Bard: Master, why did you agree to take in such a useless idiot?
Ciel: You're one to talk, Bald.
It didn't seem like such a bad idea...
Madam Red: Oh, Ciel darling, I have a problem. Grell is hopelessly incompetent.
Could you do me a tiny favor and have Sebastian train him to be a decent butler?
Can't refuse your favorite aunt, can you?
Ciel: I thought Sebastian would be the only one inconvenienced.
I never expected that I would be affected by it as well...
Tanaka: Ho ho ho.
Grell: I'm so sorry for causing all this trouble...
I simply don't know how I can apologize enough.
Wait, that's it! The only thing I can do now is die!
I shall atone with my death!
Bard: Whoa, calm down a second!
Mey-Rin: Um, should we take the knife away?
Sebastian: There is no need for that.
Just think of the horrible mess you would make; it'd take hours to clean up all of the blood.
Grell: Thank you Sebastian, you're so very kind...
Bard: That was kind?
Sebastian: Now what I'd like to know, is how you could ever think it was acceptable to serve the master such weak tea.
Watch me, a spoonful for each person and one more for the pot.
Finally, add half a pint of boiling water and let it steep until dark.
Master, are you ready? It is almost time.
I have the carriage waiting for you in the front drive now.
Ciel: Fine.
Sebastian: As for the rest of you, I want this place absolutely spotless, understand?
Grell, perhaps you should just sit there and relax so you don't cause any more trouble.
Oh, and, if you do decide to seek your eternal rest, please see to it outside, would you? And try not make too big a mess.
Grell: What generosity... What great kindness...
- Opening -
His Butler, Omnipotent
Paper boy: Get your paper here! All the latest news!
Prostitute mysteriously murdered!
Store Clerk: Mm? Oh hello, boy. Did your father send you for something?
Sebastian: Actually, he's here on his own business. We need to pick this up.
Store Clerk: Oh, you're here for that walking stick.
I was wondering who'd have a use for one as short as this.
Naturally, I didn't think a chil--
Sebastian: Straight as an arrow. A magnificent stick indeed, good sir.
Keep the change. Good day.
Ciel: That ridiculous strength of Finny's is a menace.
How could someone accidentally break a walking stick?
It's a pain to special-order a new one.
Sebastian: Certainly, what a pity to go to all that trouble.
You haven't even had a growth spurt in years.
And speaking of trouble, I don't know how well Grell is going to work out.
We shouldn't stay away for too long.
Little boy: Look, Mama, it's the brand-new rabbit toy from Funtom, see!
Grell: The Funtom Company... The maker of toys and confection has grown rapidly in the last three years.
And this estate testifies to the company's prosperity!
The manor is magnificent, don't you think?
Bard: You know, it's only been around for about two years now.
Grell: What? But it looks so stately and dignified...
Tanaka: Of course it does. That was the intention.
Finny: Look it's the Real Tanaka!
Mey-Rin: We haven't seem him in months!
Tanaka: This manor was specifically built to be an exact replica of the previous one.
It is identical in every single detail, from the window panes to the stairways, even the cracks in the pillars.
Grell: Identical?
Tanaka: The original Phantomhive manor burned down three years ago.
The entire estate was engulfed in flames. It was a great tragedy...
Grell: Oh, oh I see.
Forgive me for asking, but Master Ciel's parents, did they...?
Tanaka: Yes. Sadly, they both perished in the fire.
Grell: How terrible, that poor boy!
Ah! Oh no, Tanaka!
Bard: His energy and stamina levels are way below a normal person's.
Being real Tanaka exhausts him. He just needs to rest himself for a while.
Grell: Oh, that's interesting.
Mey-Rin screeches: Waahhh!
Grell: Wha--?!
Bard: Why are they all skulls?!
Grell: No, not again! I've made yet another unacceptable mistake!
I can't go on any longer!
Bard: Quit tryin' to die all the time!
Grell: But I have to! It's the only way to redeem my honor!
No!
B&M&F: Grell!
Sebastian: I'm sure you're tired, master. I'll prepare tea for you immediately.
