He's one of Solomon's pillars.
A Great President of Hell,
ruling over 30 demon armies and ranked 53rd in the demon hierarchy,
a protégé of Beelzebub,
and the third candidate to be interim ruler, Camio.
Jellied eels again?
How many times have we had it this month?
I'm not much of a fan, either.
If you don't care for eel, why not have candy instead?
Are you supposed to be some little princess?!
I've given up on enjoying human food.
If I think of it as a sort of training, it's just tolerable.
Don't act like you've adjusted!
Whoa...
Head Boy!
My apologies.
It's fine.
Greetings.
Hello.
He's a Great President of Hell, as well as our Head Boy.
He does have a sort of air about him, doesn't he?
If he's also a candidate for interim ruler, shouldn't you two consider him a rival?
You seemed quite at ease, from those casual greetings.
Grace and decorum are very important to demons.
Though, were I ordered to do so,
I'd have no issue with settling things by force.
Oh boy, our school would be the battlefield for a huge magical war!
Don't even joke about that!
William, we're keeping up this human facade for your benefit.
Show some gratitude.
Huh? Excuse me?
If your meathead buddies on the rugby team are any indication,
you're getting far too comfortable.
Shows how low-level you are.
Well, I don't know if you call them a fan club or what,
but I wouldn't get cocky just because a few boys fawn over you.
What did you say?
You want me to say it again?
What a childish argument...
William?
It's time for the results from our last exam to be posted.
My greatest concerns are my pursuit of knowledge and my tuition.
I don't care about the power struggles of demons!
Top of the class again, William.
Well done.
It's so predictable at this point, I'm not even excited.
Fifty-second... That's a solid showing.
You must have cheated.
I did it on my own merit.
Your human academics are easily mastered.
What was that?! You lie!
Look at Sytry's rank!
This is what you demons' merit is worth.
Have you not heard of long-term planning?
Many will lend their hands to help
a struggling student who happens to be beautiful.
In other words, I get plenty of academic assistance and sweets, all with no effort.
Take your exams seriously!
And of course, the Head Boy's got the top score in the school.
He's been on top since he started school. It's incredible.
Someone who's been around for hundreds of years is bound to be quite learned.
And Isaac, how long do you intend to remain in the lower fifth year, anyway?
Yeah, I wonder when I'll make it to the upper fifth year...
I'm pretty knowledgeable when it comes to demons, fairies, and tea...
Why tea?
Oh, I've never told you?
My family is in the trade business.
They deal in teas and spices from India.
I had no idea.
The brand that my father founded, Morton, is quite well-known.
Lately, he's been doing business with the royal family!
And when he so generously provides his son with a top-tier education,
you let it go to waste.
Come on...
The Headmaster.
I bet he's come to congratulate the Head Boy.
I see.
I believe Twining would be best suited to handle this.
Ceylon Silver Needle.
The Headmaster's House has excellent tea!
And this room is so luxurious.
It's a class apart from Jacob House.
The cream is so rich...
It's not quite on the level of Baphomet's cooking,
but it's the first decent meal I've had since coming to this school.
Anyway, Head Boy, what's this task you were trying to force on me?
I've no intention of negotiating with you over afternoon tea.
This is simple hospitality.
The issue at hand is the construction of a new building.
New building?
Yes.
They're going to tear down the water mill behind the Headmaster's House
and put a new classroom building there.
He's been soliciting for donations everywhere,
and the academy chairman is coming this week
to check on the Headmaster's progress.
He's very keen to rake in some big donations.
So what's the problem?
Well...
Recently we've had some problems with discipline in our dormitory.
Discipline?
Yes, people singing and making a ruckus late at night,
breaking curfew, and so on.
As you know, all the students in this dorm are handpicked as the best of the best.
I'm impressed you can say that so unabashedly.
What can I say? It's true.
At any rate, if the chairman catches wind of these rule breakers,
it'll reflect poorly on the Headmaster and possibly cost him donations.
I need you to sniff out the problem students
and stop them before the chairman arrives.
I understand the problem now.
But why must it be me?
The Headmaster's House is your responsibility as the Head Boy.
Twining.
