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(Firehedgehog, CloudCarnivore, DeeRoseWalker, ARandomAuthor14, PoisonousDemon, SilverRider09, bougainvillea blossom, Butter, Arathelia, Ennael, Merkitten, Suzululu4moe, Tyki075, Insane Scriptist)
Q/A:
CloudCarnivore: Don't worry, Tyki and Allen will meet them soon! Sadly not this chapter though. Sorry. Also, they might meet them separately at first ;) *hint*
DeeRoseWalker: Noah vs demon butler will happen. Even if not quite in the way you might imagine :D hehe
PoisonousDemon: Don't worry it was not so much of a riddle as it was me trying to write smartly. Which I suck at. ^^°
bougainvillea blossom: You know what, I'm always worried that I'll write your name wrongly. It's pretty but really hard to write for some reason! O-O Sorry if I massacre it someday. Anyway, happy you liked it. And that you like RoadxAllen beacause I have the feeling my fic is going in that direction no matter what I do ;D
Arathelia: Hi there! You're right, the Queen didn't say what Order she was talking about and Ciel definitely noticed. You'll find it in this chapter as well! And well, its hard to say what the Queen knows yet, but its definitely more than she lets on!
Ennael: Don't worry, it's not your english, it's mine! :D Now, this sounded like a lame break-up line but really, there was no real riddle in this. I'm probably gonna disappoint everyone because there was no big 'revelation' and everything was rather obvious.^^° Still, I'm happy you liked it even if I'm feeling a bit sorry for mobbing Tyki all the time. XD And Undertaker will be next chap. I promise!
Merkitten: Thanks! I'm happy you think I'm hitting a good balance. It's one of the things I'm continuously worrying about.
Tyki07: Yeah, actually Sebastian's attitude was one of the reasons I wrote this fiction. He is a bit overpowered in Kuroshitsuji, or at least a bit too perfect. So I want to troll him a little ;D
InsaneScriptist: I'm happy you still liked it. And yeah, I'm probably sometimes being too serious, but it's very hard for me to write pure crack. I dunno why though. If anything especially stands out though, tell me! :D
Warnings: Not beta-ed, bad language (No shit, right?), stupid misunderstandings and Cross Marian. The last of which is self-explanatory.
Sorry for the long wait. I was lazy. At least the next chapter is already halfway done. But, hey I managed to finally draw a proper cover image! You guys like it? It's a bit too modern, but meh. ;D
Chapter 6
Of Journeys and Jerks
The carriage slowly rattled over the stony road. One of the long seats - the one facing forward - was occupied by Ciel and Sebastian, the other one by Maylene, Finian and Bard. After some consideration Ciel had decided to leave Snake and Tanako back at the mansion to take car of it in their Lord's absence. And, well, their potential to annoy Sebastian was quite a bit lower so there really wasn't much of a point in bringing them along in the first place.
„I can't believe we're going to London!" Finian exclaimed happily „It's been so long since I've been to a city!"
„Me too!" Bard loudly agreed „And it's the first time we get to see the Phantomhive's city house! I wonder what the kitchen looks like?"
„Ohh, the house! Does it have a big garden, Mister Sebastian?" Finian asked with sparkling eyes, turning towards the only staff member that had seen the house before.
„Actually no. Like most houses in the upper end of London it is, while high classed, quite a lot smaller in than the manor" the butler answered him with a picture perfect smile "Therefore it also only has a small front yard instead of a proper garden."
„Oh?" the blond boy seemed to deflate at that, then he frowned „Ehm...what am I supposed to do then? I mean, not that I'm not happy to come along but...why?"
„Very good question Finian. But how about we ask our young Lord Phantomhive himself?" Sebastian's smile seemed to get even more scarily perfect as he turned it towards Ciel „Please tell me my Lord, why are we taking the gardener along when we don't even have a garden?"
Ciel looked up from the papers he had been reading through and raised an eyebrow at the other's tone. „I merely believed that the three of them might welcome the change. See it as a holiday of sorts. Also, like Finian already mentioned, he hasn't been to a city in along time and I think the experience will be good for him."
All of the servants' faces lit up simultaneously.
"Holiday? Really?" Bart asked excitedly „So we get to have free time? Can we go into the city on our own? I heard you can buy some neat weaponry when you know where to go!"
„And I always wanted to visit the towers from the outside!" Maylene added with a broad smile „Oh, and also get some new riffles and a handgun. Bart let's go shopping together!"