What's the matter?
Ciel: My mansion...!
Sebastian: What happened to this place?
Why, it's a disaster!
Servants: Sebastian!
Sebastian!
Sebastian: What is going on here?
And why on Earth are you all dressed like lunatics?
Bard: She's crazy! Crazy...!
Ciel: Who is crazy?
Grell makes strangled noises: Ahgara...!
Ciel: What are you doing now?!
Grell: At the moment, I believe I'm in the process of dying, Master Ciel...
Ciel: Get him down, Sebastian.
Sebastian: Yes, sir.
Elizabeth: Ciel!
Ciel, you're back! I missed you so much!
Ciel: Elizabeth! What a surprise!
Elizabeth: Aw, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me "Lizzie"!
Oh, you really are just the cutest thing ever, aren't you darling boy!
I could just eat you up!
Sebastian: Lady Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Oh, hello, Sebastian. How are you?
Aww, you took him down?
Sebastian: Yes. He detracted from the beauty of the room.
Elizabeth: But I made such a lovely decoration out of him!
Sebastian: A decoration?
Elizabeth: Yes! Just look at it all, isn't the salon so cute now?!
Ciel: Ugh, my mansion... It's so pink...
Elizabeth: From now on only the cutest things belong in the Phantomhive manor! Hah!
Don't you agree, Antoinette?
Tanaka: Ho ho ho.
Sebastian: Oh, and Tanaka...
Elizabeth: And I have a present for you, too.
Sebastian: Ah?
Elizabeth: Here.
You're always dressed in black. I thought this would be a nice change! What do you think, hm?
Sebastian: I am deeply honored that you went to so much trouble for a humble servant.
Your generosity overwhelms me.
Elizabeth: Happy to help!
Ciel: In any event Lizzie, what are you doing here? Auntie didn't let you come alone.
Elizabeth: I sneaked away because I wanted to see you, silly!
Ciel: You sneaked away?!
Don't you think you'll get into trouble?
Grell: Ehm, Sebastian, who is this girl?
Sebastian: She is the daughter of the Marquess of Scotney, her full christian name is Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford of Scotney.
Grell: Scotney? Ethel Elizabeth Cordel...
Sebastian: She is actually my young master's betrothed of several years.
Grell: Ah, his fiancee, yes of course...Eh!
Bard: Master...
Finny: ...marrying...
Mey-Rin: ...her?!
Sebastian: Lady Elizabeth is of a nobility, after all. She is the daughter of a marquess.
Nobles marry other nobles, that is how it works.
Elizabeth: Oh, I know! Now that the manor is decorated so prettily, why do we have a ball tonight?
You can be my escort and we'll dance around all night long!
Isn't that a wonderful idea?
Ciel: A ball? No!
Elizabeth: You'll wear the clothes I picked out for you, won't you?
Pretty please! They'll be so cute on you!
Ciel: Listen, I don't want to--
Elizabeth: And of course I'll be dressed to the nines as well!
You come with me, I want to make you even cuter than you already are!
Ciel: Wait, I said no ball!
Sebastian: I believe the wisest course of action is to go along with her plan.
I don't think she is going to listen to reason.
Ciel: Can't you just give her some tea or something and get her out of here?
I don't have time for a stupid ball.
Sebastian: My lord, Lady Elizabeth would like a dance, you cannot refuse her.
Master?
Ciel: What now?
Sebastian: I know I've never seen you dance before, but I assume that you can?
Oh I see...
Well, that explains why you're always such a wallflower at social engagements.
Ciel: I have too much work to do. I don't have time to waste on dancing.
Sebastian: With all due respect, dancing is a necessary skill for a person of your position to possess.
In your line of work, master, social contracts are important to maintain.
The world expects any noble gentlemen to possess at least rudimentary dance skills.
If you turn down too many invitations simply because you cannot dance, your reputation in high society will suffer greatly.
Ciel: Fine, I'll do it! Now stop the lecture.
Call me in a private tutor or something. Mrs. Bright or Mrs. Rodkin should work well enough...