I asked because it would be to your benefit.
What?
Do you think I'm some freelance helper-for-hire?
You are struggling with your tuition, are you not?
Being in the Headmaster's good graces can only help you.
Maybe, just maybe, you'll be the youngest boy ever
to be admitted into the Headmaster's House.
Splendid work, Twining. Many thanks.
Chairman, this is our academy's brightest and most promising student.
Magnificent!
I insist he be exempted from tuition.
Give him a full scholarship,
and start lining up a job for when he graduates!
Thank you, sir!
Head Boy, you have my thanks!
Long live the Head Boy!
I'll leave you to it, then.
Where are you going?
The library.
There's a book I've been wanting to read.
Did he...
He just pawned the job off on him.
Wh-What was that?!
You call yourselves Grand Dukes and Archdukes and whatnot,
but you're just average, ordinary demons!
Nowhere near the level of a Great President!
You'll pay for that one.
I already said I'd take care of your tuition!
Stuff it.
I don't want to be in debt to either of you!
You'd better not be thinking about electing Camio.
I am not. I don't intend to elect anyone.
Then do what you want.
Just don't come crying to me afterwards!
Not in this lifetime!
The Headmaster's House is here.
Since there's no fencing,
it'll be difficult to catch the culprits if they run off into the woods.
I guess all we can do is seize them on the spot.
Me, a member of the renowned Twining family,
forced into a stakeout...
You'd better pray it doesn't rain tonight.
Oh, shut up! Why are you here, anyway?!
It sounded fun.
You demons never take anything seriously...
Whether we go with a stakeout or an ambush,
we'll want to check the area first.
Walking through the woods at night...
What if a ghost comes after us?
And demons don't bother you?
They're a completely different story.
You're not making sense!
Ghosts are scary!
We might get cursed or possessed!
Listen, your so-called "ghosts" are almost always
visual or auditory hallucinations caused by electromagnetic waves of high or low frequencies.
The brain merely misreads the subtle lines
between the bands of frequency that
the senses of sight and sound can detect.
B-But demons are real.
They're made of atoms.
Still, ghosts give me the—
What's that?!
I hear something.
Is that the singing the Head Boy mentioned?
This way.
Don't go!
Stay there if you're scared!
That's not any better!
No one's here...
This is the old water mill?
The Head Boy said they were going to tear it down...
But it looks like they haven't started construction yet.
Let's go back! No one's here anyway...
Fine, fine.
No one's going to show up with you making such a fuss.
Let's go back for today.
Thank goodness...
Rule breakers, huh?
Duke Dantalion has returned!
Every single time, you guys do this!
You don't have to tell me!
I can feel Dantalion's presence the instant he arrives!
Hello, Lamia.
No kiss hello for the fiancée you haven't seen in so long?
Fiancée? Whose?
Yours!
Who's my fiancée?
M-Me, of course!
You promised to marry me! I won't let you tell me you forgot!
Where's Astaroth?
Hey, don't go in there! Lady Astaroth is...
Dantalion?
My master hopes to find you well.
Oh, stop.
Hearing you speak so politely gives me the creeps.
Lady Astaroth, please put some clothes on!
It's just Dantalion. What need is there for modesty?
Now tell me, what of the third candidate?
I can't stand him.
I figured.
You'll need to take a different approach if you're dealing
with someone Beelzebub's taken under his wing.
I'll say.
I have no idea what he's thinking.
He doesn't seem too enthusiastic about winning the throne.
It may be he's overconfident.
Camio's of a much higher class than you or Sytry.
You're speaking of his lineage?
Who cares about lineage?
That's got nothing to do with the person himself!
It just doesn't work that way.
And as if that weren't bad enough, we're Nephilim.
However...
Camio's not who you should be concerned about.
Dantalion, don't look!
There's someone much more dangerous at the Elector's side.
The chairman's visiting at the end of the month,
so I need to wrap things up this week.
And what are you doing here, Isaac?!
Let me sleep with you.
What if the ghosts get into the dorm?
But what's this for?
Don't take it off! It's to ward off spirits!
I told you, ghosts are just...
Goodnight, William.
Don't go to sleep!
