01x10 - His Butler, Assenting

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Arden...

I summon you, Sebastian!

As an English gentleman,

you must follow
the rules of etiquette at a tea party!

We just...

wanted to protect...

That is why we...

k*lled Derrick.

You're... Undertaker!

You k*lled Master Derrick

and asked the Aurora Society
to resurrect him.

You went to this much trouble

to protect what exactly?

What are you doing!

Derrick?

This is what the line

"robbed of his light"
meant in the poem we received.

Derrick Arden's lustrous achievements

were all fake.

His skills in cricket, embroidery,

writing papers, poetry,
and everything else.

He robbed people of their talents
using despicable methods

just to make himself shine.

He was doing that for all four years

he was here.

You guys go back to your rooms.

Thank you.

I should have known,
when you were not able to

decipher that poem.

Oh man... Now the secret's out.

I only had one more year to go too.

ORIGINAL WORK BY YANA TOBOSO

{\an8}I'm the heir to a famous dukedom,
you know?

Apparently, our family

have been prefects here
generation after generation.

My parents keep nagging about that.

It's really annoying.

They just threw me into a public school
that I didn't even want to go to.

How dare you?!

The least you could do
is let me blow off some steam.

To compensate for that,
my dad donates a considerably

larger amount than all of you.

Stop fooling around!

We will have the vice-headmaster
report this to the headmaster.

You'd better be prepared
for a rightful punishment.

Did you hear that?

Vice-headmaster Agares!

What is going on here?

Why are you here?

I understand the situation.

Derrick Arden and the four of you

will receive 2Y for being out at night.

I'm very sorry about that.

For being out at night?

That's not right.

Vice-headmaster,
they are guilty of bullying!

We must tell the headmaster tomorrow...

The prefects this year are so rude.

Are you talking back to me,
the vice-headmaster?

I... I didn't mean to...

Very well then.

You are dismissed.

I see.

Even the vice-headmaster was
in cahoots with Derrick.

What am I supposed to do?
How can I stop them?

Ugh, I don't look forward

to becoming a prefect myself next year.

This is no good.

As long as they exist...

they will continue to undermine
the traditions of this school.

We can't let that happen.

After all...

Traditions are absolute!

He's not breathing.

It's...

all my fault...

What have I done?

Calm down, Greenhill. It was meant to be.

Actually... There was no other option.

That's right... But what should we do?

At this rate,
Greenhill will take the blame.

I have an idea.
Will you let me handle this?

No!

I don't want you guys
to become criminals too.

You aren't the only prefect.

That's right.
Prefects must protect the school.

If this crime is what it takes,
we will proudly share the responsibility.

You guys...

All of this is for

the sake of Weston College.

The headmaster has gone
on a trip around the world

and will be back next fall, apparently.

So we have no choice
but to take care of it ourselves.

Will it really work out?

The resurrection seems to be going well.
There's nothing to worry about.

I hope so.

We will be able to protect this school.

In order to uphold
our tradition and discipline,

we had no other choice.

We don't want to tarnish the school's
reputation by making a big fuss.

You understand, right?

Phantomhive.

How can you say that
after murdering people?

I love it!

This was more than enough
to suffice as my performance fee.

Humans truly are incredibly tragic

and incredibly comical

and incredibly entertaining.

Oh, how rare.

That might be the only thing
we can agree on.

Our honorable school

has educated the elite who play
pivotal roles in our country's society.

We won't let our generation break
the traditions that have been

upheld for centuries.

The history of Weston College
is the history of Britain!

It's a fine line
between education and brainwashing.

They're basically enslaved by tradition.

It'll be a waste of time trying to
argue with people who have

spent six years like that.

I understand.

I was ordered to investigate this case
by a certain high-ranking individual.

Now that I know the truth,
I cannot keep it hidden.

But I will ask them to consider
your circumstances if they take action.

Well then, all that's left is you.
What are you here for?

I just received a hefty payment,

so I guess I can tell you
for old times' sake.

It didn't last long, but Derrick did
indeed have consciousness.

Something was clearly different from
the other moving corpses.

Or more like, something evolved.

How nice of you to say that.

That's right. Even the dead can evolve.

As long as they have the materials,
or "episodes."

Episodes?

You mean the fake memories
that you create?

You add those onto

people's memories, or cinematic records,

in order to create
moving corpses, don't you?

Wrong. You're close though.

It's not as sloppy as that.

The thing that is moving them right now

is their yearning for the future.

In their dying moments,
humans look back at their past.

Their life flashes before their eyes.

At the same time, they long for
the future they could have had.

They are just fragments,

but those fragments are "episodes."

What happens if we can
extract those episodes?

What happens if we can
obtain thousands of those episodes?

