01x01 - His Butler, at School

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We are a prestigious public school

that has been

conserved by tradition and discipline.

As an enrollee,

you must abide by the rules.

Ciel Phantomhive,

do you vow to protect

the laws of our school and adhere

to its traditions and discipline?

Yes.

ORIGINAL WORK BY YANA TOBOSO

Oh no! I'm going to be late!

Wait, please!

I made it

Weston College,

located by the River Thames,

is one of Britain's

most renowned public schools.

Its vast property hosts

a complex network of school buildings,

a Gothic chapel,

and four dormitories with rich history.

Students are bound by

strict rules that uphold tradition.

Life in the all-boys dormitories

and their high-level education

based on a unique curriculum

are said to raise them

into true gentlemen.

In order to obtain that status,

members of nobility

all try to enroll their sons

despite the extremely high tuition fees.

First impressions are important.

I'd better brace myself.

Seriously?

Look at that.

-Unbelievable!

-He stepped on the lawn.

He's not even one of the P4.

What is he thinking?

-He's getting a Y for sure.

-Oh

-What is

-Look!

They're here.

It's the Prefect Four!

Oh no!

-Uh-oh.

-That's what he gets.

He's going to hit me!

Your tie is crooked.

-What is your name?

-Phantomhive.

That doesn't sound familiar.

The headmaster mentioned that

a new student will be joining

the Blue House from today. Is that you?

Yes.

Article 48 of the Weston College

code of conduct states that

only prefects

and those granted permission by one

are allowed to cross the lawn.

Memorize the code of conduct

before enrolling.

-I am sorry

-Let's go inside already.

It's too sunny outside.

You'd better be careful next time,

Phantomhive.

You sure are lucky!

You're off the hook

even after entering the lawn!

Here. I'm McMillan.

I'm a first-year in the Blue House,

like you.

Oh, thank you.

By the way, everybody is talking about

"P4" and "Y," but what is that about?

Y is how they measure penalties.

For every Y you earn, you have to

transcribe a Latin poem 100 times.

What is P4?

Those four people from earlier.

Did you notice they were wearing

colored waistcoats?

At this school, only the prefects can wear

waistcoats made from

whatever fabric they like.

-"Prefects"?

-They're basically the head of the dorm.

The one in a red waistcoat

is the prefect of Scarlet Fox

where students

of particularly noble birth go.

His name is Edgar Redmond.

The one in a blue waistcoat

is the prefect of Sapphire Owl

where students who excel at studying go.

His name is Lawrence Bluewer.

The one in a green waistcoat is

the prefect of Green Lion, where students

who excel in martial arts and sports go.

His name is Herman Greenhill.

The one in a purple waistcoat

is the prefect of Violet Wolf

where students with artistic talent go.

His name is Gregory Violet.

They are the prefects of Weston College's

four historical dorms.

They're called P4 for short!

Oh, I admire them so much.

One day, I'll become a prefect myself

Just kidding!

Forbidding people from crossing the lawn

is such a counterproductive rule.

But it's tradition.

Oh no! We'll be late to class!

-Hurry! I don't want a Y!

-Yeah

I can't believe Collett took

a leave of absence out of the blue.

It must've been hectic for you,

being enrolled at such an unusual time.

I've been on the waiting list,

so I gladly got my things ready.

Whoever's last to react to that order

has to run errands for the upper-years.

What?

-The last one was the newbie, huh?

-Yes

Well then, once you finish polishing

the prefects' shoes, return to your dorm.

We will have a welcome party for you.

Congratulations on joining our dorm,

Phantomhive.

I hope you enjoy yourself.

Up you go!

-Up you go!

-How do you like

our dormitory's traditional welcome party?

Now that you are a member

of the Sapphire Owl,

you'd better further

devote yourself to studying.

-Throw him higher!

-Stop!

What is all this ruckus?

Don't make me give you a Y.

It's the housemaster!

Clayton, an upperclassman like you

should know better.

