Now, you two,
try moving your hands like I told you.
This is the trick that killed Simon Hunt.
This is called a slipknot.
It's a trick used by escape artists.
Sister Morella used this to undo the rope...
...then grabbed the dagger.
Is that true, Mademoiselle?
However, this doesn't count as chaos at all.
What I truly should reassemble is...
Ah...
Ah?
Ah...
Achoo!
Are you all right?
Thanks for helping us earlier.
We were on the same train arriving, right?
Oh, there's an empty seat.
Um, no, I'm...
Come on!
Excuse me, is it all right if we join you?
You're a lifesaver.
Everywhere else is full up!
Um, how are you two related?
When I was at a loss due to the lack of empty seats,
this man called out to me in the hallway.
Let's introduce ourselves.
Sitting together like this must mean something.
Mademoiselle, why were you at such a convent?
I'm an orphan.
I don't know my own birthday.
This will cause me to lose my way in the netherworld after I die.
I wanted to find it, so I joined the Phantasmagoria.
Hey, what about you, Madame?
I am the Scarecrow.
In a remote rural farm, I usually watch out for bad birds.
Um, what kind of game is this?
Interesting.
Then I'm the Knight.
Sprinting across the plains on my favorite horse, I cut down the enemies!
What about you?
I'll just be the Woodcutter.
I can't do anything that courageous.
The best I could do would be to cut down trees.
What a cowardly young man.
So, what about you?
Um...
An ancient, noble Grey Wolf and her blockhead servant.
Wait a minute!
I'm definitely not a blockhead...
Ouch!
What a fitting name this Masquerade Express has.
It's like a real masquerade ball.
The Jet-Black Train Carries Several Lies
Do you really believe it?
That the young Wolf can reclaim that box?
That thing, to us Grey Wolves, is our trump card.
It will protect her from the oncoming storm.
So that's why you're entrusting it to her.
So what about us?
We even came all the way here.
Don't worry.
There are many other methods.
Daughter, solve the riddle,
and display your power for survival!
Mademoiselle Lesglant is still missing.
Something like this is happening in Saubure...
Hey, Victorica.
You wanted to say something earlier. What was it?
Kujou, do you know anything about the Box of Spirit?
No.
The Box of Spirit is a tradition in part of Europe.
A small box is filled with various objects that represent each stage of a person's life.
When the owner dies, the box is buried with the coffin.
So it's a representation of their life?
The box at Beelzebub's Skull
probably contains someone's life.
Mama and her companions tried to obtain that box.
The Box of Spirit... Its truth must be investigated!
That scared me...
K-Kujou!
You're heavy!
S-Sorry!
You! You'll remember this!
You two, you'll catch a cold if you stay all wet.
I'll talk to the steward and borrow something for you both to wear.
Oh! I'll go!
It's gone!
What's wrong?
Hey, Knight,
I'm a little cold from the night wind.
Could you ask the Madame to get some for me too?
Got it.
Um...
Young master, you wait here.
Fulfilling the wishes of the Princess is the role of the Knight.
Is that it?
Waiting for a date?
In a place like this?
Abandoning the role of the Scarecrow and stealing someone else's treasure is quite unforgivable.
Give me what you took from my companion!
I see.
Those two sure are slow...
I'm sorry...
...your private matters got brought up earlier.
It's fine.
Your birthday... I hope you find out when it is.
J-Just now, a person outside...
Wait.
Sorry for the wait!
Here, a change of clothes.
Um... where's the Scarecrow?
She met someone she knew and changed rooms.
She passed on her best regards.
But...
Let's go change our clothes, Kujou.
What you saw wasn't an illusion.
Although life or death is uncertain, someone has already exited this stage.
No way...!
Are you saying that it was...
Yes, the woman who called herself the Scarecrow.
Everyone in that room is an agent of either the Ministry of the Occult or the Science Academy.
Looks like we've got ourselves mixed up in one heck of a masquerade.
But in a way, we're lucky.
At the heart of this ball should be...
But, there are still not enough fragments of chaos to be certain.
Something wrong?
No, it just suits you.
It suits me? Are you telling me to serve you?
You've suddenly come so far.
I didn't say anything like that!
Brother...
Help me...
Wait for me, I will definitely...
Help me...
Radio?
Mr. Woodcutter, who were you talking to?
No one.
Hmm? You're all here.
You were taking a long time, so we came looking for you.
What were you doing here,
Mr. Woodcutter?
How about a buffet and drink 'til daybreak?
Sounds good, but you're treating us.
Sure, leave it to me.
You'll invite us as well, right?