„Ehehe, sure Mey!" the man immediately agreed. „Hey, Finny we can also visit the botanic garden if you want."
"I'd love to! I heard they have man eating in plants there!"
"Man eating? Really?" the maid asked somewhat nervously, fidgeting with her glasses.
"Yeah, it's gonna be awesome! How nice of you to take us with you little Lord!" Bart exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands in the air in celebration, the movement knocking Maylene's glasses right of her face. Ciel frowned at the other's antics but graciously chose to ignore his cook's behaviour. The man was American after all, so he deserved some leeway when it came to manners.
"Mister Sebastian are you also coming along?" Finian suddenly questioned, turning towards the head-butler "You haven't said anything yet."
"I don't think so. After all if I, too, were to take some free time our young master would be left without any servants at all."
"Oh, right" that seemed to damper the blond's mood again "Uhm...but maybe if we take over for you for a day or two..." the boy turned towards Ciel as if asking for permission to continue. Ciel however didn't show any sign of even noticing the other's stare and instead continued to shift through the papers in his hands. "Maybe...uhm... then maybe Mister Sebastian could also have some free time? Maybe?" Finian finished insecurely.
It wasn't as if he and everyone else weren't aware that Sebastian was by far the most capable and important servant of the Phantomhive household. Therefore asking the young master to give the butler some free time as well seemed like a really rude thing to do.
Ciel simply frowned at the question, thinking it over.
It sounded like a bad idea.
For one, Sebastian didn't need leisure time – being a demon and all. Also, the young Earl would need his help and protection during his investigations and things always went far more smothly with his pet-demon around. It wasn't even like Sebastian would appreciate a free day anyway. Knowing him, he would mostly be annoyed at the prospect of having to spend a day in the city (possibly with the other staff members) doing nothing but sightseeing and shopping. Or worse - spending the day alone but with the staff messing up the mansion in his absence.
Yeah, he'd hate it.
Ciel's decision was made.
He didn't even look up from his papers when he answered. "Those were four 'maybes' in what I presume is supposed to be one sentence, Finny. If you want to ask me something just do it. But for your information, I will need Sebastian's assistance in a case I'm currently working on. That will probably take some time."
"Oh, okay. I.."
"However, I'm sure once I don't necessarily need him we can work something out to give him some down-time too."
"Really?" Finian perked up, a smile looming on his face.
"Really?" Sebastian sounded far more sceptical.
"Yes, after all it's only natural to need a rest from time to time" Ciel gave them his kindest smile.
„Thank you! That's really nice of you!" Finian beamed back.
"Yes" the demon drawled in reply, obviously not buying it „How uncharacteristically kind of you."
"You flatter me" Ciel answered just as dryly, before looking Sebastian directly in the eye „But like I said - it's only normal to give you some free time. Every human needs a day off once in a while."
"...I understand, young master."
Cross Marian was not having a good week so far.
It had started with running into a devastated Lenalee in the Order's halls. The girl had stormed down the corridors with a murderous expression on her face, heels clacking on the floor loudly as she made her way towards her brother's study.
Finders and scientists alike had done the smart thing and quickly evacuated the area, not willing to accidentally get in her way and suffer her wrath. Reever, who had been walking down the same hall, had quickly made a turn to the right, disappearing into a corridor that really only lead to some empty storage rooms and the girls' toilets. A mousy looking researcher with glasses – Jonas, Jony, Jonathan?- had given of a high pitched squeak and promptly hid himself in a closet. Even the foul-mouthed samurai-wannabe had paused in his tracks long enough to throw the girl a wary glance, before 'Che'ing and making a completely unsuspicious 180 degree turn to walk back into the direction he just came from.
In Cross's esteemed opinion the whole god-damn Order was full of pussies.
And because it just wouldn't do for the General to be considered one of them, he decided to do the manly thing and instead of running away stepped into the girl's path.
"Lenalee, how nice to see you here" he greeted with a smirk and gave her legs a long and appreciative stare. Those really were some fine legs and whoever designed the exorcists' uniforms had shown a rare amount of competency in deciding to make Lenalee wear a miniskirt.
"G-General Cross?" the chinese girl asked, her anger depleting a little as it gave way to confusion. She was quite startled to run into another person, because for some reason that rarely happened whenever she was angry.
