Black Butler (黒執事)

Hilde Dickhaut. Born October 20, 1858.

Died of exsanguination August 17, 1889.

No notes of interest.

That wraps up today's job. Let's call it a night.

Yes.

Still, to think those two survived and went to England.

Isn't it amazing how human history is built on things like this?

You're making too big a deal of it, Sascha. It's just two humans going to England.

Ah-ah-ah! That's where you're wrong, Ludger.

Just think: an incredibly lethal new gas and the developer of that gas

are both bound for England.

What a perfect way to keep Germany in check!

Ugh, here we go.

They fought with swords and arrows until just a few centuries ago,

but now they're making poisons that can kill hundreds with one drop.

Human progress is amazing.

What's more, there are minor geniuses like these all over the world.

If just one of them upsets the world's balance,

it might trigger a great war that will engulf the whole globe!

That would be rotten.

Personally, I'd rather have a world war than too much time on my hands.

And I'd wager...

...he feels the same way.

I'm not that kind of freak, so I'd rather not be so busy.

I quite agree.

If that happened, we'd never get to leave work on time.

Hi there. You've come a long way...

William and Grell.

Too long.

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Yoo-hoo! I've missed you to death!

Black Butler

Emerald Witch Arc

A red coat, eh?

You're as flashy as ever.

But of course! I'm the only lady in the English branch's Collections Department, after all!

Here's the handover documentation.

I didn't anticipate being sent all the way to Germany on business.

What a nuisance. The whole world seems primed for war these days.

Well, even though I'm sad we missed Sebas-chan,

I had fun on this little trip with you, Will—ouch!

Speaking of war, how did that affair with the walking corpses turn out?

It's still under investigation.

I take it none have appeared here in Germany yet.

Still, please contact the English branch with any information about the deserter.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Toodles!

Will, let's make a side trip to Baden-Baden!

There have always been the occasional job deserters, I guess.

What do you think makes them want to run from the Grim Reaper Staffing Association?

Never thought about it.

They might just be bored with their jobs,

or they might have some special reason.

Well, I suppose I can understand.

We used to be human, after all.

Humans who commit suicide are turned into grim reapers as punishment,

then worked to the bone until the day we're forgiven,

endlessly gazing at death like this.

It's pretty depressing for us suicides to have to hear people

regretting their deaths and thirsting for life day in and day out, huh?

You don't look the least bit depressed.

Yep, I'm having more fun now than I did when I was alive! Maybe it's my divine calling?

Nothing divine about grim reapers.

Welcome back, sir.

You've certainly...

made a lot of mischief.

Heinrich, get a doctor.

And draw a bath, too.

Yes, sir.

It's been a long time since I've seen you.

Indeed it has, my friend!

Who is this?

This is Phantomhive's son.

I knew it!

It's an honour to meet you, Lord Phantomhive.

I appreciate the hospitality.

I can see your father in you.

I apologize for my appearance.

It's so big!

This is one of several castles held by the Weizsäcker barony.

I'm afraid it's rather small compared to the main castle,

but please do make yourselves at home.

Small?!

You're a sheltered rich boy, huh?

Says the pot to the kettle.

Let's show our guests to their rooms.

At once.

Please bring the injured man this way.

This way, please.

We'll bring you fresh clothes right away.

Heinrich, allow us to help as well.

Thank you.

The doctor will be here soon. Please hold on just a little longer.

We're here, and Wolfram seems to have pulled through. That's a relief.

Yes.

This may sting a bit, but please bear with it.

Pardon me, my lord.

I wonder how much of this Her Majesty anticipated.

Did she really send us here to investigate the mysterious deaths?

Or did she expect us to find German military secrets when she gave those orders?

Who knows? A queen's thoughts are beyond a mere butler's understanding.

But one thing is clear:

Germany's toxic gas and tank development is at a high level.

That, and England has also acquired those same things.

I believe the future will be very interesting.

All right, close your eyes.

Hmph. "Interesting" isn't the word.

Truly, humans change at dizzying speed.

And yet...

You haven't grown any taller. Why is that, I wonder?

I'll take none of that from you. You haven't changed in centuries.

Undertaker?

He was here recently.

What?

What was he doing in Germany?

He said he had business in France and decided to stop by.

I had no idea he was involved in the sinking of that luxury liner.

France?

Do you have any idea where he is?

No, I don't.

But...

I haven't seen you in a long time, Diederich.

Not since his funeral, I think.

You don't come to England much anymore.

Is that because the earl is gone?

Or because your body is harder to mov—

I couldn't hold it in!

What the devil are you here for?!

It's just that you've changed so much.

Humans do change in such little time, don't they?

You used to be so thin.

Leave it out.

We'll probably have to special order your coffin.