What happens if the total length

of those connected episodes
are longer than a cinematic record?

The fake memories that I create don't
compare to these memories of the future.

What would happen if we connected that
to a cinematic record?

Don't you think it would create

a remarkably human-like moving corpse?

The success rate is still low though.

It all depends on
the quantity and quality of the episodes.

I don't get it... Why are you doing this?

What is the point
in resurrecting the dead?

I just want to see what is beyond
the predetermined end.

Beyond the end?

Haven't you ever thought about it?

What if there is

a much more entertaining turn of events
waiting after the credits roll?

That is something we can't agree on.

Death is a hopeless and definite end,
and that is exactly why

it is beautiful.

This is all I can tell you
for this time's payment.

Well then, I don't want to be
sniffed out by troublesome people.

I'll be leaving now.

I won't let you get away again.

-Capture him, Sebastian!
-Yes.

So you were dead too,

Mr. Agares?

So that is why something
felt off that time.

His episodes were pretty substantial.

He's my masterpiece. For now.

Let's play...

cricket...

Christmas break...

They're Derrick's friends!

Run away! Get out of the garden! Hurry!

My legs...

Let's play... cricket...

Come!

He's a Phantomhive as well, but he's
so different from his predecessors.

How interesting.

You seem to be quite relaxed.

Did you think you could
stop me this easily?

You underestimate me.

I don't underestimate you.

It's just that...

we have different goals.

Don't tell me...

No.

He is closer
to the young master than I am.

In that case...

Protecting the young master
takes priority.

That's the butler I know.

Sebastian!

Keep on protecting the earl
with that same loyalty.

See you!

-Hey, Sebastian...
-Please, stay back.

Christmas break...

Sebastian! Why did you come over to me?

-I ordered you to capture...
-I'm under contract.

I must prioritize your life
over anything else.

After all I've done to raise it,

I won't let it be snatched away from me.

Oh... hey...

It may be better to let him sleep.

We are not yet done with

cleaning up after the tea party.

My goodness...

How am I going to explain this
to Her Majesty?

Why don't you tell her
exactly what happened?

"A despicable former Grim Reaper
is resurrecting the dead."

There's no way she will believe me.

Ciel!

Everyone has been evacuated and is safe.

Watch your step.

-We're done here too.
-Okay.

Ciel...

It scares me to think...

If I had stayed in this school
without knowing anything,

I may have

ended up like those prefects too.

I may have become a person

who could k*ll someone
and mistake it for justice.

Don't worry.

If that idea frightens you,

that means you're still normal.

Unlike me.

After this, I gave the queen
a detailed account of what happened.

The punishment given to the P4
was not imprisonment,

but expulsion from school.

Not out of mercy though.

A relative of the queen died

and it was due to a problem
he himself had created.

They didn't want
such a huge scandal to get out.

But for people like them, who chose
the school's traditions over a man's life,

this punishment may be worse than death.

People were told that Derrick
and his friends died in a boating accident

and their bodies were buried in secret.

A gag order was imposed
on everyone involved

and from the outside,

life at Weston College continues
as if nothing happened.

Look! It's the new P4!

They're so cool!

Resurrecting the dead?

I understand that it sounds unbelievable...

I wouldn't doubt anything you say.

It's a frightening ability
that can resurrect

and control the dead.

It may pose a threat to this country.

My little boy,

use that cute little nose of yours
to sniff out more information for me.

Of course.

I will report to you as soon as
I find out anything.

Welcome back. You must be tired.

I am.

I want to go home and eat something sweet.

I will prepare something
as soon as we get back.

Oh, that's right.

This was delivered as we were heading out.

It should occupy you until we get back.

Take care! I'll send you photos!

I don't need it.

Throw it in the trash.

Oh, are you sure you want to

throw away a letter from
a schoolmate without reading it?

It's fine.

I will never be going back to that
stuffy little bubble.

Is that so.

What is going on?

Young master and Sebastian! Welcome back!

"Welcome back!" says Emily.

The fence on Old Man Sam's farm broke!

Woah! Don't eat that!

"He's getting into the herb garden!"

says Wilde.

Hey! Stop that!

-Is something wrong?
-Nothing.

-A lawn is just a lawn, isn't it?
-You need to calm down.

I caught you!

Hurry and clean this mess up
and make me afternoon tea.

Stop it!

What should I make today?

Well, well...
The photo turned out quite nice.

Well then...

Why don't I bake him
an exceptionally sweet cake.

John,

thinking about moving corpses who feel
neither pain nor fear

frightens me.

What should I do if I am
attacked by such a monster?

I will protect you no matter what,
just as Prince Albert would have.

Thank you.

But you know...

I'm curious...

What if that monster became our ally?

That sounds much more wonderful.