Her Majesty has ordered me to investigate
a series of suspicious deaths in Germany.
Young master?!
A-A werewolf?
What?
Me, crying?
Young master!
Se-bas-tian...
Young master!
Ciel... No more pain!
It's dark. Where are we?
Does that mean...
I'm scared.
I believe he has lost his sight.
The forest's miasma weakens the human spirit and amplifies fear.
There may be a reason the gardener is allowed near him while others are not.
No evil entity's miasma should be able to affect me.
So what exactly was it? And who was that "werewolf"?
This must be the magical staff.
The Theban alphabet commonly used by witches.
O, P, F, C, H.
This could be...
Y-Young master, please come out.
I don't wanna be here anymore! I wanna go home!
"Calm down, Smile!"
I'm scared.
I wanna go home! Right now!
What are you so afraid of?
It's pitch black.
I can't see anything.
I know everything about you.
You're afraid of looking head-on...
at the proof of your sin right there next to you.
You're such a fool.
No one asked you to seek vengeance, you know.
I believe you have more pressing duties than wrapping yourself in down bedclothes
and dwelling on regrets and fears.
Now get out of bed.
Abandoning your revenge is a breach of our contract.
Alas.
What a dull ending to our story.
I pity those who have lost their lives for someone so dull.
This isn't the meal I'd been hoping for.
But I suppose it will slake the hunger for a little while.
I remember why I made a pact with a demon.
The real reason I wanted power great enough to go against anyone...
Not for anyone else's sake.
For my own sake!
Sebastian!
That's not a very nice way to treat your master.
I apologise.
Good morning, my lord.
The outside world?
B-But the village laws say...
Ah, I see.
Danke, Freund. Tschüß.
I want to know more!
What is this "Emerald Witch's duty"?
Does it have something to do with the reason you can't leave the village?
Having lost their magic, the werewolves called upon us witches.
They told us to repay them for protecting the forest by creating a wellspring of miasma.
The miasma you encountered in the forest is what's left of an ancient working.
I see. So that's the history you were taught, is it?
Our Emerald Witch has accomplished it at last!
Well, Fräulein Sullivan?
The outside world is full of surprises, wouldn't you agree?
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.
Sebastian, the rest is up to you.
Yes, my lord.
When did he get up there?
Sebastian, you're to destroy any and all instructions for the weapon Sullivan made.
How would you like it done?
Your choice.
Let your beastly instincts run free.
To create a wonderful world...
I must have the hunter get rid of those scary wolves at once.
"It would give me great pleasure if the little witch would come to tea with me."
I can't believe I still have to clean up his messes at my age.
I thought I'd finally been freed.
You're the same as ever, Diederich.
Don't call me by my first name.
I'm not your drudge!
Now, stubble-cheeks!
Blast!
You mean me?
Made you look!
Shit.
D-Diederich...
Thanks. But what are you doing here?
I would've thought that was obvious.
I'm here because you poked a hornet's nest.
Stay out of sight. You're just as bad as your father.
If it's the toxic gas you're worried about, we—
No!
The gas wasn't the whole of it. The army uses this forest for—
Watch out!
Curses. I was too late.
What the devil was that?
You all right, young master?
And now we have an earthquake?
It's no earthquake.
Something's...
What is that?
A-A mobile cannon?
Don't just stand there, you string beans. Run!
What the hell is that thing? It's huge!
It's the latest armoured land vehicle: the Panzer.
Black Butler
Emerald Witch Arc
"Panzer"?
It was developed so that heavy cannons can be transported over land, not just by sea.
Your country's making them, too, aren't they?
So I've heard, but no one said anything about a finished model.
I had no idea the Germans were this far along with their development.
Increase angle by 0.5!
Ja!
Infantry, forward!
Damn it all!
That didn't even scratch it?
Oi, stubble-cheeks!
You can't survive a hit from that thing. Right now, we need to run.
Oi, Junior. How did you plan to clear the forest?
