My Governess a Witch

A Different Talent

"By the way...Ciel, I'm sorry for breaking those 8 cups earlier. Please forgive me." Soma then looked at Sebastian. He paled and then hid behind Ciel, using the earl as a human shield. "You...you too. I'm sorry." He glanced at Nyra too, including her in his apology. Sure Nyra had yelled at him too but she could be nice, she wasn't nearly as scary as Sebastian, in Soma's mind at least.

"It's alright, I find you entertaining." Sebastian chuckled.

"Of course you do, feather brain." Nyra sighed with a smile on her face.

"Well then..." Lau said. "Shall we continue the discussion we were having before the prince interrupted?"

"Firstly, isn't it almost for certain that those incidents were caused by Agni under West's orders?" Ciel said. "With his physical ability, it's possible that he alone could have done it. " Soma paled and flinched away from Sebastian when he placed a cup of tea in front of him. "So far what we have from West's speech is... 'The three year plan,' 'the completion of the plan is in a week,' 'Agni's right hand is essential.'" Ciel took a sip of tea before continuing. "Of these the most important is 'in one week.'"

"Using his 'right hand of God,' he might make the next strike at a big event? Feh, but it's winter now. All the large events are pretty much over. The Queen's fiftieth enthronement anniversary is over also." Lau said.

"Sebastian." Ciel said, turning to his butler who perked up when his master addressed him. "Can you think of any major events taking place in a week's time?"

"A week from now?" Sebastian pondered. "Amongst the written invitations addressed to the young master, there was... a choir concert organized by the Sophia Choir Institute at Westminster Cathedral, Wagner's Opera at Covent Garden Opera House, a prospering exhibition of Indian Culture in the Empire at Crystal Palace, The World Currency Exhibition at The British Museum..."

"Indian?" Ciel asked, perking up. Nyra caught it too.

"Young master," Sebastian sighed. "Reading your own letters thoroughly no matter what the content is the way of a gentleman. "

"Give it a rest and just tell me the details quickly." Ciel growled in irritation, a tic mark forming. Nyra snickered.

"Next week, the prospering Exhibition of Indian Culture Held in the Empire at Crystal Palace... has a main program displaying the achievements and productions of the English in India. As a part of this event, a curry show is scheduled. The young master has been invited to act as a special judge for that show." Nyra couldn't help but picture Ciel as Simon Cowell, mean and hardly ever liking anyone.

"The show basically has several companies competing against each other to make the best curry. There is a rumor that The Queen, who loves curry, will come and observe as well." Sebastian turned back to Ciel. "Other than that, would you like me to investigate the other parties or institutes?"

"Indian...curry..." Ciel said slowly, looking at Sebastian exasperatedly. "I think it's kind of obvious."

Nyra couldn't help but snicker. "Birdbrain is more of an apt description that I thought." She muttered before yelping when Sebastian yanked on her hair. She glared at the demon. "Seriously? What are you, three?" Sebastian simply smirked. Nyra wanted to hit him so badly but now was not the time. Ciel rolled his eyes at his servants' childish behavior and Lau continued on as though nothing had happened.

"It looks like you noticed also, earl." Lau said.

"Ah, 'three years,' 'the show.' There is only one answer to explain what West, who obsesses over brand names, is thinking about right?" Ciel sighed in disappointment. "I can't believe this has turned out to be such a boring case." Ciel said.