Hello. How are we all doing these trying times? I have decided to crawl out of my whole and write a new chapter lel. Now that COVID has reduced my work hours, I have no excuse but to sit down and write.

I noticed some people are confused that Rosy hasn't noticed that Sebastian is a demon but she is too busy coming to terms that she is an Angel halfling so let her be clueless. Thanks for all the follows and reviews.

Hopefully, everyone is safe and enjoy this chapter.

Rosalie scrunched up her nose in displeasure as she was greeted by Tanaka at the Phantomhive Estate. It had been over a month since she had her self discovery and it was the fourth time she had stopped by his home for answers. In between sword training with the Marchioness, angel studies with the Undertaker and now helping her brother out with the advisory duties of the family, she seemed to always miss the Earl.

"My deepest apologies, Lady Elliot." Tanaka bowed deeply. "The young Master had just left with Sebastian on an errand for the Queen. I am unsure as to when he will return." It was the same apology but by a different person. She heard the same thing from Finnian, Mei Rin and Baldroy. "Do you want me to leave a message?" he asked, just like the three before him.

"Yes," Rosalie frowned and folded her arms. It wasn't like Ciel was returning her messages. He probably thought she was annoying him with something trivial. Like all the other times, she decided to leave a creative threat. "Tell him I'm going to tear off his own arms and use them to beat him to death." She bid the butler farewell with a smile and went back to her carriage.

"No luck?" Phillip placed his book down when she climbed into the carriage. Even her own butler was annoyed at the situation that he didn't bother leaving the carriage.

"No," she grumbled with a pout. "I swear to God that midget is going to get it."

"Instead of threatening the Earl, why don't you think like him?" Rosalie furrowed her brow as she watched Phillip casually turn a page in his book. "If you can't find him at home, find him elsewhere."

"Elsewhere?" she echoed as she leant back in her seat.

"Where would the young Earl go if he is doing a job for the Queen?" Phillip spelled out for her. Rosalie rolled her eyes at his condescending tone but her butler was on to something.

"The Undertaker," she answered. "His first stop is always that loony."

"You have been visiting that 'loony' rather frequently this past month." He had finally put down his book and leaned forwards. "What's going on with you, Rosy?" Rosalie shuffled uncomfortably in her seat. Phillip had a tendency to drop formalities whenever he was concerned about her wellbeing. It was an old habit from her childhood when he was first assigned to take care of her. Nowadays, he only ever called her Rosy when they were alone and when he knew something was plaguing her.

"Nothing is going on, per se. Undertaker is an old friend." She skirted around the subject. "He helped me a lot when I was away. And he used to do business with Father and his associates." It wasn't a complete lie. The Undertaker had told her about his past dealings with her father as an information broker. Once he married her mother, he stopped using him for information to become a family man. Rosalie noticed the furrows on his brow deepened as Phillip gazed at her.

"Rosalie…" Again with the 'Rosalie'. She shifted awkwardly in her seat as Phillip addressed her. "How long have I known you for?"

"My whole life." She knew where this line of questioning was going. Whenever she was up to something, small or big, Phillip would sit her down and ask her three questions.

"And do you think I know when you are lying?"

"Yes," she muttered, her words muffled by her hand against her cheek.

"How about when you are hiding something?"

"Yes..." She dragged it out to make her annoyance clear.

"So after 17 years, what makes you think you can still pretend I won't notice changes in you?" Rosalie pouted and kept her attention to the changing scenery. With another sigh, Phillip continued. "I'm not going to force you to tell me what is going on." He reached over and touched her hand. "But know this, Rosy. You can trust me." Rosalie moved her head from the window and gazed at her lap. Instinct made her flip her hand over and squeeze his fingers in response. His roughened palm felt odd against her soft skin, clearly showing the difference in lifestyle between them.

"I'm sorry," she muttered.

"You don't need to apologise, Rosy. Just remember I am here for you, whatever you need." Phillip smiled and pulled his hand back. "It looks like we are here." The carriage had stopped on the side of the road, which led to the alleyway where Undertaker's shop was tucked away. "Unfortunately, I will be unable to accompany you," he announced as he helped her out of the door.

"What?" Rosalie shielded her eyes from the bright sun and turned around to see Phillip close the carriage door. "Why not?" A familiar pout formed on her lips and her butler chuckled.

"Because I promised to do this first before you decided to drag me around London. I'll take you to the Undertaker but I won't be able to stay long. Your brother needs something delivered."

"You're supposed to be my butler." She folded her arms as she walked off ahead.