Even I wasn't expecting that.
When they built Wolfsschlucht, they transported supplies via a military railway to the east.
If any trains are still operable, we should be able to get clear.
All right, let's bet on that.
Young master!
Drat. I'm suddenly feeling the damage from before.
Loading complete!
Junior!
Fire!
Y-Young master...
Good grief.
Aren't you a mess?
Sebastian!
You go to the trouble of dressing like that, then botch the job?
You could've just left the whole thing to me.
I don't want to hear that from someone who showed up late.
Hurry up, you two! The next round is coming!
They fired without any hesitation.
They can't possibly know yet that he isn't the young mistress!
Clearly, Hilde...
no, the imperial army...
...intended to kill her all along!
The sulin gas?
Right here, my lord. I took all the test batches.
Baldo. Snake. You two go to the railway with Diederich.
Then, point Finny there with a star shell.
Yes, sir!
...says Oscar.
Diederich, you hold on to this.
Dropping this could've killed us all!
Of course you hand the most dangerous thing off to me. You're no better than your fath—
I'm relying on you.
Oi!
You and I will deal with that thing, Sebastian.
Very good.
Oi!
They'll be fine, sir.
The young master's got some kinda plan.
And our butler's a talented bloke!
Stay alive, Junior.
Oi, you can put me down already.
No, my lord, I'm afraid I neglected to bring spare shoes.
I would be a terrible butler if I let my master walk around shoeless.
Moreover...
Since you are compact enough to pass for the Emerald Witch,
please feel free to remain ladylike...
...young mistress.
Why, you!
I jest. Now, young master...
This is an order.
Destroy the Panzer!
Yes, my lord.
What can two people do alone?
Driver, hard about!
Prepare to fire.
Fire!
I see. They have a 360° range of attack.
What's wrong?
Evidently, its armour is thicker than I imagined.
The infantry are in the way as well.
A vehicle that size can't be entirely covered in solid steel.
It would be too heavy to propel itself at that speed.
They're sure to have reduced the weight by making certain parts thinner.
They'll have picked spots they don't have to protect.
In which case...
Sebastian, get us in close again. Let's start by swatting the flies.
At once.
What? Did he just jump...
It's a good job I got these from Baldo.
Well, that's it for the hors d'oeuvres.
Only the main course remains.
The foot soldiers are down. Driver, hard about!
Ja!
This time, we'll finish them.
Here they come, Sebastian.
Go!
Fool. I can't believe you're coming to us.
Fire!
What's happening?
Where did he go?
My young master was right.
The top is thin and soft.
My goodness.
Huddled together in this little box...
trembling...
you're like poor mice in a trap.
He's a monster.
My master has a gift for you unfortunate lot.
Here. Provisions specially made by our chef.
Please enjoy.
Now it's less a mobile warship and more a mobile oven.
Indeed, my lord.
Anne Drewanz. Born: March 25, 1864.
Died of multiple lacerations: August 17, 1889.
No notes of interest.
Demons may have pretty faces, but they sure do disgusting things.
What now, Sascha?
Hey!
Why are you so far away?
You left me talking to myself.
Sorry, Ludger. It's just the notes from the English branch are fascinating.
I think things are about to get interesting.
You certainly seem entertained, Sascha.
Of course I am! Just think of it, Ludger: England and Germany!
Doesn't it thrill you to think what might happen?
I'd wager there aren't many grim reapers out there who enjoy the job as much as you do.
I love it! I'm so glad I became a reaper.
What do you think will happen next, Ludger?
Personally, my theory is—
Ah, we can discuss that later.
The immediate question is, how do we deal with the demon?
I think we can just leave him be. His contracted is with him.
That girl, you mean?
No.
Where is the contracted, then?
Oh, no, that's not what I meant.
That is his contracted, but according to this, he's a boy.
What? Really?
He's had a very interesting career, too.
His family, the Phantomhives, do the English Crown's dirty work.