Sebastian: We don't have sufficient time to call in a tutor for you, my lord.
There's only one option: With your permission, I will be your dance instructor.
Ciel: Don't be ridiculous! I'm not going to take dancing instruction from a man!
Besides, do you even know how to dance?
Sebastian: The Viennese waltz is my specialty. I was a guest at Schonbrunn Palace in Vienna from time to time.
Now if you would do me the honor, my lady. May I have this dance?
- Intermission -
Sebastian: Let's begin. To lead, you start the first step on your heel.
Be sure to keep your hand firmly upon the lady's back.
When the music starts, lead with your left foot.
Now.
Next, we'll try a natural turn.
Slide your foot forward, like this.
Your natural ability for dancing isn't so much lacking, as it is non-existent, my lord.
You cannot simply cling for dear life onto your dance partner.
Ciel: You're too tall, it's not working!
Sebastian: Most importantly, you need to wipe that gloomy look off of your face.
The lady will take it as an insult.
Now, let's have a smile. Pretend it's fun.
Ciel: Let me go!
Sebastian: Master...
Ciel: I can't smile... I forgot how...
I don't know how to pretend like I'm having fun... not anymore.
Grell: How... awful! This is the most humiliating outfit ever!
Bard: I think you're going to have to make peace with it.
Grell: This dress... it's atrocious, so white and girly and frilly...
If I have to dress up, why can't it be in a sexy shade of red with a waistline that would flatter my figure?
Bard: That's your problem with it?!
Grell: I can't live with a shame as deep as this...
No! I'd rather die!
Err... y-you aren't going to try to stop me this time?
Elizabeth: Blue is definitely Ciel's color! It will look so good on him!
You should see the clothes I found, I got them today in London, they're great!
He'll look dashing!
Now, time to get you dressed up. I'll make you look so adorable!
Mey-Rin: I'm really farsighted, I can't see anything without my glasses, my lady!
Elizabeth: You don't have to see the ball to have fun.
Now hand those over, silly!
Mey-Rin: No, no, no! Please!
Ciel: Leave her alone.
Elizabeth: Ciel! You look adorable!
That outfit is absolutely perfect!
Ciel, why aren't you wearing the ring I brought you?
It matches your clothing perfectly, now where did it go?
Ciel: The ring I already have on will work.
Elizabeth: No! I went to so much trouble and that ring isn't cute at all!
Oh, why wouldn't you wear the ring that I picked out specially for you?! You're so cruel!
I just want everything to be perfect for our lovely--
Ciel: That's not it. Lizzie, this ring is--
Elizabeth: Ha! Fooled you!
It's mine now!
Ciel: Lizzie.
Elizabeth: This is far too big for you! The one I bought will fit perfectly. Just put it on, and...
Ciel: Give it back!
Give me that ring, now, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Wh-Why are you so angry at me? I just... wanted...
What's wrong...? I just wanted to make everything look adorable, that's all...
So why... why are you so angry?!
I hate this ring! Take it!
Sebastian: Master...
You forgot the walking stick we went to so much trouble to get.
Forgive my master, Lady Elizabeth, but that ring was something very important to him.
It's a precious heirloom passed down to the head of the Phantomhive family.
He's grown quite attached to it; it's truly one-of-a-kind.
Please try to understand, why this upset him.
I-It was that important... and I just destroyed it?
Oh Ciel, please, I...
Ciel, wait, what are you doing?!
It doesn't matter. It was nothing but an old ring after all.
Even without it... I'm still the head of the Phantomhives, and that won't change!
How long are you going to cry?
I-I'm so sorry...
Your face is a mess, completely unsuitable for a lady.
How could I possibly ask a lady with a runny nose and puffy eyes to dance?
To dance?
He's incredible!
He plays the violin.
Is there anything he can't do?
Ah, I'll join him!
What the hell?! He can actually sing?!
So then, we are agreed?
We'll forget our cares and dance the night away. It's decided.
Yes!
Don't worry. I'll make sure she gets home safely. You can count on me.
Are you sure?