This is a tradition of our dormitory

My goodness

Tradition or not,

learn to do things in moderation.

You must be Phantomhive, the new student.

Welcome to Sapphire Owl.

I am Michaelis, the housemaster.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Michaelis.

I'm sorry you had to go through that

so soon after joining.

Are you hurt?

Thank you for your concern.

Although, I would have

appreciated it even more

if you had stopped them earlier.

It seems to be an initiation ritual,

so I didn't want to dampen the mood

by being too strict with them.

I am simply a housemaster.

By the way, Phantomhive.

You have been called

to the headmaster's office.

Your first day at school

is coming to an end.

How are you holding up, Phantomhive?

If you don't fit in at the Blue House,

you can always come to the Red House.

A person of your status is always welcome.

Only the headmaster has the authority

to decide a student's dorm.

There are no exceptions.

It doesn't make

much of a difference anyway.

We are a prestigious public school

that has been

conserved by tradition and discipline.

As an enrollee,

you must abide by the rules.

Normally, the headmaster

would give you some words of advice.

But as he is busy, I will instead.

I am Johann Agares, the vice headmaster.

The headmaster makes all the decisions

involving the school.

Those decisions have supremacy

over everything in this school.

And we, the prefects,

are entrusted with the duty of

self-governing the school.

We end up having to

do everyone's dirty work.

This school has been upholding

this tradition since its founding.

And

Tradition is absolute!

Ciel Phantomhive,

do you vow to protect the laws

of our school and adhere

to its traditions and discipline?

Yes.

Well then, sign here.

-Mr. Agares!

-Mr. Agares!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sign here.

Welcome to Weston College, Phantomhive.

We're glad to have you.

Well then, enjoy your school life.

Um! When will I be able to

meet the headmaster?

The headmaster is a busy man,

so he doesn't meet regular students.

The only ones who can

speak to the headmaster

are us, the prefects.

Regular students can't meet

the headmaster?

I guess the headmaster

is equivalent to an absolute monarch

in this school.

At public schools, boys,

usually between the ages of 13 and 18

live together in dormitories

and focus on academics.

Their entire lives are

regulated by the sound of bells.

A f*g?

Yeah, they're like apprentices

or younger brothers within the dorm.

After breakfast,

it's time to do your f*g duties.

It's a tradition unique to Weston,

where every underclassman is assigned

to care for one upper-year.

-Care for them?

-You clean their room.

Iron their uniforms,

prepare hot water bottles at night,

and stuff like that.

So you act like their butler?

Here's another bothersome tradition

Do prefects have f*gs too?

Of course! Clayton is the f*g

of Bluewer, the prefect of the Blue House.

Clayton? That guy, huh?

Unlike butlers,

f*gs are taken care of

by their upper-years at times too.

The closest thing I can compare it to

is an on-campus brotherhood.

-Brothers, huh?

-Oh, and also this.

The f*gs of prefects are a little special.

They can wear

the same dormitory flower as the P4

and receive permission to cross the lawn.

I heard they can also accompany the P4

to the midnight tea party

organized by the headmaster.

The midnight tea party

If I can attend that,

I can meet the headmaster.

But if only the P4

and their f*gs can attend,

it won't be easy.

I hope I can attend one day.

Just kidding!

I have no choice

I'll start by

asking him directly about

that student who won't come home.

Sorry to change the subject,

but do you know Derrick Arden,

the son of Duke Clemens?

I believe he's a student

of the Scarlet Fox.

-What?

-Phantomhive!

Becoming too close to people

from other dorms is frowned upon.

What? You sound like women

fighting over cliques.

Well, the dorms end up having to compete

with each other in one way or another.

But if I remember correctly,

that student was transferred from

the Red House to the Purple House

as a special case.

-Transferred?

-I don't know the details.

But I heard the headmaster ordered it.

The headmaster?

Anyway, you shouldn't stick your nose

into other dorms' businesses.

Especially the Violet Wolf.

What do you

-McMillan! It's f*g time.

-Yes!

He's my upper-year.

