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Thank you very much.
I hope I came out looking good.
Don’t worry.
You’re my beautiful wife; of course you looked perfect.
Thank you!
The end of the rondo is the time to die.
Regret has the scent of flames.
Kyaaah!
Ellen?
Ellen!
Ellen!
Ellen!
Here it comes! Here it comes!
Here it comes!
Aflame, death!
—–OP—–
For today’s afternoon tea, I have prepared green tea from the Kangra Valley with gooseberry and elderflower jelly.
It’s so-so.
If you are satisfied with the meal,
I have some work for you.
What?
Cases of spontaneous human combustion?
It has been happening quite often in London of late.
I heard there was another victim last night.
Yeah.
Her Majesty grieves because the citizens of London are spending their nights in fear.
Is something wrong?
“It is sad that such an unpleasant thing is happening again.
As before, I leave this matter to the discretion of the Dog and the Spider.”
What could this mean?
That a similar incident has occurred in the past, I suppose.
And this “Spider”?
I don’t understand. Or perhaps I should say: it’s not something I’ve been informed about.
Anyway, pondering such things won’t help.
We will relieve the Queen’s grief. That is our top priority.
We’re heading to London!
As you command.
Also, ensure that Madam Red knows nothing of this.
She likes cases of this sort.
I don’t need her prying into our business.
I do not believe that will be a problem.
An aspect of the Phantomhives’ past I don’t know about?
It is no wonder.
You had to assume responsibility for the Phantomhive household before the late head could tell you everything.
Well, I couldn’t ask for a better chance.
If I, the new family head, solve a case my father was involved in, news will spread in the underworld,
and they will undoubtedly make a move.
Do you intend to use yourself as bait?
I’ll drag the ones who hurt my pride and ruined my name out into the open, and punish them as they deserve.
I’ll go to any lengths.
What if you discover they are already dead?
In that case, I’ll tear apart their rotten flesh and scoop out the truth.
That is all.
That is my master.
Maybe it really is as people say: spontaneous combustion due to excessive alcohol intake.
We cannot rely on gossip. Look for some physical evidence!
Yes, Sir. Leave it to me!
Let’s go!
Yes, Sir!
It looks like you’re having a hard time, Lord Randall.
Ciel Phantomhive.
Would you mind updating me on the status of the investigation?
We haven’t made any progress worth mentioning.
Have you found any differences between this and the previous incidents?
This has happened before, right? There were cases similar to these?
So, you know about that.
You have just confirmed it. Thank you.
Would you mind showing me the records?
There is nothing left.
What?
Not that I would show you even if there was, of course.
There are no records left?
Scotland Yard will shed light on this case. We will find the cause, the culprit and any connections to the past incident.
There is no place for you here.
I wish that were so.
Let’s go, Sebasti…
Round, innocent eyes, unaware of this world’s impurities.
A tail that lends its cuteness an air of refinement.
Soft, rosy pads!
Inspector! I couldn’t find any valuable evidence.
Forgive me, Young Master.
It was such an adorable kitten, I just…
Hurry up, you cat freak!
Who was that?
The Queen’s Watchdog is back in London.
The Queen’s Watchdog?
Then, he is…
What do you intend to do now?
If the Yard is useless, then there is only one place to go.
Ah, Great Britain, indeed.
Wait. What the hell?
I can’t stand ya no more!
Thank you for watching.
Excellent. I never expected to see such perfectly-performed Japanese stand-up in this country.
I couldn’t have imagined this for a second.
He was just talking to himself.
You gave me a fine performance. I shall keep my word.
I want to see the corpses of the victims involved in this case!
Indeed.
Here they are, Earl.
I scraped this up at the crime scene.
They burned at such a high temperature, only ashes remained.
Young Master.
I’m Turner, the photographer.
You have my deepest sympathy.
I’ve brought you the last photograph I took of your wife.
To think she was so beautiful…
You have my condolences.
She really was beautiful.
Excuse me.
The material found in the ashes is identical to that which I gathered from the photographer and his partner:
Magnesium Oxide.
It is what usually remains after burning magnesium when using a flash in photography.
Photography, you say?
I also managed to gain information regarding its import from Mr Lau.
You’re sharp, Mr Butler.
Just the other day, magnesium was imported via the Docklands.
It’s going to be delivered to a photo studio.
They bought a shipload of magnesium. Quite a stock, I’d say.
So, what are you investigating?
So, what are you investigating?
So, what are you investigating?
That’s a little too much to use for flash photography.
Yes. Moreover, the victims have one thing in common:
they all had their wedding photos taken a few days before the incident,
at…
Turner Photographs.
Let’s go!
That couple know the truth.
Very well.
Wh–What are…
Just look at that ugly face of yours.
Marrying you forced me to give up any hope of living out a burning love story and finding happiness.
I won’t let you take photos of happy women any more!
This time, I’ll finally be happy, too!
That woman!
She is the photographer’s wife.
Happiness! Where is happiness?
Young Master!
She’s using that camera to start fires. Seize her, Sebastian!
Yes, my lord.
Red. I’ve seen that red before.
You are…
It’s been so long, death!
So, you were pulling the strings, Mr Grell.
The only string I’m pulling is the red string of fate that binds me to you, Seb—
How mean! Don’t be rough with me!