Indeed. I'm more deadly efficient than I appear.☆
Thank you so much, Sebastian.
I'm in your debt, you've taught a lot about what it means to be a butler!
They say that before a person dies, his life flashes before him.
And I know that when I see the light of death, this momentous evening is what will appear to me in my dying vision.
Humph, interesting that you would say that.
That's true. He hasn't been very good at dying so far, has he?
Hohohoho...
It's finally over... What a horrible day it's been...
You seemed to be enjoying yourself for a while there, my lord.
Don't be so foolish.
Am I the fool here?
I know the importance of this ring. And yet you put on that act for Lady Elizabeth...
If I couldn't do much for my master, well then what kind of butler would I be?
But you should take care. It is precious, this ring. It has seen so much.
That is true... It's always there.
This ring has seen the deaths of many masters.
My grandfather, my father, and eventually the ring will witness my own death as well.
It's heard the dying screams of the Phantomhive family for generation upon generation.
When I close my eyes, I hear them too... voices echoing in my head...
"If I throw the ring away, I won't have to listen to them screaming anymore."
At least that's what I believed.
Ridiculous, yes?
My, look how high the moon has risen.
You must get some rest, sir. Don't want to make yourself ill, do you?
Sebastian.
Stay with me until I fall asleep.
Goodness... are you displaying weakness in front of me now?
Just a simple order.
I will stay here. I'm by your side forever, master.
Until the end...
I'm still the head of the Phantomhives, and that won't change!
Stay with me.
Now... I must prepare for tomorrow.
- Ending -
The mysterious prostitute murders are getting out of hand.
Unfortunately, in order to solve them, my master may have to do something with which he is not quite at ease.
Now, now, my lord, don't be shy. You look quite fetching in a dress.
Remember, it's for a good cause, after all.
Besides, you'll have to admit, it's pretty comfortable.
Next time on Black Butler: "His Butler, Capricious."
Oh dear, oh dear oh dear.
B&M&F: What?
Grell: Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!
Finny: Ahhh! Hot! Hot, hot, hot, hot!
Grell: I'm so, so sorry! I'll wipe it off!
Bard: Master, why did you agree to take in such a useless idiot?
Ciel: You're one to talk, Bald.
It didn't seem like such a bad idea...
Madam Red: Oh, Ciel darling, I have a problem. Grell is hopelessly incompetent.
Could you do me a tiny favor and have Sebastian train him to be a decent butler?
Can't refuse your favorite aunt, can you?
Ciel: I thought Sebastian would be the only one inconvenienced.
I never expected that I would be affected by it as well...
Tanaka: Ho ho ho.
Grell: I'm so sorry for causing all this trouble...
I simply don't know how I can apologize enough.
Wait, that's it! The only thing I can do now is die!
I shall atone with my death!
Bard: Whoa, calm down a second!
Mey-Rin: Um, should we take the knife away?
Sebastian: There is no need for that.
Just think of the horrible mess you would make; it'd take hours to clean up all of the blood.
Grell: Thank you Sebastian, you're so very kind...
Bard: That was kind?
Sebastian: Now what I'd like to know, is how you could ever think it was acceptable to serve the master such weak tea.
Watch me, a spoonful for each person and one more for the pot.
Finally, add half a pint of boiling water and let it steep until dark.
Master, are you ready? It is almost time.
I have the carriage waiting for you in the front drive now.
Ciel: Fine.
Sebastian: As for the rest of you, I want this place absolutely spotless, understand?
Grell, perhaps you should just sit there and relax so you don't cause any more trouble.
Oh, and, if you do decide to seek your eternal rest, please see to it outside, would you? And try not make too big a mess.
Grell: What generosity... What great kindness...
- Opening -
His Butler, Omnipotent
Paper boy: Get your paper here! All the latest news!
Prostitute mysteriously murdered!
Store Clerk: Mm? Oh hello, boy. Did your father send you for something?
Sebastian: Actually, he's here on his own business. We need to pick this up.
Store Clerk: Oh, you're here for that walking stick.
