Steepling her fingers and resting her elbows on her knees, Arinne listened as a few of her servants attempted to answer. To their credit, by and large they were correct. The reason she had summoned them without even waiting to return home was because of the recent string of serial killings in London. But it wasn't any fun to simply come out and say it directly. She wanted to get a sense of what those under her contracts actually knew. One of them, Mister Murakami, had displayed that he at least knew the name of the one the small blonde was targeting, but did anyone know anything else?

"That much is obvious, I suppose, isn't it?" Arinne mused, sitting up straighter and waving one hand in the air as she did, "But, I wonder..."

She trailed off for a few moments, kicking her feet as she did. The girl glanced towards Saturday, noting the way she seemed to shrink down in her seat, and reached out with one hand to pat her on her head.

"Oh dear, are you feeling shy?" she commented, "Just like a kitten getting introduced to new people for the first time~ Ah, but if everyone sees such an endearing sight, they might fall for you, Saturday. That simply wouldn't do."
 
Seeing the silver-haired girl's reaction to [i]that[/i] was bound to be amusing.

Placing her free hand to her mouth, the short blonde giggled, still petting Saturday's head, before reaching down and claiming a custard cream for herself. When she noted that Leonardo had taken one of the biscuits for himself, her eyes narrowed. Not only that, but the Dalraan heir, Euphemia, had had quite a few as well.

"... Now, where ever does it say that these are for everyone?" she commented. To be truthful, she didn't necessarily believe that they were wrong in thinking anyone could have some of the biscuits and tea to themselves, but it would be more entertaining if she lead them to believe they did not. Besides, she had ordered them for Saturday and herself in the first place, hadn't she? Not only that, but Leonardo had called her short as well. So clearly she was well within her rights to to mess with her servants as a little bit of punishment. "Isn't that rather rude?"

She cocked her head to one side, then let out an exaggerated sigh.

"But for now... Indeed, I'm talking about this killer. This Jack the Ripper of 2019," Arinne said, "But you're all supposed to be my servants, aren't you? What can [i]you[/i] tell me about him~?"

It hadn't exactly been kept quiet. Particularly, her eyes were now on those who hadn't spoken yet. The man who had been serving as her bodyguard for a considerable amount of time, and the one of the other magi who had been brought here by contract.

As for 'Jack the Ripper of 2019', there wasn't that much known about the killer as of yet. But something that they might have known was that the killings were highly unusual. All young women, aged between fifteen to twenty-five. Three so far. But the strangest part was, by far, the fact that all of their internal organs were missing.

Without any visible incision made to extract them.

"... As for fishing in the Thames, I'm not exactly the type, you know?"

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