselves, which, considering that one of the ambassadors was a high-profile coven leader, was met with some reluctance on the side of H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. That said, it was not off the table entirely. For now, both parties compromised, agreeing to touch on the subject when the Special Zone was in better condition.

Now, since the currently occupied homes of the Special Zone had been repaired, it was suggested that the uninhabited buildings be renovated into new homes, community centers, and possible places of business, which would be run entirely by locals. Thus, it was agreed that Dorothy and Baldassare would converse with their neighbours and decide what types of centers were needed, wanted, and where they should be located.

Once the meeting was adjourned, they returned to do just that. They organised many other meetings inside of the special zone, with both key members of the community, as well as the general populace over the course of several weeks. They decided which buildings should be homes, and which ones should not. Several residents wished to open up businesses and provide services for the community. One person wanted to be a barber, while another wanted to provide medical care. Another wanted space for craftsmen to work, which was welcomed immediately.

Some of the larger buildings were reserved for "city maintenance workers", who would be in charge of maintaining the condition of the Special Zone. This included those who would maintain the roads and sidewalks, clearing them when they got covered in ice and snow in the winter or filled with cracks and potholes. There would be those who maintained the plumbing and electrical systems, as well as those who would maintain the appearance of the area—gardeners and the like. In addition, there was an office made specifically for contact with Supernatural Relations at H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. headquarters, which both parties agreed should be manned by both residents and H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. staff—however, it should be noted that the locals should be permitted to hold the majority at this location. One building in particular, however, was reserved as a potential "police station", in case negotiations with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. fell in their favour.

As the month of April came to a close, more trucks were rolled in with more supplies. Residents signed up in order to receive pay for their work, and would receive six pounds per hour. It wasn't much, but the residents were happy with it for the time being. It was more than the majority of them were making at the time. The supernaturals worked for hours each day, renovating these horrendously disheveled buildings that were riddled with disrepair.

Both residents and H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. staff members worked on the project, much to the displeasure of both sides. Humans were not allowed to carry weapons and were frightened of being defenseless against these "monsters". Fortunately, many of the supernatural staff members of H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. were on the scene as well, acting as mediators. Even Charlotte donned shade gel and stayed up late to help, but her fellow vampire, Miss Seras Victoria, had to stay behind in order to guard Sir Hellsing at headquarters.

Still, it was hardly enough. Tensions were high. Some soldiers refused to share tools out of fear of losing their only "defense" against the supernaturals, thus hindering progress on various projects. Supernaturals were too afraid to ask them to give them back what they needed to work. Fortunately, those handfuls of operatives who were acting as mediators were doing their job the best they could.

"Quit being a baby and hand over the saw." Ordered Captain Harland, impatiently placing one hand on her hip while holding out the other. "You're getting in the way."

"You're just going to give it to them…" the soldier commandeering the tool spat.

"So what? That's our job. We're supposed to help them. Now hand it over. That's an order." The woman said again more forcefully. This prompted the other to surrender the tool, only for her to do exactly as they said, and hand it off to one of the supernaturals.

"Steady!" called a shout from another building. There, one of the support posts was being replaced, prompting Charlotte and Amelie to put in place the temporary ones so that the building didn't collapse.

"Just a little longer, girls! You're doing great! We just need to put in a few screws!" called the local as their fellow residents did just that. The weight that the women were carrying got lighter as the post was put in place, and hesitantly, they let go once the screws were set.

"Phew!" sighed Charlotte. "I was afraid it wouldn't work!"

"Yeah, that would've been real shit, wouldn't it?" laughed one of the others. "We'd have to run for it!"

"Now we can work on installing the tiles." Said the first, earning a collective of groans from the others. "Oh, c'mon! We're getting paid, and the sooner we get it done, the sooner we'll have a whole new place to use!"

"Do any of you know how to install tiles?" questioned Charlotte upon realizing that she had no idea what to do.

"Of course! If we get stuck, we'll just consult the book!" spoke a supernatural, holding up one of the books from the library. "First, let's clean out the crap off the floor before we start hauling in materials."

The crew in this building was the largest, as it was the biggest building that was being renovated. It was the building that was intended to become the "City Welfare" building, so it needed to be big enough to house all of the necessary services and employees. Once that last post was in place, people began working on stairs on one side of the room while others worked on cleaning up enough to start putting in tiles. By the time both tasks were done, both groups simply moved onto something else. The ones working on the stairs rallied others to help them work on the first floor, while the people on the ground floor began hauling in tiling equipment. The group downstairs consisted completely of supernaturals, two of which were H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agents, while the upstairs team was a mix. Upstairs, the demonic duo worked as if they weren't at all familiar with one another alongside the rest of the crew.

"Oi! Tunstell! Can you bring us the bucket of plaster from downstairs?" Looking up, Ciel registered that he was being called by his alias and smiled.

"Sure." He said, answering the local. He got up from his crouching position and walked away from his current group. "Hang on a minute."