I was wondering who'd have a use for one as short as this.
Naturally, I didn't think a chil--
Sebastian: Straight as an arrow. A magnificent stick indeed, good sir.
Keep the change. Good day.
Ciel: That ridiculous strength of Finny's is a menace.
How could someone accidentally break a walking stick?
It's a pain to special-order a new one.
Sebastian: Certainly, what a pity to go to all that trouble.
You haven't even had a growth spurt in years.
And speaking of trouble, I don't know how well Grell is going to work out.
We shouldn't stay away for too long.
Little boy: Look, Mama, it's the brand-new rabbit toy from Funtom, see!
Grell: The Funtom Company... The maker of toys and confection has grown rapidly in the last three years.
And this estate testifies to the company's prosperity!
The manor is magnificent, don't you think?
Bard: You know, it's only been around for about two years now.
Grell: What? But it looks so stately and dignified...
Tanaka: Of course it does. That was the intention.
Finny: Look it's the Real Tanaka!
Mey-Rin: We haven't seem him in months!
Tanaka: This manor was specifically built to be an exact replica of the previous one.
It is identical in every single detail, from the window panes to the stairways, even the cracks in the pillars.
Grell: Identical?
Tanaka: The original Phantomhive manor burned down three years ago.
The entire estate was engulfed in flames. It was a great tragedy...
Grell: Oh, oh I see.
Forgive me for asking, but Master Ciel's parents, did they...?
Tanaka: Yes. Sadly, they both perished in the fire.
Grell: How terrible, that poor boy!
Ah! Oh no, Tanaka!
Bard: His energy and stamina levels are way below a normal person's.
Being real Tanaka exhausts him. He just needs to rest himself for a while.
Grell: Oh, that's interesting.
Mey-Rin screeches: Waahhh!
Grell: Wha--?!
Bard: Why are they all skulls?!
Grell: No, not again! I've made yet another unacceptable mistake!
I can't go on any longer!
Bard: Quit tryin' to die all the time!
Grell: But I have to! It's the only way to redeem my honor!
No!
B&M&F: Grell!
Sebastian: I'm sure you're tired, master. I'll prepare tea for you immediately.
What's the matter?
Ciel: My mansion...!
Sebastian: What happened to this place?
Why, it's a disaster!
Servants: Sebastian!
Sebastian!
Sebastian: What is going on here?
And why on Earth are you all dressed like lunatics?
Bard: She's crazy! Crazy...!
Ciel: Who is crazy?
Grell makes strangled noises: Ahgara...!
Ciel: What are you doing now?!
Grell: At the moment, I believe I'm in the process of dying, Master Ciel...
Ciel: Get him down, Sebastian.
Sebastian: Yes, sir.
Elizabeth: Ciel!
Ciel, you're back! I missed you so much!
Ciel: Elizabeth! What a surprise!
Elizabeth: Aw, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me "Lizzie"!
Oh, you really are just the cutest thing ever, aren't you darling boy!
I could just eat you up!
Sebastian: Lady Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Oh, hello, Sebastian. How are you?
Aww, you took him down?
Sebastian: Yes. He detracted from the beauty of the room.
Elizabeth: But I made such a lovely decoration out of him!
Sebastian: A decoration?
Elizabeth: Yes! Just look at it all, isn't the salon so cute now?!
Ciel: Ugh, my mansion... It's so pink...
Elizabeth: From now on only the cutest things belong in the Phantomhive manor! Hah!
Don't you agree, Antoinette?
Tanaka: Ho ho ho.
Sebastian: Oh, and Tanaka...
Elizabeth: And I have a present for you, too.
Sebastian: Ah?
Elizabeth: Here.
You're always dressed in black. I thought this would be a nice change! What do you think, hm?
Sebastian: I am deeply honored that you went to so much trouble for a humble servant.
Your generosity overwhelms me.
Elizabeth: Happy to help!
Ciel: In any event Lizzie, what are you doing here? Auntie didn't let you come alone.
Elizabeth: I sneaked away because I wanted to see you, silly!
Ciel: You sneaked away?!
