Black Butler (黒執事)

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...