Of course.
Hey, some vodka.
A raisin-snatching game.
A game where you quickly grab raisins from the fire, eat them, then state your wish.
You're very knowledgeable.
So, who will snatch the raisins first?
Well, if you'll allow me...
Then I'll go first.
I want to see the spring of my homeland next year.
Because I love the beautiful iris flowers.
What do you mean...?
I see.
For that, you will betray your fellow woodcutters?
Well then, I'll go next.
These raisins aren't poisonous, correct?
Of course not.
Are you all right?
You'll feel better if you drink some water.
Don't worry about me.
Um... state a wish, right?
Let's see...
Something wrong?
No.
I wish that you can return to your homeland safely too.
That means?
For example...
No, don't drink that water!
Are you all right?
Stop acting.
You poisoned it.
Are you all right?
Is there a doctor present?
You think I poisoned her?!
Don't be ridiculous, you were watching too!
I ate the same raisins.
I drank the water, too.
The poison was on the bottom of the glass, as a thinly frozen layer.
When she first drank it, the poison had not yet dissolved into the water yet.
But when the ice began to melt and she drank it again...
You bastard!
Stop it.
A pistol does not suit you,
Lesglant.
How do you know my name?!
Answer me.
What is this ridiculous masquerade revolving around?
Damned Occults!
I won't give you this box even if I die!
Box? Then that must be...
Hey, don't strain yourself! You shouldn't move...
It's over.
Everyone on this train will die anyway.
When our regular communications are interrupted,
our accomplices will derail this train.
Compared to letting the Ministry of the Occult acquire that box,
it would be preferable to destroy the whole train.
You two stay here!
Go to the control room and stop the train.
But...
Right.
Victorica, wait for me he--
Of course, I will go as well.
No! But...
I understand.
Let's hurry.
Hold tight!
You're not escaping!
He's coming!
Kujou!
Looks like the Knight fell off his horse.
Hang on!
Don't... touch me...
Box... no one... absolutely...
That doesn't matter!
Your life is more important!
Railway bridge... explosion...
Hey!
I'm so scared...
I want to know my birthdate...
Mother...
It's still not possible from this distance.
What?
Look at that.
That's...
It must be an explosive device.
To derail this train.
Vi--!
There's only one more bullet.
Give it to me. I'll hit it this time.
No, you won't. Let me.
Mama said, "display my power for survival".
That's why I must do it with my own hands.
Fine.
However, I will, too...
Yes, you will help me.
Master and servant must work together.
You're so...
Kujou, to a Grey Wolf, nothing is impossible.
Okay.
Experience and the like are nothing but ramblings of foolish barbarians.
Although I have never shot a gun,
I am familiar with its principles.
It's all right.
I know you can do it.
After getting past this storm, we will go back home together.
Back to our Saint Marguerite's Academy!
Now!
See!
See, I can do it!
That's right, you did it!
But... what now?
Nothing.
There's no more coal, so it'll stop by itself sooner or later.
The brother of the missing Ms. Lesglant.
This is your true identity.
The Ministry of the Occult kidnapped your sister,
so they could use you as a spy.
They went so far, hoping to get hold of...
...this Box of Spirit.
Inside there are fragments that describe the life of a certain man.
Birth.
This is a piece of the owner's umbilical cord.
Growth.
This is his portrait.
Love.
The perfume bottle of his lover.
And then... Failure.
"Don't turn back."
That's the only thing written on it.
That is all that is inside.
And this Box of Spirit is not yet complete.
That means the owner of this box is still alive.
Because...
This box wasn't in a tomb, but hidden beneath the floor of a house.
In that nameless village, in the place where my mother's photo was hidden.
Um, so really, the owner of the box is the same as Ms. Cordelia.
His name is...
"Jupiter Roger, 7 years old"!
In Saillane?!
That's right.
The leader of the Science Academy, Jupiter Roger,
is a Grey Wolf born in the nameless village.
This is an incredible fact capable of altering the balance of political power.
That's why the Ministry of the Occult...
Wants to acquire this Box.
And the Science Academy wanted to stop this at all costs.
That is all I can reassemble.
Take it.
I don't know how the Ministry of the Occult will use it.
But if you have that box, your sister will be saved.
Hey, Victorica!
Wait for me!
Thank you.
But is that all right?
If that thing gets to Marquis de Blois...
Don't worry.
I solved the riddle Mama gave me.
I still hold the trump card.
"No tarts and no macaroons either."
Ah, there are tarts and macaroons, too.
Here, there you go.
No, those are song lyrics...
Never mind.
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