"You seem a little upset" Cross said and gave her one of his most charming smiles. Putting what he had dubbed a 'comforting hand' on her shoulder he chose to try the good Samaritan way this time. She seemed to like Allen well enough after all, so maybe she'd buy it. "Anything I can help you with?"
Lenalee still looked slightly off-balance from the sudden interruption but quickly gathered herself again as she remembered what had happened. "Thank you, but I don't think you can he-" she started, but quickly stopped herself as she realized who exactly she was talking to. "Actually, yes! You can help me!"
"...I can?" the man blinked, before quickly covering up his surprise "Of course I can. And I'd gladly help a cute girl like you."
Lenalee nodded, her expression growing darker again. She quickly scanned their vicinity, checking for possible eavesdroppers, but luckily the whole area was deserted. "Good. The problem is... well you see...It's a bit of a delicate problem..."
Cross raised an eyebrow. The visible one that is. Since raising the brow behind his mask just never seemed to do the trick.
"So, I don't want the rest of the Order to know yet and I thought I should first inform my brother, but I guess if it's you it should be alright" she gave a hollow laugh "I mean, for all I know you already have experience with this sort of problem!"
By now the redhead's brow was about as high as he could get it, so for added effect he pulled it down again and frowned. He was getting some bad vibes from his conversation..
"I mean after all the things I heard about you and your...ehm...preferences and...hobbies" the girl continued, fidgeting slightly as she tried to find a wording that wouldn't make it sound like Allen running away from him sounded like a likely scenario because Cross was a total ashole. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if it happened to you before. But please don't tell anyone yet!"
Really bad vibes. The frown deepened.
"O-kay..." the man responded slowly, carefully weighting his next words. "So you have this delicate problem that you should first tell your brother, but believe I can help you with because I have experience with it?"
"Yes" the younger exorcist nodded at looked at him expectantly as if waiting him to confirm that yes, he would indeed help. And no, he wouldn't tell shit to outsiders.
But fuck, he was not ready for this conversation. Ever.
"Lena, as much as I would like to help" which he wouldn't, because screw the good Samaritan act, this had nothing to do with him. "Don't you think you should talk to someone else instead? Like that Miranda woman or Claud?"
Lenalee frowned, seemingly thinking this over, before shaking her head. "No, why? I mean, this doesn't really concern them. Wouldn't you as his master have a better idea of what to do?"
"Well, I...wait. What did you just say?"
"That I think that as Allen's master your would know best what to do and also kind of have a right to know?"
For a moment Cross Marian was speechless.
Then: "This is about Allen?"
"Of course" Lenalee answered, thinking that fact to be obvious. Why else would she be asking the general for help after all? "Who else?"
Cross just stared down at her before giving a deliberately slow nod. He was a bit worried that something in his head was broken.
"...I see. But I think you should spare all explanations until later. For your brother. You wouldn't want to have to explain everything again."
And it would give him a chance to run. Far and fast. He hadn't avoided this sort of problem for the last thirty years of his life just to get dragged into it because of Allen Walker of all people.
"You're right" the chinese girl agreed to his immense relieve "And I don't like talking about it in the halls anyway." And then she grabbed his arm – something that under other circumstances he would have approved of greatly- and dragged him along. "Let's go find my brother so that I can explain everything in detail."
'Oh, fuck, no...'
Upon their arrival in London, he had given orders to drop off his servants at the city manor. That would give his staff time to familiarize themselves with their new environment while Ciel and Sebastian continued on in their carriage towards the middle parts of London, where they planed to start their investigation.
Pulling the Queen's letter and the photos from his coat pocket he let his eyes run over their contents again. With a small crease between his brows he tried to look for anything he had missed.
It was times like these that he wished the Queen would express herself just a little bit more clearly in her letters. But, no, for some reason the woman had to be exceptionally fond of the art of omission and paraphrasing.
And it was really making his work harder than it had to be.
He often considered just sending a formal complain to get it over with. But sadly, telling Her Majesty that her literary skills lacked and she should please stop writing in riddles, was nothing but an extremely rude way to commit social suicide. So, yeah, not exactly an option for the young heir.
And it probably wouldn't even help.
Because Ciel had the sneaking suspicion that the Queen was purposefully messing with him. Just for fun. He certainly wouldn't put it beneath her. Not when she regularly talked to a hand-puppet of her dead husband.
With a sigh he went trhough the writing.
