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Alois rubbed his head as he looked at Ciel. “Well I guess that I can’t say no since it is the queen.” He mumbled, crossing his arms with an irritated look on his face. He really didn’t want to do a case with this dog, but he knew he had to and he knew Claude would be angry if he didn’t. “So, when would you like to start. I would like to finish this as soon as possible.”

“Tomorrow, in the morning, would be suitable,” he told Alois. It didn’t matter how much he detested the blond. Whatever the Queen wanted, she would receive. He wanted to know why Her Majesty would order such a thing, but he would be out of place to ask. “Best not be sleeping late, Trancy,” a grin spread on the Earl’s face.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be unprofessional about this.”