You challenged me first.
I just got excited and felt like slashing you. No need to get serious!
I was chasing that pig, too.
You were?
Is this weirdo an acquaintance of yours?
Oh?
He collects the souls of the dead.
He is a death god.
A death god? I didn’t know there were others like you around.
Hmm.
I suppose you came to collect the souls of this incident’s victims?
But now that I’ve met you, my work is at an end!
Now, it’s time for our aventure…
Hey! Hey, wait! Look at me!
We don’t have time to worry about this guy. Let’s go!
Yes.
Here I am!
Sebas-chan, if you want to hold me in your arms, cross these flam—
Excuse me.
Oh, wait for me, Sebas-chan!
Take the citizens to the windward side!
Yes, Sir!
This town does burn often.
I’m burning!
I have found you.
Oh, did she give you the slip?
Mr Grell, should you not attend to your own job?
I am a hunter of love; my job is to catch you.
Plus, I only have one soul to collect.
Only one?
Margaret Turner. After committing indiscriminate mass murder, she will burn herself to death at 12:05 a.m.
According to the record book, hers is the only soul I need to collect.
What about those who will perish in the flames?
You see? That woman’s victims are completely consumed, their souls included.
Where did she go?
Is she planning to burn everything down?
Be happy. Be happy.
Stop right there.
Are you here to stand in the way of my happiness?
Do you think doing all of this will help you find happiness?
It will! I was told it would!
Young Master!
When did that pig get up there?
A child could never understand my misfortune!
I had to marry a man I didn’t even like!
I want to live out a burning love story with a gorgeous man.
I’ll burn down everyone who gets in my way!
How foolish.
Fight instead of lamenting! Go forward instead of lingering in regret!
You’re just whining about your misfortune, and that makes you worse than a pig!
You gave up your future, lost your dreams, and were stained with despair.
Still, you are able to break away from your past and fight against the present without losing your nobility.
That is the soul I want to devour, Young Master.
Pig. Pig. Pig…
You called me a pig!
Well then, I should hurry.
I believe you said the lady would die at 12:05 a.m.
Wait. What are you going to do?
Seize that woman,
as the young master ordered.
But there’s no time left.
How could I be the Phantomhive butler if I could not even do this?
Shall we go then, Mr Grell?
Huh? Why me?
The young master is so unsociable, I do not feel he would make a good model.
However, with a subject such as yourself, I am sure we could take stunning photographs.
Then, I will show you my sexy shots!
I will roast whoever calls me a pig, be it a kid or my husband!
Are you still fooling around?
Come, Sebastian!
Yes, my lord.
What are you muttering to yourself?
What’s that?
My butler and a nutcase.
Huh?
Actually, I’m a death god, death!
Don’t get in my way!
Wh–Why? Why aren’t you burning?
How like a demon to use a death god as a decoy.
The more a woman is photographed, the more she matures, becoming redder and sweeter.
In other words, she becomes a ripe, scarlet fruit.
It’s coming! It’s coming out!
It’s overflowing. It’s oozing out of my every pore!
Yes. I am the Queen of Fruits!
The mangosteen of the death god world!
I would sink my teeth into that.
Please! Please!
You’re late.
I am so sorry.
I told you to burn!
Why?
If this is what the young master orders, then doing it becomes natural.
Wh–What are you people?
I am one hell of a butler.
I’m a mangosteen death god, death!
You will tell us the whole truth.
I was told that if I did this,
many gorgeous men would fall in love with me.
Who told you that?
Someone with golden eyes.
No way!
Her soul is burning, too!
A burning love! Happiness!
Wait! I still need to ask you—
Young Master!
Young Master, are you hurt?
I’m fine.
No way!
The soul I was supposed to collect was burned away.
I can’t believe it. This makes no sense!
I need to submit a report to Will. I’ll be satisfied with this.
Next time, let me take some night-time pictures of the two of us, Sebas-chan. Buh bye!
Young Master, you ordered me to seize that woman, but…
She was burned to ashes.
A woman, driven insane by greed, committed these horrible acts.
That is what I shall report to the Queen.
She wanted to be loved.
That single-minded desire can drive humans to such lengths, apparently.
Honestly! How pointless.
To do all that for such a shapeless, meaningless concept as love…
Ridiculous, is it not?
Yeah. Ridiculous.
Still,
not everything burned.
Investigate the Spider.
They may also be making a move on this case.
Yes.
—–ED—–
Young Master.
Young Master.
I apologise for disturbing your sleep.
Did you find anything?
I found some interesting documents on the shelves at the British Museum.
It seems that during the previous cases of spontaneous human combustion,
another executive organ under Her Majesty’s direct control moved independently from the Phantomhive household.
They seem to be a noble family that specialises in “cleaning up”.
Cleaning up?
Is that why the Yard had no records?
The previous family head died three years ago, but his son has apparently taken his place.
His name is Earl Trancy.
Earl Trancy?
On Her Majesty’s orders, we have had to undertake a dangerous train journey.
It would seem the time has come for me to show the incredible hardness of my thoroughly-trained, hidden parts.
Next time: “Terrorist Butler”.
How could I be the Phantomhive butler if I were incapable of providing hand-sewn sick bags?