It looks like something is running afoul in London. People have been disappearing without a trace and a gentleman that has been seen in the areas has been found dead in an alley, robbed of everything but photos of ashes. The circumstances are riddling me and I'd love to know the meaning of is dying message.
That part was at least somewhat straightforward. People have gone missing and nobody knew why or how. Of course that in itself was far from strange, after all people went missing all the time and more often than not they were never seen again. What did make this interesting however, was that the cases seemed to be connected in some way. The man had apparently been visiting the areas of the disappearances and made photos of ash-piles.
Ciel had a few theories on that one. For one, the man could be responsible for the disappearances, or at least involved in them somehow. Another possibility was that he was investigating them much like Ciel himself. The photos and his sneaking around after the people were already gone hinted to that at least. Maybe a reporter?
And then there was said dying message. A pentagram. Enough said.
He was staying in a certain church near my Station, but as usual the clergy's primary loyalty makes them tight-lipped.
My Station - The church from the photo was near Victoria Station. Easy. But apparently the people working there won't talk about the man because their church, or head of church won't allow it?
The kingdom is informed about the existence of the Order, but sadly we are being told very little about its activities.
That part was bothersome.
First of all, she didn't specify what Order she meant, but the way she wrote it in capital letters made it obvious that it was a very specific one. It could be that the Order was generally only referred to as such. Or maybe it had multiple names. The bloody pentagram hinted at a Satanist nature, but if it has something to do with the church, it might be its official Order. It was hard to tell just yet.
Moreover, the kingdom had been informed about it. That meant not just the Queen, but the actual United Kingdom as an institution, which would explain why the letter had continued in plural.
It also supported his theory that this was not merely an underground organisation.
A theory that was practically proven by her next words: It has to be noted however, that people disappear a lot in its vicinity and that its reach is further than even mine. London has never been a priority to them, but things seem to have changed in the last years.
That one didn't bode well. A reach further than the Queen's meant that whatever this Order was, it operated behind the border of the United Kingdom. Also, their activities in Ciel's own territory had only picked up recently, which would explain why he hadn't found anything useful in the Phantomhive's file library.
Don't overexert yourself and look out for your health.
A double warning?
PS: You are hereby also invited to my garden party next week. Your invitation has been send to your aunt.
Yeah, she was messing with him. Right there.
Giving the letter to his aunt of all people practically forced him to attend, no matter the progress he would have made or how busy he was. And, well...it was his aunt.
Ciel looked at the end of the letter, where the English coat of arms had been carefully printed. It was maybe the most unsettling thing about the whole letter.
A lion and an unicorn framing the royal shield; and below, written in French, the words:
Dieu et mon droit
Because in the end there was only one church in England that would make the Queen remind him of the old principle that the Royalty's rights were God-given.
The question was only, why was she hinting towards it in this way?
But whatever it was, Ciel knew that this case had the potential to turn dangerous.
Because whatever was going on, it was big.
Again, Cross Marian was not having a good week.
In fact, this week was probably the fourth worse of his life. Ranging, just slightly, behind that one time when he had drunken himself into a slight coma in Bangkok, only to wake up naked in the same bed as someone who was only a girl from the hips upwards.
(The following week had been hell because try as he might, he couldn't recall a single thing and had therefore been properly terrified. Luckily it had turned out it had all just been a stupid prank. Consequently Allen had found himself waking up in a giant tarantula's net and spend the following two weeks wandering through the rainforest alone.)
So, yeah his week had been bad.
It had all started when he had met that exorcist girl in headquarters. First he had been happy, because she was cute and a chick, but then she had to go and drop the big news on him.
News that, for the first time in years, had him shocked into speechlessness.
And, also for the first time in...well, ever, made him wonder if he might have failed as a teacher. He even considered the possibility that maybe there was some truth to everyone's complains of how he was such a horrible person and an even worse role-model. After all, Allen had spent most of his times in brothels, with questionable company and very little supervision.
…
Yeah, no that was still bullshit.
Because it wasn't as if the circus hadn't messed up Allen even before he fell under Cross' so-called 'bad influence'. And Mana hadn't been all that sane either. Cross had done nothing wrong.
If anything he had made the boy a better person. He had taught him patience (I don't care if you need to take a piss. You'll wait out there until I'm done taking my bath!), he'd taught him humility (Don't grin like that after ripping them off, idiot disciple – they'll know you did it on purpose!) and he most certainly taught him manners (Ladies first brat. No, I don't care if you haven't eaten in two days, that money goes to the women!).
