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.
Young master?
Those outfits—are they reapers?
You were right, Sascha. Looking closely, you can tell he's male.
He noticed us!
Well, he may have one foot in the grave after making a deal with a demon.
Humans near death notice us more easily, since we essentially are death.
That, or...
It may be a matter of lineage.
Really? If so, that makes things even more interesting!
Either way, we need to move on to our next collection.
Right!
They vanished.
That lot always show up when humans die.
Though the fact they didn't bother us puts them ahead of the English reapers in my book.
Come, let's hurry onwards.
Right.
Black Butler
Emerald Witch Arc
What?
Who is this man? He can get in close without making a sound.
No one can daunt me.
He has the advantage at close range. I need to create some distance.
Shit, they have a sniper?
Where?
Guess retreat's my only choice.
Tanaka, are you hurt?
I'm perfectly all right.
Thank you for the support.
Apparently, even I'm not immune to the effects of aging.
Should we pursue her?
No, let's not chance it.
The young master is signalling a change in direction.
Something must have happened. Let's hurry.
Yes, sir.
Over there?
Yes, assuming my memory and intel haven't failed me.
The military railway should be through here.
Hopefully, one of the trains still runs...
Wait.
"Someone's inside. I can hear six or seven people walking around." ...says Oscar.
You can tell that much detail?
Junior has hired quite a singular servant, I see.
His taste in help is different to his father's, yet just as strange.
The enemy's presence must mean the railway is still in use.
This is good news. We may get a train running quickly.
You stay here and hold on to this.
Let's go, stubble-cheeks.
Roger that.
Wh-Who's there?
I-Intruders?!
How did you get in—
It's over.
"R-Right."
"That was fast!"
...say Oscar and Emily.
Look sharp, boys!
We need coal in the boiler, quick.
Roger.
Baldo!
Finny! Everyone all right?
Yes!
"Looks like Keats' directions were useful." ...says Emily.
Finny, you open up the exit door!
Mey-Rin and Snake, make sure it's greased up!
Yes, sir!
Please wait here, Fräulein Sullivan.
Right.
She's in your hands, Tanaka.
It's all greased, yes!
Ready here, too!
All right, time to depart!
Get on, Finny!
Young mistress!
Wolf?
Fräulein Sullivan!
Wolfram, you... betrayed us...
Wolf... Why?
Young mistress!
I'm sorry I lied to you for so long!
It's all right if you hate us! You don't have to ever forgive us!
But young mistress, you're...
You're...
Traitor.
Die, Emerald Witch!
Oh, my. I didn't expect any food to escape the oven.
It must not have been hot enough.
Wolf! Wolf!
Fräulein Sullivan, be careful, yes!
Wolf!
Young mistress...
You're...
not a witch.
You're a normal girl.
Wolf!
My world was nothing but grey.
Ever since I could remember,
people and places had always been grey.
I had no idea there were other colours.
Fight, you mangy dogs!
Fight for your country, and die protecting it!
We don't need anyone slow or stupid.
If you want to be here, you run until you puke blood!
You boys aren't worth shit, your hear me?
You get that through your empty skulls!
Kill!
You boys exist to kill the enemy.
To you, a long life is a badge of shame!
It was all to protect our country.
But what was a country? And why protect it?
I knew nothing.
Rejoice, Second Lieutenant. You were assigned to a special unit today.
In your new post, I am giving you a name.
You may call yourself "First Lieutenant Wolfram Gelzer."
Ja!
After training exclusively in killing techniques, the mission I received...
...was to monitor and guard the Emerald Witch.
And if necessary, to dispose of her.
Wol... Wolfa... Wolfam...
Can I call you "Wolf"?
I am your butler. Call me whatever you like.
This isn't funny.
Wolf?
Those brutal days in training...
Wolf!
This isn't what they were for.
Not this.
Wolf...
Young mistress.
In meeting you, I learned for the first time that bright colours exist.
And how it feels to want to protect something.
My reason to fight.
So please, whatever happens to me...
Wolf!
Young mistress?
I... I...
Don't talk!
Wolfram.
It's unforgivable of a butler to die before his master.
So says a most venerable example of the profession.
Sebastian, get me a knife heated red-hot.
Mey-Rin, bring all the cloth and water you can.
Very good.
Understood, yes.
Hold him down.
And put some cloth between his teeth so he doesn't bite his tongue.
Right!
No... No, Wolf! I don't want you to die!
Pull yourself together!
Saving your people is your duty as the Emerald Witch.
You're the one who said so!
This is the only one of your people left.
We've left Wolfsschlucht, which means we're in the outside world.
No magic or miracles here.
You have to save him...
with your own hands!
Wolf.
If you die here, I won't forgive you for as long as I live!
The bleeding has stopped, at least.
If he get can medical treatment somewhere, he should be all right.
You fulfilled your duty splendidly, young mistress.
Diederich, lend me your safe house.
Even if I say no, you'll just show up there.
Honestly. Like father, like son.
I was surprised when you told me to pick him up.
The outside world is full of monsters far worse than werewolves.
Monsters called "humans."
Which means she'll need a guard dog.
Plus...
He's insurance against me getting killed for knowing too much.
Ah. But wanting insurance while you have me by your side
makes you quite the worryguts, young master.
Very funny.
You're the one I can trust the least.