Ill Fortune On The Orient Express!

“Why do you look uncomfortable, Ciel? It is not the first time we solve a murder!”

“Sir! Please, speak lower! Someone may hear you!”

Barely, Claude concealed a laugh. Teasing Ciel, his always-anxious assistant, was his favorite hobby. They were in the Grand Suite of Claude planning their next actions when Claude noticed the unease in Ciel. So he tried to lighten up the environment.

Yet, it took Claude almost a minute to come back to his serious, ice-cold mood. What was happening was horrible. They are stuck on the train with a murderer.

His precious Flora is stuck on this train with a murderer.

He felt a chill. If Flora gets hurt or if she injures her little finger, he will never forgive himself.

“Tell James to be the bodyguard of Ms. La Candida till we get out of this damned train,” ordered Claude.

“But sir, it will be quite dangerous to keep a single bodyguard for you!” protested Ciel.

Claude hated getting disobeyed. He glared at poor Ciel with a couple of terrorizing silver eyes.