Don't you think you'll get into trouble?
Grell: Ehm, Sebastian, who is this girl?
Sebastian: She is the daughter of the Marquess of Scotney, her full christian name is Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford of Scotney.
Grell: Scotney? Ethel Elizabeth Cordel...
Sebastian: She is actually my young master's betrothed of several years.
Grell: Ah, his fiancee, yes of course...Eh!
Bard: Master...
Finny: ...marrying...
Mey-Rin: ...her?!
Sebastian: Lady Elizabeth is of a nobility, after all. She is the daughter of a marquess.
Nobles marry other nobles, that is how it works.
Elizabeth: Oh, I know! Now that the manor is decorated so prettily, why do we have a ball tonight?
You can be my escort and we'll dance around all night long!
Isn't that a wonderful idea?
Ciel: A ball? No!
Elizabeth: You'll wear the clothes I picked out for you, won't you?
Pretty please! They'll be so cute on you!
Ciel: Listen, I don't want to--
Elizabeth: And of course I'll be dressed to the nines as well!
You come with me, I want to make you even cuter than you already are!
Ciel: Wait, I said no ball!
Sebastian: I believe the wisest course of action is to go along with her plan.
I don't think she is going to listen to reason.
Ciel: Can't you just give her some tea or something and get her out of here?
I don't have time for a stupid ball.
Sebastian: My lord, Lady Elizabeth would like a dance, you cannot refuse her.
Master?
Ciel: What now?
Sebastian: I know I've never seen you dance before, but I assume that you can?
Oh I see...
Well, that explains why you're always such a wallflower at social engagements.
Ciel: I have too much work to do. I don't have time to waste on dancing.
Sebastian: With all due respect, dancing is a necessary skill for a person of your position to possess.
In your line of work, master, social contracts are important to maintain.
The world expects any noble gentlemen to possess at least rudimentary dance skills.
If you turn down too many invitations simply because you cannot dance, your reputation in high society will suffer greatly.
Ciel: Fine, I'll do it! Now stop the lecture.
Call me in a private tutor or something. Mrs. Bright or Mrs. Rodkin should work well enough...
Sebastian: We don't have sufficient time to call in a tutor for you, my lord.
There's only one option: With your permission, I will be your dance instructor.
Ciel: Don't be ridiculous! I'm not going to take dancing instruction from a man!
Besides, do you even know how to dance?
Sebastian: The Viennese waltz is my specialty. I was a guest at Schonbrunn Palace in Vienna from time to time.
Now if you would do me the honor, my lady. May I have this dance?
- Intermission -
Sebastian: Let's begin. To lead, you start the first step on your heel.
Be sure to keep your hand firmly upon the lady's back.
When the music starts, lead with your left foot.
Now.
Next, we'll try a natural turn.
Slide your foot forward, like this.
Your natural ability for dancing isn't so much lacking, as it is non-existent, my lord.
You cannot simply cling for dear life onto your dance partner.
Ciel: You're too tall, it's not working!
Sebastian: Most importantly, you need to wipe that gloomy look off of your face.
The lady will take it as an insult.
Now, let's have a smile. Pretend it's fun.
Ciel: Let me go!
Sebastian: Master...
Ciel: I can't smile... I forgot how...
I don't know how to pretend like I'm having fun... not anymore.
Grell: How... awful! This is the most humiliating outfit ever!
Bard: I think you're going to have to make peace with it.
Grell: This dress... it's atrocious, so white and girly and frilly...
If I have to dress up, why can't it be in a sexy shade of red with a waistline that would flatter my figure?
Bard: That's your problem with it?!
Grell: I can't live with a shame as deep as this...
No! I'd rather die!
Err... y-you aren't going to try to stop me this time?
Elizabeth: Blue is definitely Ciel's color! It will look so good on him!
You should see the clothes I found, I got them today in London, they're great!
He'll look dashing!
Now, time to get you dressed up. I'll make you look so adorable!
Mey-Rin: I'm really farsighted, I can't see anything without my glasses, my lady!