"Apologies, my Lady." Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"I don't appreciate that condescending tone, Phillip." They arrived at Undertaker's shabby storefront. "You may leave."

"You say that as if you have authority." She glared up at Phillip who wore a mischievous grin. "I jest, Rosy." He patted her head and her pout softened. Phillip knew exactly when to stop. "If you need anything, call the manor and someone will organise a ride home for you. If you do end up finding the Earl, please let me know. I have had enough scares to last a lifetime." They bade each other farewell and Rosalie entered the dingy, dimly lit store.

"Undertaker?" she called out as she closed the store.

"Watch your head!" A manic voice yelled and Rosalie heard something hurtling towards her. Instinct made her raise her hands and catch the object. Looking down, she let out a gasp and instantly dropped the bleached white skull. "Ah, Rosy. My sweet angel!" Undertaker emerged from the shadows and embraced the young lady. He lifted her off the ground, crushing her head against his chest. He suddenly dropped her and went to retrieve his skull. "What brings you here?"

"I was looking for Ciel." Rosalie sat on a closed coffin, trying to fix her hair. "I haven't seen him since we got back from France and I need to question him about that angel."

"Are you going to tell the little Earl about your wings?" he asked while he balanced the skull on his head.

"No, the fewer people that know, the better." Rosalie thought about who to disclose her secret too but she felt like it would open a can of worms she did not want to deal with. Proving the existence of angels and their ability to conceive with humans would pull anyone into a downward spiral.

"Well, the little Earl hasn't visited me in a while." The Undertaker frowned and pretended to sob into his sleeve. "And you only come when you need something." She rolled her eyes and went to make some tea.

"I thought he would have at least visited you for something." She handed the Undertaker a cup and he held it in both hands, his long fingers crossing over the chipped porcelain.

"I think he might be coming soon." With a knowing grin, he downed the rest of the hot tea and skipped off. Rosalie placed her teacup down and stretched out her back. When she sat up straight, Undertaker had returned carrying a leather-bound notebook.

"What's this?" she asked as he handed her the book. She flicked through the pages and instantly recognised her father's handwriting. Going back to the beginning of the book, she read his notes. "Wait.." she gasped as she scanned the pages. "My father was making notes about his powers?"

"I found it after your last visit and wanted to cross reference your abilities. I assume, like Death Gods, Angels share a similar set of skills but each individual would have an ability special to them." Reading through, she noticed he also had the ability to control flames along with unnaturally fast healing, agility and strength.

"My father could teleport?" she gasped as she read through his notes describing his skill to appear in areas he had previously been in. His notes depicted the first time he experienced teleportation. He was a teenager and was struggling to sleep. He wished for a snack late at night and found himself in the kitchen.

"That was one of the interesting ones he discovered." Undertaker chuckled.

"He left it in my possession after Edmund was born. He knew I was 'not human' and thought my input would be useful. Unfortunately, my angel knowledge is all secondhand and not entirely accurate. Yours and your father's abilities are the first I have experienced in the flesh."

"Don't you encounter angels during your reaper work?" she asked without looking up from the notes.

"Not really. Reapers, demons and angels tend not to 'mingle'." His expression darkened and Rosalie knew not to press any further as she watched him glide away to 'make a cake'. She continued to read her father's notes, reading about how he became skilled in hand to hand combat. She remembered him teaching her, her brothers and cousins the same skills alongside his sister-in-law's fencing lessons. She heard a large crash resounded from the back and went to check on her old employer. Rosalie found the man sprawled on the floor with a bowl of batter on his face. Trying to contain her laughter, she removed the mixing bowl. Her attempt was short-lived as she snorted at the sight of his pale hair and face covered in sticky batter.

"This looks more like crepe batter than cake," she chuckled as she helped him up.

"I may have not been following a recipe." Rosalie handed the Undertaker a towel.

"Do you want me to finish it off?" she suggested as he cleaned himself off.

"Since when can you bake?"

"I've been practising." She began to push him out of the door. "Go get yourself cleaned up and I'll clean this and finish baking." Accepting her proposal, the Undertaker went off to find some clean clothes to change into.

Once Rosalie had gotten all the batter off the floor, she found a recipe tucked behind some books to follow. Undertaker had everything readily available and it wasn't long before the vanilla cake was slowly baking in the oven. As she removed the cake from the pan and placed it on a wire rack to cool, Undertaker returned to the kitchen.

"That smells divine, my little Angel." He ruffled her hair before stealing a strawberry. "Last time I left you in the kitchen, it was covered in smoke and we couldn't get the smell out for days." She chopped up some fresh strawberries, slapping his hand away from eating them.