Hell, he'd even taught him swimming! (Yes, those are piranhas. Now stop bitching and swim!)
Yeah, he'd done well.
Very well actually, when considering how much of a persistent little pest a young Allen had been as a child. He deserved a teacher of the year award!
So if Allen decided to proof his idiocy in the worst way possible it wasn't his fault.
Which is why he found it very unfair that Lenalee had to literally drag him into the whole mess as well.
"Brother!" the girl cried out as she stormed into the chief's office, her hand still capturing Cross's arm in a vice grip.
As usual the room was a mess. Papers were on the floor everywhere, there were at laest a dozen empty coffee cups standing in random places and the dust layering the windows was so thick that barely any sun-light managed to find it's way in.
In the middle of the room there was a chair and a conspicuous heap of papers that hinted at a buried table somewhere in the area. In front of the suspected table Komui had apparently been talking to Lavi before the door burst open. Both of them must have been startled by the sudden interruption because Lavi had pulled out his hammer and Komui had quickly taken cover behind him.
"Lena?" the bookman apprentice visibly relaxed again "Wah, it's only you. Don't surprise me like that. I thought Yu found out I put some colour in his shampoo and came to kill me""
"My dearest Lenalee!" Komui exclaimed happily and quickly stopped hiding behind Lavi too. His hair bounced up and down as he started skipping towards his sister. "How are you? I haven't seen you since this morning!" His eyes flashed to Cross "And you don't touch her!"
Cross roled his eyes „She's the one holding my arm you idiot."
„Wah? My Lena would n-!"
„I brought him" Lenalee interrupted before her brother started ranting „because we have a problem and he might be of help."
Komui frowned and Lavi perked up. „Problem? What problem is bad enough that we need a General? Akuma? Noahs? The Earl? ...more Akuma?"
„I wish" Cross commented, receiving a weird look from Lenalee in return.
„It's about Allen" she decided to elaborate. Not.
She looked around the room for a second before going towards the door and closing it. Lavi being present as well hadn't exactly been planed but she knew he was trustworthy so it should be alright.
„You see...Allen did something that I'm pretty sure will get him in a lot of trouble" she continued. „I still can't believe he would actually do something like that, it was so unlike him you know?" Her voice was steadily raising „I mean, he's normally so nice but...but...Gah, I'm so pissed!"
She twirled towards her brother „Why would he do that?!"
„Huh?"
„He's always so nice and polite and kind and then he goes and ruins everything! What the hell is wrong with him?!"
Komui looked slightly confused, Lavi very interested and Cross utterly annoyed.
„Because he's a guy. They do shit like that. Now can you just get it over with already and tell your brother what happened?" the General grit out. He still didn't want to listen to any of this, but the sooner the truth was out, the sooner he could get to his room, get his stuff and start running.
Lavi and Komui now both threw him a confused look, not used to hear him talk like that to Lenalee. Or any girl at all. What the hell was going on?
„Yes, Lena dear. Why don't you just start at the beginning?" Komui tried to calm his sister down.
The girl took a deep breath. „Okay, it all started a few weeks ago. Allen seemed slightly off, so I was worried and wanted to help him somehow..."
Cross snorted.
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„...and then he disappeared along with the Noah, only saying something about going on holidays or something! Can you believe it?!" Lenalee finished her explanation five minutes later.
„That's..." Komui seemed at a loss of words.
„I told you so!" Lavi couldn't help but to exclaim gleefully „See, I told you he's mean!"
„No, you told me he is evil." Lenalee defended automatically, too used to arguing against everything Lavi had to say about Allen. „Which he isn't."
„Lena, you just told us how he ran away with a Noah" the bookman reminded her with a grin „And how he was playing poker and about what was written in his little black book. Prostitutes, remember?"
„I know! Shut up already! Maybe he had his reasons?! The poker was the Noah's fault and maybe...maybe that wasn't even his book! Maybe it was the Noah's as well or..." her gaze suddenly shifted towards Lavi „ yours!"
„Stop being in denial Lena, you're being ridiculous!"
„Maybe you put it into his pockets! To fool me into thinking Allen is evil!" the girl's eyes widened as if she had just had a revelation „Of course! It was your revenge because of last week when Allen accidentally set you hair on fire!"
