I'm not worth protecting.
There are better people...
Young master.
Teach me more things, Sebastian!
Why did you let those outsiders stay here?
They're a bad influence on Fräulein Sullivan!
Ciel's wounds are healing very well.
He should be up and about before long.
Really, ma'am?
Then, let's scram back to the manor as soon as he can get out of bed.
He'll feel safer back there than here.
We're out of white cooking wine.
The wine cellar is down the stairs, to the right, and all the way back.
"He said the wine cellar was to the right. You're going left." ...says Oscar.
I said we were out of wine, but I never said I would go get more.
It must go down quite a way.
"It's too dark to see anything." ...says Oscar.
Oi.
What are you two doing there?
I told you to turn right for the wine cellar, didn't I?
I apologize. This is quite a large building, isn't it?
What's down these stairs?
None of your business.
Understood.
Let's go back up, Snake.
Come here again and I'll have your head.
I quite understand you.
"He's asking a lot."
...says Oscar.
There's lots more!
I'm full.
But you've only had a few bites.
A-A werewolf?
Young master!
That hurt.
What happened?
What's going on?
A werewolf broke in.
What? I'll go nab 'im!
Stop! Herr Werwolf has his miasma about him. You'll be cursed, too.
I'm not listenin' to you!
He's right. Don't pursue the werewolf.
What's going on here?
Young mistress.
Explain.
A werewolf attacked.
How can that be?
They'd never attack the castle.
No more. I'm scared.
Wolfram.
Prepare for the Emerald Witch's work.
Ja.
Fräulein Sullivan?
It's all right. I'm the Emerald Witch.
I'll protect this village without fail.
Black Butler
Emerald Witch Arc
I apologize for the wait...
O guardian beasts of the forest...
O werewolves!
I am Sieglinde Sullivan, the Emerald Witch.
Werewolves, witness my working.
The Ultimate Spell, which produces the magic that gives you life, will soon be complete.
And so, I beseech you: Please, calm your anger.
Y-Young master, please come out.
You need to keep resting, yes.
I don't wanna be here anymore! I wanna go home!
"Calm down, Smile!" ...says Goethe.
Shut up!
I'm scared.
My orders are absolute—no exceptions.
Understood, Sebastian?
I wanna go home! Right now!
Well.
What shall we do now?
H-He finally got back into bed, yes.
How do we get the young master back to normal?
We could try giving him another shock. "An eye for an eye," as it were.
We'll have none of that.
Rest is the best treatment for afflictions of the mind.
Our young master is in emotional turmoil.
We ought to let him recover in his own time, without any pressure.
Still, what kind of "miasma" could make our young master like that?
That whole magic explanation doesn't sit right with me.
Cripes, I hate this occult stuff.
Oi.
We're going to a village assembly about Herr Werwolf.
Behave yourself.
This case is outside even my expertise.
Oi! Sebastian?
I suppose I'll sit and watch for a while longer.
Your Majesty.
Here is the analysis report of the Werewolves' Forest plant your guard dog sent.
Thank you. Set it down and leave me.
Yes, ma'am.
Then, pardon us, ma'am.
Isn't the kid in Germany right now?
How the devil did he deliver that?
No idea. But he has the criminal underworld essentially under his thumb.
I wouldn't be surprised if he had his own backdoor routes.
That whole lot are just odd.
Oh, no.
Your Majesty?
John, what should we do? I'm afraid!
"Don't panic, Victoria. I'm with you."
Oh, Albert! You're here!
"Of course! I'll always be by your side. Stay strong, Victoria."
Yes, I'll stay strong, Albert!
To create a wonderful world...
I must have the hunter get rid of those scary wolves at once.
It's not like you to come to a standstill.
I'm afraid.
What are you so afraid of?
It's pitch black.
I can't see anything.
Then, why do you stay there?
I know everything about you.
Shall I tell you why?
You're afraid of looking head-on...
at the proof of your sin right there next to you.
Sorry. That was a mean thing to say.
If it pains you that much, you can just stay here forever.
But that's...
Why hesitate? If you stay here, nothing will ever hurt you again.
But I...
All right.
Take as long as you like to decide.
Young master.
"Black!"
"Oscar is back!" ...says Goethe.
Any news?
"Only the scoop of the century." ...says Oscar.
I think Herr Werwolf is angry because outsiders are here. And men, at that.
More people will be hurt if this goes on!
Please, Fräulein Sullivan, protect our village!
Please drive them out!
Fräulein Sullivan!
Why do you hesitate, Emerald Witch?
Do you want to see another villager sacrificed for those outsiders?
Certainly not!
Focus on completing the Ultimate Spell before being so smitten with the outside world.
That should quench the werewolves' anger.
Very well.
I'll have them leave tomorrow.
Thank you, Emerald Witch!
I'm so glad.
I can rest easy.
Wolfram, you'd better not have forgotten your role.
Of course not. I'm the young mistress's...
Rather, I'm the Emerald Witch's butler. That's the arrangement.
I'm glad to hear it.
I'll trust you to see them off.
Ja.
What?!
Werewolves underneath the castle?
Then, is she in league with the werewolves, no?
"She was surrounded by werewolves, doing something." ...says Oscar.
"Something" like what?
"'Something' like, uh...
like lots of things!" ...says Oscar.
Ah, he's a snake. Guess it ain't his fault if he doesn't know.
"How dare you! We can remember as far back as yesterday!"
...says Wordsworth.
But Fräulein Sullivan's panic about the attack on the young master
didn't seem like an act, no.
She was unsettled when the villager was attacked as well.
Perhaps the attacks on humans are against her will.
Why not just go down there now and take a look? Those two ain't even here.
When we opened the secret door earlier,
there was something like a talisman at the entrance.
I assume it alerts the castle to intruders through a magic-like process.
"So that's what sent him running after us, eh?" ...says Oscar.
Not that the mechanism matters much, I suppose.
Everyone, if Wolfram comes home too soon,
could you please buy me a little time?
Wh-What are you going to do?
A Phantomhive butler who can't infiltrate a place undetected isn't worth his salt.
Though I confess, I'm simply using force.
Oh? Rather impressive.
This must be the magical staff.
A type of calcite, perhaps?
The Theban alphabet commonly used by witches.
I'm feeling very nostalgic.
O, P, F, C, H.
This could be...
We're back.
We brought ingredients for tomorrow's...
Where is your butler?
Oh, uh...
How are we s'posed to buy time when we don't even speak his language?
If only Finny were here!
I'm asking you, where did your butler go?
U-Um...
No, wait!
Don't move.
You don't want it to bite you.
What?
Oh, dear.
I apologize that one of our household servants has been so rude.
Oscar had better go outside and cool his head.
Come along, Snake.
You'll be leaving tomorrow.
We can't afford to anger Herr Werwolf any further.
Very well.
"You're horrible, Oscar." ...says Emily.
"I didn't jump on that woman to enjoy her bosom! I did it to smell her!"
...says Oscar.
"I have another big scoop."
"That woman smelled of werewolf!"
...says Oscar.
I see. That would imply—
Pardon the interruption.
A horse?
Please excuse me.
I'm here to deliver a letter from the Queen.
The Queen's personal horsekeeper...
John Brown.