"Are you here, Undertaker?" the familiar voice of Ciel echoed from the front.

"Looks like we have guests. Bring out some tea with the cake, Miss Rosy." His grin widened and disappeared through the door.

"Hehe!" The Undertaker's eerie laugh echoed in the dark parlour. "Welcome, little Earl." A loud clatter echoed through the room as a skull rolled across the floor before crashing against some headstones. "Did you finally want to get into one of my special coffins?" he chuckled at Ciel's displeasure. "Well, have a seat. I just baked a cake."

"You mean I did." Rosalie entered the parlour holding the finished strawberry shortcake. She placed it down and sat on Undertaker's desk with a slice. "Hello, Ciel. I'm sure you've been getting my messages." Her smile didn't reach her eyes and the young Earl felt a cold shiver tingle up his spine. He flinched as she locked on to him and slowly chewed her cake. He coughed slightly.

"I'm here for business, Rosy." He tried to sound firm but the tremble in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

"I'll wait for you. Evening, Sebastian." She nodded at the butler who smiled back. Ciel cleared his throat and went on to explain his predicament.

"The surface world has not yet found the missing corpses, it seems."

"Children's corpses, hmm?" Undertaker leant back in his chair and bit a dog biscuit. "In the Underworld children's corpses are an everyday occurrence, which the Earl knows very well, doesn't he?" He stretched out the last half before sipping on his tea. Ignoring his statement, Ciel continued his questioning.

"We've brought the documents. Are there any children you've 'tidied up' amongst them?"

"I wonder?" Undertaker rested his chin on his desk and delicately lifted one of the pages. "Were they there?" If I saw something interesting, I think I'd remember." he placed the paper down and stood up. With an eccentric grin, he leant over the young Earl. "You understand, don't you Earl? You'll have to give me that… a first-rate laugh. If you do that, I'll tell you anything you want." The undertaker cackled and wriggled his finger. Rosalie smiled into her cake as she took another bite. She wished for the whimsical mortician to never change.

Ciel looked like he was fed up with the Undertaker's antics. "Sebastian," he called out. The butler readied himself and stepped forwards.

"You're going to rely on him again?" Undertaker chuckled as he lay on the desk. "I wonder if the butler isn't here, is the earl just a child who can't do anything? Though if it is amusing, I don't care who it is…" It seemed his words had struck a chord with Ciel. He clutched at his coat and bowed his head as if a frustrating memory invaded his thoughts. After a prolonged silence, he let out a dissatisfied growl and stood up.

"I'll do it."

"You'll do it?" The disbelief in Sebastian's voice was hard to miss.

"Leave!" he demanded. "And don't you dare peek. That is an order."

"Yes, my Lord." Wanting to see what embarrassing thing Ciel would do for information, Rosalie tried to hide in the background. Unfortunately, she was spotted by Sebastian's sharp eyes.

"I believe you must leave too, my Lady." Before she could protest, he grabbed her by the bicep and dragged her out of the shop.

"No far," she snapped as the door slammed after them. "I don't have to listen to anything that little mouse says." She reached for the door when Sebastian grabbed her wrist. The glare she sent him would have made anyone else go but it seemed that the butler could see past her empty threat.

"I would advise against it," he responded coolly before letting it go. Rosalie huffed and sat on a crate outside the store. She stabbed her cake with the fork and continued to eat it. At least she had one joy left. "That is a bit unbecoming of a lady."

"This lady," she emphasised with a wave of her fork. "Doesn't give a rat's arse."

"I heard you were looking for the young Master," Sebastian pointed out after a moment of silence. Swallowing her mouthful, she gazed up at the butler. He was still facing the door, back straight and arms at his side, as if obediently waiting for his next order.

"I was. I am." Realising this opportunity, she decided to question Sebastian instead.

"Remember that time we went to the church and an angel stole Ciel?" Sebastian's rigid posture faltered as he looked down at the cake consuming aristocrat.

"Yes…" he answered slowly.

"Did that angel have an accomplice? A male counterpart who looked exactly like her." When he didn't answer, Rosalie assumed the affirmative. "I've been looking for that angel."

"May I ask why?"

"He is responsible for killing two of the most important people in my life." His posture relaxed as he gazed down at her. Rosalie was gazing out to the street, her dessert long forgotten. "And I want to thank the person who killed him."

"How do you know he is dead?" Sebastian asked.

"The Undertaker told me." She turned her attention to the butler, her aquamarine eyes locking onto his own. For the first time, Sebastian felt agitated. There was a strange energy emanating from Rosalie and it felt almost unnatural. He felt compelled to tell her everything. He also felt that strange, irrational attraction to the young woman.

