He's mine.
No, he's mine.
Mine!
Enough already!
Let him go, Dantalion!
Silence!
Kevin!
Cheer up, William.
I'm fine, thank you very much.
I must say, it's not like you to be so concerned with someone else.
I couldn't care less about people who are of no use to me.
But Kevin's not just anyone...
H-He manages all of my family's affairs.
I don't need things to be awkward between us.
Say, William...
Why don't you ask him to come by on family day?
Family day?
That'll give you two a chance to talk.
Twice a year, the dormitories have a "family day"
when family members come to the school to visit.
Though, with my Uncle Barton having vanished,
I don't expect anyone will come asking for me.
Hey, Twining!
I need to skip out today.
You're a prefect! Don't be so open about it!
Yeah, sorry.
It's just... my dad's coming.
Isn't that a good thing?
Well...
He's been pressuring me to transfer into military school,
so I'd rather not see him.
Colonel Swallow wants you to join the army?
Yeah.
He's been pushing me to enlist ever since he nearly died in that fall.
Oh, yeah...
I saw that in the paper.
They said it was a miracle he survived.
So, I'll be giving him the runaround today.
I expect he'll come to you, since you're a prefect.
You owe me one.
Thanks, Twining!
Everyone was so happy with our tea!
It's not as if I suddenly miss having parents right now, but...
My grades? Well...
Young Master!
It's tea time.
Already?
Yes!
I know. Why don't we race back to the mansion?
What? Why should I?!
Okay, I'll cast my bet that I will win!
You're not listening.
Come along, Young Master.
Excuse me, is William Twining here?
That would be me, sir.
You're him?
Oh, forgive me.
Pleased to meet you. I'm Adrian Swallow.
Likewise.
I apologize for intruding, but have you seen my son?
No, sir.
I see.
I'm sorry I can't help...
By the way, have you recovered from your fall?
Yes.
And is your family here today?
No, sir.
Ah, forgive me.
I've heard quite a bit about you from my son.
Would you care to join me for dinner tonight?
S-Sure?
Why am I having dinner with Swallow's dad?!
William Twining.
Kevin!
Er, um... Pastor Cecil.
May I have a word?
Please?
Who are you?
The campus pastor, Kevin Cecil.
I suppose I'll head home for today, then.
Perhaps another time.
If you see my son, tell him he'd better uphold his promise.
What the heck was all that?
Kevi—
He ditched you, eh?
Shut up!
He ditched you, eh?
So, were you behind this?
No, it was probably the fly.
Ah, Beelzebub, then.
Leave it to him to do things in such a roundabout way.
Remember the demon law. You mustn't interfere
in the affairs of others.
Things are going to get problematic.
I need you to watch over Solomon in my stead.
Stay close to him and protect him from evil, Raguel.
Understood.
Ugh...
Too many people break curfew on family day...
Hey, it's past lights out!
Hey.
Swallow?
Sorry, were you asleep?
Not yet.
I wanted to ask you a favor.
Are you free on our next day off?
I don't have anything planned...
Great!
Will you come the Cotswolds with me?
Huh?
Come home with me, Twining.
I want you to meet my parents.
Whoa! What are you getting at?!
Oh, sorry...
We're celebrating my father's recovery,
and he said he'd like you to attend.
Celebrate his recovery?
No, wait a second.
A party to celebrate Colonel Swallow's recovery
should be packed with all manner of upper crust.
It'll be an elite dinner party.
Sorry, I guess it was a little out of the blue...
I'd be delighted, Swallow!
Great! I'm sure my dad will be thrilled!
This is his doing, too.
This is getting serious...
Astaroth, you are as breathtaking as ever.
Marry me again.
Die!
Annoying fly.
You must think you have some time to kill if you're playing around here.
Dropping out of contention for the Emperor's throne?
Perish the thought.
I'm already making my move on Solomon.
Oh?
Why are you two coming?!
Why else? I'm sick of school food.
Same here.
You two...
I don't mind.
Welcome, good to see you again.
I'm honored that you invited me, sir.
Please, enjoy yourself.
Say, isn't that Mr. Winterhalter over there?
Winterhalter?
As in the queen's favorite painter?!
He's a famous playwright, and he's a professor at the royal academy!
And he's a cabinet minister!
Wow!
Thanks for coming.
S-Sure... Boy, this is incredible.
It's nothing but society's elite.