See you, Phantomhive!

What's up with that pose?

Anyway, I can't believe

Derrick's dormitory was changed.

For sure, something is up.

Phantomhive!

Clayton.

You clean the dining hall

until we assign you an upperclassman.

Huh? The dining hall?

This entire place?

That's right. And no cutting corners!

Sebastian.

At your service.

Apparently, Derrick transferred dorms.

I checked the directory,

and his name was, indeed,

under Violet Wolf.

He should be in the dorm now.

I will go, so you clean this place up.

Understood.

Well, then

Let's get to work.

What an exterior

They're not called the "eccentric dorm"

for nothing.

Whoa!

An outsider

-Outsider

-That's the Blue House emblem

Where did they come from?

Hey, what does a guy from that nerdy dorm

want from the Purple House?

This is no place for those

who can't do anything but study!

-Get out!

-Yeah, get out.

Get out, you outsider.

-Get out!

-Ouch!

-Get out!

-Get out of the Purple House!

Get out!

Next time, bring a thick dictionary

to protect your head, you nerd!

What is up with them?

What's all this fuss?

Violet.

Someone from the nerdy dorm came.

The newbie, huh?

That was a disaster.

My goodness, their hostility towards

other dorms is stronger than I thought.

Not only can I not meet the headmaster,

but I can't even meet Derrick.

Social ranks and money

have no power in this school.

Something as simple as gathering

information is hard for a regular student.

Which means, there is only

one way to get to the heart of the matter.

I must win the favor of the Prefect Four.

But how?

-All by himself? Wow

-How?

-Phantomhive!

-Yes?

Oh no! He knows I slacked off!

I prefer not to praise people that easily.

But I don't mind praising you today.

Huh?

Our old I mean,

our traditional dormitory dining hall

is unrecognizable.

Well done, Phantomhive!

Oh, it was nothing

He totally went overboard!

Mr. Michaelis!

What is the matter?

Please look at this dining hall!

Phantomhive cleaned it up!

My, my

Good work, Phantomhive.

What have you done?

It was nothing

Wait a second

That guy is Bluewer's f*g, isn't he?

I can use this to my advantage!

Who'd have thought?

In order to get closer to the prefects,

I'll use him.

I'm glad you approve of it.

Actually, I am quite good at housework.

Please ask me whenever you need help,

Clayton.

To my dear little boy,

what happened on the Campania

was very unfortunate.

I hope you are feeling better now

and enjoying your Easter.

As for me, I am not able to fully enjoy

my Easter holiday

from the heart,

because of something very concerning.

The object of my concern

is the son of my cousin, Duke Clemens.

His name is Derrick.

Derrick is a fifth-year student

at Weston College,

but for some reason, he hasn't

come home since last summer break.

He used to write letters every day,

but those stopped coming too.

Concerned,

his mother visited his dormitory,

but he refuses to come home.

If it was just him, we could dismiss it

as a rebellious phase.

But apparently, multiple other students

have not been coming home either.

What has happened to them?

With his only son acting like this,

Duke Clemens has been in low spirits.

I am terribly worried.

I hope that

all of those dear to me

will be able to enjoy Easter in peace,

as soon as possible.

Sincerely, Victoria.

So

"Investigate the reason why students

are not coming home from Weston College."

That is the order?

Public schools are independent

institutions that do not allow

any governmental intervention,

so they're hard to handle.

But more than that,

she probably just doesn't want

family matters to become public.

Worrying about public image

at a time like this

My goodness, humans will always be humans.

I would have liked to send in a spy,

but Weston is known to be a school

where sons of nobility attend.

Those of the peerage are few,

and they practically all know each other.

It'll be dangerous to infiltrate

in disguise.

Then you will go yourself?

I have no choice.

Well, it's not a bad idea

to have the queen owe me one.

The problem is whether there's

a spot open in Weston.

If there isn't one,

you just have to make one.

It'll be better

if I investigate inside the school.

You stay under the radar and assist me.

How you do that is up to you.