Sebastian cleared his throat. "The angel met his untimely end during the fires." Her gaze relaxed and the strange pressure dissipated with it. He watched her resume eating the remainder of the cake.

"Thank you," she finally said once she finished off her dessert. He wanted to ask why she was thanking him when boisterous laughter erupted from the store. Sebastian opened the door and they were greeted by a panting, sweating Ciel and a wheezing, red-faced Undertaker.

"My…" he finally wheezed. "The Earl Phantomhive would go that far~!" He slumped over his desk with drool dribbling down his face.

"What on earth did you do?" Sebastian asked as he helped Ciel look presentable.

"Don't ask."

The butler smirked. "But, for the sake of the Queen, you'll perform and even do this kind of thing... You really are a dog."

"Shut the hell up," he hissed back while pulling on his jacket. Sebastian continued to fix his master's attire with a smirk. Once Ciel was decent, he turned his attention. "There, I gave you your reward. Now tell me about the children!" Ciel demanded from the Undertaker.

"There aren't any." The funeral director grinned with a slight tilt of his head.

"Huh?"

"None of these children were my clients, and I haven't heard any rumours from the underworld companies." The Undertaker lifted another report before handing them back.

"So, in other words, you know nothing about this case?" Ciel finally had a duped look.

The eccentric mortician waggled his finger. "That's not it. I know that I 'don't know' anything." Rosalie chuckled under her breath. Even in someone's most frustrating time, the Undertaker still enjoyed toying with his clients.

"You deceived me?" Ciel's anger was showing as he stepped forwards.

"I didn't deceive you. It's a great clue, isn't it?"

"Certainly, knowing nothing of this care means there's no truth to the idea that the children were murdered by underworld companies," mused Sebastian, clearly his mind was processing the hidden meaning of the Undertaker's words.

"If corpses haven't shown up either on the surface or in the underworld, then there's a high probability that the children are still alive. Does that mean, we've got no choice but to examine this circus firsthand?" Ciel continued, his thoughts extending from Sebastian's. "If we've decided, let's go, Sebastian. Contact me if any information surfaces, Undertaker." Ciel turned to leave.

"Earl." Undertaker called out as they were leaving. He laced his fingers together and rested his chin against them. "Keep your soul safe, at least." His cryptic words confused Ciel for a second.

"I know that," he finally responded as he pulled his hat on.

"I really wonder that... Hee hee." He began to serve himself a slice of strawberry shortcake. "Did you get your answer from the butler, Miss Rosy?" he asked, turning his attention to her.

"Not completely," she whispered. "He said the angel met an 'untimely end'." She bit her thumb in thought. "Which is the vaguest piece of horse shit I have ever heard."

"Language, my Lady," the Undertaker said between mouthfuls.

"Too bad I can't force the truth out of them."

"Maybe you can." Her actions ceased as she turned to her friend.

"Maybe I can do what?"

"We only have notes on your father's abilities. Maybe you can do more. It is known Angels can draw out a person's inner thoughts as a form of repentance."

"Why are you mentioning this now?" she snapped and the Undertaker shrugged.

"You never asked."

"I hate you."

"We both know that is a lie." He chuckled into his cake and cut another slice. "So what is the plan, my little Angel?"

"I'm going to ramp up my harassment." A sadistic grin spread across her lips. She grabbed a piece of paper from his desk and pen. "I have been stopping at the wrong house. He has been clearly staying in London investigating this missing children saga and if he is staying in London, that means Prince Soma is there too." She continued to jot down some notes on the paper. "And I am good at charming the prince."

"What are you writing?" he asked as he noticed furiously scribbling something down. She grabbed a lit candle and dropped some of the melting wax onto the folded paper. Pulling off her ring, she pressed the insignia against the warm wax, branding it with her family seal.

"Give this to Phillip," she instructed as she pulled on her coat. "I'll call him when I get to Ciel's house. This is just a formality to stop him from panicking. I'm going after my dear cousin." She untucked her curls from her collar.

"And how, pray tell, will you get there without a carriage?" The Undertaker asked as he opened the door for her. Stepping out, she quickly scanned her surroundings to make sure the street was empty. The awkwardly scattered street lamps provided very little light, something she needed. She felt a familiar sensation dance up her spine as two large feathered wings sprouted from her back. They glowed a heavenly white gold, lighting up the dingy alleyway.

"With these, of course." stretching her wings out wide, she beat them slightly and shot up into the night sky.

I've already started working on the next chapter so hopefully it won't take too long. Thanks for being so patient, guys.

Minami