Elizabeth: You don't have to see the ball to have fun.
Now hand those over, silly!
Mey-Rin: No, no, no! Please!
Ciel: Leave her alone.
Elizabeth: Ciel! You look adorable!
That outfit is absolutely perfect!
Ciel, why aren't you wearing the ring I brought you?
It matches your clothing perfectly, now where did it go?
Ciel: The ring I already have on will work.
Elizabeth: No! I went to so much trouble and that ring isn't cute at all!
Oh, why wouldn't you wear the ring that I picked out specially for you?! You're so cruel!
I just want everything to be perfect for our lovely--
Ciel: That's not it. Lizzie, this ring is--
Elizabeth: Ha! Fooled you!
It's mine now!
Ciel: Lizzie.
Elizabeth: This is far too big for you! The one I bought will fit perfectly. Just put it on, and...
Ciel: Give it back!
Give me that ring, now, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Wh-Why are you so angry at me? I just... wanted...
What's wrong...? I just wanted to make everything look adorable, that's all...
So why... why are you so angry?!
I hate this ring! Take it!
Sebastian: Master...
You forgot the walking stick we went to so much trouble to get.
Forgive my master, Lady Elizabeth, but that ring was something very important to him.
It's a precious heirloom passed down to the head of the Phantomhive family.
He's grown quite attached to it; it's truly one-of-a-kind.
Please try to understand, why this upset him.
I-It was that important... and I just destroyed it?
Oh Ciel, please, I...
Ciel, wait, what are you doing?!
It doesn't matter. It was nothing but an old ring after all.
Even without it... I'm still the head of the Phantomhives, and that won't change!
How long are you going to cry?
I-I'm so sorry...
Your face is a mess, completely unsuitable for a lady.
How could I possibly ask a lady with a runny nose and puffy eyes to dance?
To dance?
He's incredible!
He plays the violin.
Is there anything he can't do?
Ah, I'll join him!
What the hell?! He can actually sing?!
So then, we are agreed?
We'll forget our cares and dance the night away. It's decided.
Yes!
Don't worry. I'll make sure she gets home safely. You can count on me.
Are you sure?
Indeed. I'm more deadly efficient than I appear.☆
Thank you so much, Sebastian.
I'm in your debt, you've taught a lot about what it means to be a butler!
They say that before a person dies, his life flashes before him.
And I know that when I see the light of death, this momentous evening is what will appear to me in my dying vision.
Humph, interesting that you would say that.
That's true. He hasn't been very good at dying so far, has he?
Hohohoho...
It's finally over... What a horrible day it's been...
You seemed to be enjoying yourself for a while there, my lord.
Don't be so foolish.
Am I the fool here?
I know the importance of this ring. And yet you put on that act for Lady Elizabeth...
If I couldn't do much for my master, well then what kind of butler would I be?
But you should take care. It is precious, this ring. It has seen so much.
That is true... It's always there.
This ring has seen the deaths of many masters.
My grandfather, my father, and eventually the ring will witness my own death as well.
It's heard the dying screams of the Phantomhive family for generation upon generation.
When I close my eyes, I hear them too... voices echoing in my head...
"If I throw the ring away, I won't have to listen to them screaming anymore."
At least that's what I believed.
Ridiculous, yes?
My, look how high the moon has risen.
You must get some rest, sir. Don't want to make yourself ill, do you?
Sebastian.
Stay with me until I fall asleep.
Goodness... are you displaying weakness in front of me now?
Just a simple order.
I will stay here. I'm by your side forever, master.
Until the end...
I'm still the head of the Phantomhives, and that won't change!
Stay with me.
Now... I must prepare for tomorrow.
- Ending -
The mysterious prostitute murders are getting out of hand.
Unfortunately, in order to solve them, my master may have to do something with which he is not quite at ease.
Now, now, my lord, don't be shy. You look quite fetching in a dress.
Remember, it's for a good cause, after all.
Besides, you'll have to admit, it's pretty comfortable.
Next time on Black Butler: "His Butler, Capricious."
You see, I am simply one hell of a butler.