O werewolves, witness the Ultimate Spell!
Don't look so glum. I'm proud of these feet.
I'm happy to have completed one of my duties as Emerald Witch today.
Everyone is proud of you.
Oh, I know! I'll leave the forest and study lots of new things!
Then I can help the village—
You mustn't!
What?
We've arranged to give you what you want the most.
To see the outside world.
What do you think?
B-But the village laws say...
Ah, I see.
Danke, Freund. Tschüß.
I-I'll go with you.
I want to know more!
Well, Fräulein Sullivan?
The outside world is full of surprises, wouldn't you agree?
The "werewolves" are really mere humans in costumes.
And the "miasma" is really...
...a chemical weapon made in this factory. It's a toxic gas.
N-No...
Take pride! You have created the most powerful toxic gas in history!
And that's right. Such a breakthrough chemical weapon deserves a name.
"SuLIN." I shall name it "sulin" gas!
The emergency signal?
Young mistress!
Black Butler
Emerald Witch Arc
What I spent all that time creating wasn't magic?
It was toxic gas?
I thought I was protecting the villagers.
But I was creating a weapon? Something whose only purpose is to kill?
Everyone has been deceiving me all this time?
Tell me that's not true, Elder!
Why are you crying, Sieglinde?
It's precisely because the fine mind you were born with
was given the optimal environment in which to immerse itself in research
that you were able to create the ultimate chemical weapon.
What is there to feel sad about? You've changed history.
You're the living incarnation of the dear one I lost that day.
What?
So dry your tears,
my beloved daughter.
Daughter?
You see, 13 years ago, I participated in a certain military project.
The project involved a gas so dangerous
that for 20 long years it was considered impossible to mass-produce.
Its objective was to utilize this "mustard gas," as it is commonly called, to make weapons.
This is...
Before long, a brilliant scientist created a safe method of synthesizing it.
To our scientific success!
Prost!
Thank you.
I should be thanking you. It's an honour to work with you.
Everything was going so well.
But then...
One day, there was an accident at the gas manufacturing plant.
He passed away.
How is Herr Doktor?
And I became unrecognizable.
His mind was one of our nation's greatest treasures.
A great loss to our country.
The project will stagnate without him.
We were heartbroken.
But...
His genes took root inside me...
...and began to grow anew.
The child's talent blossomed immediately.
She was a fluent reader by the age of three.
Ma'am, the young mistress...
What about her?
She understood how to synthesize mustard gas.
You did this?
In that moment, I knew. My beloved had returned. His mind had returned to me!
I negotiated with the government at once and launched a new project.
To wit...
A project to develop the ultimate weapon by cultivating a genius.
The necessary conditions for raising a scientific genius
were an environment conducive to immersion in study and sustained motivation.
First, we had to remove the noise that interferes with genius: ethics and common sense.
Also, amusements, merrymaking, and worldly pleasures.
To isolate her from all of these, we had to eliminate all traces of worldly life.
We created the village for that purpose.
And so that she would voluntarily remain in this environment,
we constructed an addictive Weltanschauung.
Someone special to be: the Emerald Witch.
A duty: to protect the villagers from werewolves.
And so, Wolfsschlucht, the "Wolf's Valley," came into being.
Yes, it's because you were here that you were able to devote yourself to study,
and develop a new weapon in less than ten years.
The project succeeded, Sieglinde!
Young mistress!
How dare you?
You were deceiving me, too.
You liar!
To make your weapon,
you crushed your daughter's feet and threatened her with "duty."
Is that how a parent should act?
Children aren't their parents' tools.
Sieglinde!
Stop!
Don't! What if you hit a gas canister?
After them!
Cut off their exit!
Sebastian, the rest is up to you.
Yes, my lord.
Young mistress...
Wolf! What's the matter?
Hilde! The English have the young mistress!
What?
And she found out about everything.
They should be in Area A23 now. I'm going after them!
Lieutenant!
First Lieutenant Wolfram Gelzer, I trust you haven't forgotten.
The duty of the Emerald Witch's butler
is to dispose of the Emerald Witch if an emergency necessitates it.
Ja!
It's gotten noisy, yes.
Won't be long, then.
So it's begun.
That's the signal.
Our boss is calling.
Yes, sir!