„Are you even listening to yourself? And I'm telling you that was not an acci-"
„Is that all?" a voice suddenly interrupted the quarrelling teenagers.
Everyone's eyes turned towards Cross, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets and an unreadable expression on his face.
„All that terror just because the idiot decided to take an impromptu holiday?"
"Uhm...yes?" Lena responded meekly, feeling a little intimidated by the man's stare.
"He ran away with a Noah, man!" Lavi added for effect. „How's that not bad?"
"I agree with Lavi. General Cross, surely you realize the graveness og this situation as well?" Komui, too, had found his voice back „If central finds out, Allen could be tried for treason!"
Cross rolled his eyes. He was actually extremely relieved. There he had been worrying that Allen got himself in some real trouble, when all that happened was that the brat was being his usual, idiotic, gambling self.
„Then don't tell them. Just say he is MIA or got lost again. It's not like they'll give a fuck and the idiot will return on his own sooner or later."
„That - " Komui started to argue before thinking about it for a moment „might actually work."
"Of course. Why not?"
"But what if he's in danger?" Lenalee threw in worriedly „He's with Tyki Mikk, the guy that nearly killed him before. Twice. Aren't you worried?"
"Nah" Cross answered without even thinking about it „ He left out of his won free will, he'll know what he's doing." And if not it was Allen's own fault and therefore none of his business. After all he had already established the fact that he was an awesome teacher. It wasn't his fault that his student suffered from chronic bouts of retardation.
„But maybe he didn't?" Again, Lenalee seemed to have another empathy „What if he didn't have a choice? What if he was kidnapped?!"
"I know you're in denial but this is just sad."
"Shut up, Lavi! Brother we need to help Allen! What if he's in danger? What if that guy taints him further?!"
"Um, Lena dearest, I don't think I we can find him that easily. He has the Ark and could be practically everywhere" Komui tried to explain to his more and more panicked sister. „We can't just send out a search troop because we have no idea where to start searching."
„He's probably in Vega – Ow, damnit Lena!"
„But we have General Cross! And Timcanpy! Wasn't he able to detected Allen? We can send them!"
„That's true, but..."
„Hell no, I'm not going."
„Sure, send Cross. It's not like everyone knows that without supervision he will just run away too and visit the next best whoreh- OUCH, fuck! Why? What did I say this time!?"
„Please General Cross! Safe Allen!"
"I already said no!"
"No really, why? This wasn't even about All-owowow!."
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Cross Marian was not having a good week.
Why you might ask? Because, first he was made believe that his dumbass student had accidentally done the one thing that could destroy every man's life. Then it (luckily) turned out, that the chinese chick was horrible at expressing herself and the idiot had only run away with one of his mortal enemies (Who was a guy, so no danger there either). Which would have been great. If only that same chinese chick hadn't suddenly become delusional and decided that his idiot student had gotten himself kidnapped and it was now his job to save him. (Komui had agreed as soon as his sister had given him some crocodile tears and even made it an official mission.)
And finally, when he had just been planing to simply use this newest mission for another disappearance trick, they even forced him to take the loud-mouthed bookman prat along to keep him from doing just that. (Neither redhead was happy about that)
A bad week indeed. And this was only day one.
I never planed for Cross to have so much space. It just happened. He does what he wants.
And did anyone notice? I wrote the whole thing while trying my best to avoid words like 'pregnant' or 'banged up'. Because those things don't happen in Cross' world and therefore aren't in his vocabulary ;D
Sorry for no Tyki and Allen, but the chapter had already reached 5000w and I cut that part. They will be in the next chapter however! And Undertaker too ;)
So yeah, he secret of the letter revieled. It wasn't all that special after all. I just figured Ciel, being the smart little ashole he is, would consider a lot of things.
For some extra explanation: Dieut et mon droit basically means "God and my right". It refers to the situation, that Royality has always based their right to rule over others on the fact that they had been born for this position and that it was God's will. That of course explains why they had to try and keep good relations to the catholic church. But England is a bit special, since they basically have their own church. The English Church exists because of some discrepancies a past king had with the catholic church and most specially its position towards divorce. So, yeah, Ciel thinks its weird that the Queen reminds him of that old statement, since she doesn't really have to fear the Catholic Church's wrath. If she had wanted to only tell him that the Catholic church is somehow involved she could have done it differently.
Next: Tyki tries to finds solutions, Allen tries out coffins and both end up scaring people in the process.