You stink and you're loud! I can't sleep like this!
Barley, wheat, corn, and ash...
Grind and grind and grind, grind and grind...
Wake up! Wake up, Isaac!
Bitter and mad, lonely and sad, it's not fair, it's not fair...
You hear that?
What?
It's that odd song again.
Again?
Grind and grind and grind, grind and grind...
Where're you going?
Grind and grind...
To catch these troublemakers!
Wait, don't leave me alone!
It won't turn, it won't move...
It's so sad, it's not fair...
Who's there?!
Freeze!
Wait up!
No student's going to be up singing at a water mill in the middle of the night!
It has to be a ghost.
No, it could be a student who's mad at the Headmaster
and wants to spread bad rumors.
Or maybe just a very elaborate prank.
You're very insistent that it's a human doing this, huh, William?
Logic and evidence dictate as much.
Between the two,
I'd rather it be a human than a ghost, but...
Calm down, Isaac!
Evil spirit, begone! I cast thee out!
Amen! Amen!
You're supposed to be the occult expert!
I told you, ghosts are different!
Don't curse me!
Get out here, ghost! I'll hear you out.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you prefer to remain silent, please inform me.
You're incredible, William.
No one else would read a ghost his rights!
Bitter and mad, lonely and sad,
it's not fair, it's not fair...
So it was you.
The defendant will make his statements first.
What is your name?
Barley and wheat, grind—
I asked for your name, not that song of yours!
William Twining, prefect of Jacob House,
is speaking to you as an equal.
How dare you be flippant with me?
And now a lecture!
You're so dependable, William!
You say you lived here for many years, milling grain with this water mill?
But lately, there's been no work for you,
and on top of that, you were crushed when you heard it would be torn down.
You tried to petition the Headmaster's House
to call off the demolition numerous times,
but it fell on deaf ears.
And now you're even bringing your petitions to Jacob House.
But the decision to start construction on the new building is already made.
And a school doesn't need a water mill.
Let it go and find a new career.
No, no!
Face reality!
Telling him that won't do any good.
That's a killmoulis.
Killmoulis?
You mean like the fairies?
Isaac, you've heard of them?
Killmoulis are fairies that live in water mills in Scotland!
Then why didn't you recognize him as one?!
Because he doesn't look anything like the picture in the book!
Well, fairy or not, what's a creature from that far north doing here?
Actually, I suppose water mills
are becoming obsolete in our modern society with its industrial advances.
They're relics of the past.
He must've been looking for a mill that was still operating,
and made his way south.
If a killmoulis doesn't have grain to mill, he dies.
You've had it rough.
But the book said, if they don't have grain,
killmoulis will grind up whatever they can get their hands on.
So you were going to start milling human beings?!
Relax, he's just a minor little goblin.
Just say, "Listen, old killmoulis,"
and he'll do whatever you say.
He will?
Then let me...
Hey, you.
You just need something to grind up, right?
I guess that settles that.
You're a genius, William.
No one else would've thought to send the killmoulis to India.
He's grinding spices to his heart's content in the factory now.
My father is thrilled! He's been saying, "That little old man is some worker! Amazing!"
Oh?
Chairman.
This is the boy I was telling you about.
The chairman's come to my aid at last!
The son of the Morton family, whose father made a generous donation to our school.
What?!
He's told me all about you!
H-Hello, sir...
He called it a token of his gratitude for the exceptional hired help
that he recently received from this school.
Give my regards to your father!
Y-Yes, sir...
I'll never trust a demon again!
You again?
How long are you going to continue clinging to the Young Master?
So, you became a priest just to follow after William.
I've been wanting to know...
Yes?
Who are you, really?
I am but a simple house steward.
As for being a priest, I studied theology in college.
Then call upon the Hand of God.
If you're really a member of the Church, it should be trivial.
You're hiding something, too, aren't you?
I'll rip that mask off soon enough,
but today, I just came to say hello.
Let's go, Amon, Mamon!
Sir!
Hi, everyone! How are you? It's Isaac!
If you spot any demons or fairies, be sure to let me know!
I'll ship you some of our tea in return!
I'd like to eat a cake made by you.
I wonder what it will taste like?