They're all just showing off.
You're probably disappointed.
No way, not one bit!
The famous army colonel lives up to his title.
I need to get close to him and make some major connections...
Viva politics!
Twining, you're exuding some kind of black aura...
Have you resolved that problem you were having?
Yes.
You need a Frenchman or an Italian if you want a real chef.
Last time was just awful.
Did they serve meat that came from the freezer?
What was that?
Just my imagination?
My dad changed after his accident...
He was never proactively in favor of going off to war...
But now he's so distant...
Would you come with me?
I'd like to introduce you to Sir David.
Sure.
Excuse me, Twining.
Right.
Would you care for a drink?
Kevin?!
S-Sorry, I mistook you for someone else.
You seem tired.
Would you care to lie down?
Y-Yes.
Follow me.
If you'll excuse me.
Thanks.
I wonder...
Did Kevin actually want to be a priest to begin with?
Maybe he didn't want to be our house steward...
So, where are we with the matter at hand?
Oh no, I dozed off...
Our main opposition in parliament is already under our thumb.
The rest of parliament will follow soon enough.
A scandal or two, and they'll be easy pickings.
Is this some kind of secret meeting of the political elite?
I knew they were the string-pullers!
Then it's off to war.
War?
They intend to start a war?
All we need now is Solomon's soul.
We need to move before the exorcists can get in our way.
He's already in our sights.
Our master is sure to be pleased with our report tonight.
William Twining, you are Solomon, and Hell's Elector.
Baron Swallow... you couldn't be...
I never expected you to show up,
Eligos.
Dantalion...
Who permitted you to interfere in my business?
I'm not interfering.
I'm simply protecting my master.
That's another one of your acquaintances?!
How cruel, Master.
You've forgotten me, haven't you?
Then let me remind you.
My name is Eligos.
Leader of sixty legions of Hell.
Your 15th pillar, the "Marquess of the Battlefield,"
and most importantly, now a servant of Prince Beelzebub.
For him, my true love, I will obliterate you,
Elector!
Twining?
Sytry's here, too?
Dad?
That's not your father. It's a demon.
What? That's crazy talk.
Your father's dead.
He died in that accident.
That demon is only using his corpse to make it appear like he's alive.
No...
He can't be...
You leave me no choice.
I'll just take this one's soul and call it a night!
Swallow!
No, William!
She's got Beelzebub on her side.
Demon law prohibits us from interfering with one another's affairs.
There's nothing we can do!
Like I care about that! Let me go!
Swallow!
I'll save him.
Don't be ridiculous!
I'll deal with the fallout from Beelzebub afterwards.
Elect me, William.
Choose me to rule Hell.
You sneak!
Lamb of God,
you take away the sins of the world.
Have mercy on us.
Heartless angel, you will submit to me
or you will be vanquished with holy water!
Dad!
Stop, Swallow!
The dead
can't come back.
Adrian Swallow's body is no more.
The butler?
Your father was being used by that demon.
Amen.
[Measure fails by only 5 votes]
Looks like we avoided a war.
Twining.
Got a minute?
Swallow? You're okay to come back?
It's been hell dealing with his estate, so I ran away.
I see.
I'm sure I've got a mountain of schoolwork waiting for me.
You'll catch up in no time.
It's about time I cleared the air, too.
Young Master?
Kevin.
Listen...
Yes?
If... If you want to quit being my house steward
and be a priest instead,
I understand...
Oh no, you're firing me?!
Aren't you the one who wants to quit?!
This is just a job!
Then why are you avoiding me?
Tell me!
Is it because I'm penniless now?
You said I could pay you back when I'm a huge success!
Young Master, I—
These... These are...
Football Betting Pool
Well, you see...
At these public schools,
the staff always bet on the intermural sports games...
So you were avoiding me because...
You know you're not much of an athlete, Young Master...
I was afraid I'd want to bet on you out of guilt...
How dare you say that to your master?!
Divine punishment!
Ouch!
And then?
It appears Beelzebub was indeed involved.
The mentor of the third candidate
for interim ruler, correct?
Holy Uriel...
You should not be in a place like this.
I will do anything you ask of me...
So please!
I thank you, Raguel.
I would—
Of course...
Solomon.
I will not let the demons have you.
I do hope my sweet little nephew is behaving himself,
but take your eyes off him for a second, and he's bound to cause trouble.
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