On the outside, all sorts of people will want to use you.
One of them may make you suffer even more than you did today.
So choose now.
Do you still want to go to the outside world? Or...
Would you rather rest in peace here and now?
It...
It frightens me that I created that thing.
I don't know what to believe in anymore.
I don't want to think anymore.
I just want to disappear.
Fair enough.
If you don't intend to use that brilliant mind,
might as well fertilize the weeds with it.
And if you die,
you won't have to hear the screams of those you could have saved.
"Saved"?
Since you created the ultimate poison trying to save your people,
I thought you might be capable of also creating the ultimate medicine.
That would seem magical enough to amaze the world.
A magical cure?
Do you think I could do that?
Who knows? But it'll certainly be impossible if you die here.
Emerald Witch, I shall ask you again:
Will you escape into death, or live and take on the challenge?
I...
I want to live!
I want to live and take on the challenge!
Very well.
Let's leave the forest together, Sullivan.
We need to leave here before they catch up. That star shell revealed our position.
We'll rendezvous with my servants at once.
What about Sebastian? If they use the miasma... no, the mustard gas...
Don't worry.
My butler is very skilled.
Professorin Sullivan! It's too dangerous here!
Bring her back! Quickly!
Damn the English. I can't believe they caught wind of us and sent a spy.
I am not a spy.
I am merely one hell of a butler.
He disappeared?
When did he get up there?
Goodness. Your protective gear is made of strong stuff.
Now I understand how you took an attack from our gardener and stayed on your feet.
Which means...
I should aim for the head.
Damn it.
Use the mustard gas.
That'll bring him down easily.
He has no protective clothing, or even a mask.
What?!
A mask... A mask... Give me a mask!
"Mustard gas" is quite the apt name.
I knew this scent reminded me of something.
It's mustard, isn't it?
My young master refuses to eat mustard, so I couldn't place it at first.
Why? Why won't he die?
Has England trained up gas-resistant soldiers or something?
My throat!
A Phantomhive butler who can't withstand a little toxic gas isn't worth his salt.
Now, then...
You take the sample upstairs.
Right!
The formation instructions. These are all I need to mass-produce—
Some people preach illogical things like love and affection,
while others are able to sacrifice their families as rationally as can be.
Humans are truly fascinating creatures.
The gas alarm? Why?
I-It smells like... mustard...
You love gas, don't you? Enough to offer up your precious daughter's whole life.
This is a token of my thanks for exposing my young master to it.
It's been a while since you smelt the scent of death your beloved created. How do you like it?
Dearie me.
Sebastian, you're to destroy any and all instructions for the weapon Sullivan made.
Very good.
How would you like it done?
Your choice.
Oh, my. Are you sure?
I won't be there, and there won't be any human survivors.
Let your beastly instincts run free.
Ah, my lord...
I fear you have the wrong idea.
What gives me the most amusement now is my game with you,
constrained by your "butler" requirement.
Not following my every impulse and acting like a beast.
However, if you prefer me "beastly," I'll act the part for you.
I am merely one hell of a butler, after all.
Oi, you'd better be taking us in the right direction!
"I can smell Smile from this direction." ...says Goethe.
I see them, yes.
Young master!
Here they are.
All right?
Yes.
Now, let's split into two groups as planned.
Time to begin our evacuation.
Fire alert! Fire alert! A fire has broken out in manufacturing facility, B4!
The elevators are damaged. The firefighting unit can't use them to go down.
Never mind that. What about the new gas?
We may have lost the instructions in the fire.
They're reporting the Englishman absconded with the sample phial.
Curses. What the devil happened?
Hilde.
Or rather, Major Hilde Dickhaut.
If the instructions are lost, then capturing the Emerald Witch is top priority.
Shouldn't the mustard gas spraying be aborted?
I suppose we have no choice.
Major!
Anne Drewanz, Kommandant, 1st Special Commando Unit.
Grete Hilbard, Kommandant, 2nd Special Commando Unit.
Ready to sortie.
We've identified where the star shell was fired.
We're also prepared to operate the new prototype weapon.
Well done.
Prototype? Don't tell me you mean to use that?
Yes. Our primary objective is to recover the Emerald Witch.
But if she sets foot outside the forest...
Kill her!
Ja!