While "Tunstell" was considered "odd", and a bit "unsociable", he wasn't thought ill of. In fact, he was considered trustworthy by merit of being the Lion's "personal assistant". He was easy for the residents to talk to for this reason, and was a good mediator because of this. The demon did his job without complaint—or at least not while the others were looking. Ciel would whine to the menace once they got home about this and that, only to be laughed at by Alois.

As he headed toward the stairs, he appeared to be focused on his task, but he was not at all oblivious to his surroundings. Things seemed calm, but in an instant, his sixth sense alerted him to a possible danger. Thus, it was for this reason that he walked slowly, waiting for whatever it was to show itself.

"We need a hammer." Spoke a certain elf by the name of Tegwen elsewhere in the room. "If you're not using it, then let us borrow it."

"Fuck off, girlie." One of the soldiers said. "Take your pointy-ears and shove 'im. We've got better things to do than talk to freaks."

"But you're here, helping us repair the building! We have to cooperate if we want to accomplish anything." Tegwen stated. "I'm just asking for a tool."

"You want my hammer, baby?" barked one of the soldiers as the others laughed like hyenas. "I've got a tool for ya." Scrunching her face up, the girl clenched her fists.

"You are a tool!" she shouted back, causing the humans' smiles to drop. Realising what she had done, her face shifted as well, her eyes widening. As a couple of the men started to stand up, she took a step back.

"W-wait… I…" she began as she started to sweat. A few of the other supernaturals froze as well as they looked on in horror, too scared to intervene. One of the soldiers picked up the hammer in question.

"You what?" he demanded. "Fucking freak. I'll bash your head in. Are you the kind that can die from that?"

"I-I'm sorry… I didn't… I didn't mean it!" Tegwen said, putting her hands up. The sudden movement, however, caused the soldier to jump and cock his arm back. Without another word, he swung his arm, bringing the hammer down again while aiming straight for the elf's head.

But it didn't connect. Tegwen shielded her head with her arms and shut her eyes as tight as she could as she braced for impact, but it never came. Moments passed, and she began to wonder why. Hesitantly, she began to open an eye, bit by bit. She cracked it open and looked up, seeing the back of another man with red hair. Looking over his shoulder, she saw the soldier, paralysed with fear. In his hand was the hammer, but his wrist was trapped in the grip of a devil.

"Why did you raise your hand to this girl?" Ciel asked, squeezing the man's wrist a bit tighter, causing his opponent to wince. "You know that you're under direct orders to not attack the residents of the Special Zone while working unless your life is in immediate danger, yes?"

"Y-yes, sir!" barked the soldier as his friends watched in shock at the scene that was unfolding.

"Then why did you do it?" the Phantomhive asked again.

"I… I-I don't know!"

"You 'don't know'?" echoed Ciel, earning a slight pained noise from his foe as he squeezed the man tighter. "Are you suggesting that you're some madman who randomly attacks people?"

"Augh! N-no, sir!"

"Then answer the question."

"I… I don't know! I don't know, sir!" This answer caused the demon to frown deeply. With one last squeeze, the man dropped the hammer and let out another pained cry. Then, Ciel let go of him altogether, watching him as he hunched over and grasped at his arm.

"It would appear that you've gone and hurt yourself." The Phantomhive stated. "I think you're done for today. If you can't make yourself useful, then go home."

"Y… y-yes, sir…" whimpered the soldier, attempting to stand up. As he walked away, he held onto his sprained wrist, knowing that he would most likely be unable to work at all over the next week or so. Once he was at a reasonable distance, Ciel turned to address the others.

"Well?" he asked. "This is no time for gawking. Get back to work." He ordered, prompting an immediate and industrious response from the humans. With that, the watchdog reached down and picked up the hammer before presenting it handle-first to the elf.

"Is this what you needed?" he asked, snapping the girl from her stupor.

"O-oh. Yeah." She said as she took it. "Thanks."

"No problem. They were in the wrong, and as their superior officer, it is my duty to discipline them." The redhead stated. "I'm Tunstell, by the way. The Lion's assistant."

"Oh!" the girl answered, holding out a hand to shake the demon's. "It's a pleasure to meet you! My name is Tegwen Sibyl!"

"Nice to make your acquaintance, miss Sybil." Smiled the Phantomhive. "I'm impressed by the way you stood up to those men. You're very brave. If only our men had half of that kind of character."

"Uh, thanks…" the girl said bashfully, finally letting go of Ciel's hand.

"Well, I have to go bring up some plaster." The man stated as he moved to walk past the elf. "Keep up the good work."

During that little exchange, the Phantomhive had provided Tegwen with a bit of inspiration. Having regained her confidence, she was now resolved to work even harder than before and thus returned to her own group. Little did she know, however, the kind man who had just saved her and given her reassurance was in fact a wolf in sheep's clothing—or rather, a dog.