Gosick (ゴシック)

A young man will surely die soon!

That death will be the beginning of everything...

The world will turn to stone and start to tumble!

What should we do?!

Please tell us, Lady Roxanne!

Prepare a large box and have it float on the surface of the water...

Then...

Send eleven hares running wild!

Zutto mae kara kimatteita youna

Zutto mae kara kimatteita youna

ずっと前から 決まっていたような

ずっと前から 決まっていたような

It's like it was predestined

Tooi mukashi kara wakatteta youna

Tooi mukashi kara wakatteta youna

遠い昔から わかってたような

遠い昔から わかってたような

It's like I've known it since the distant past

Mienai sen no ue wo tadoru youni

Mienai sen no ue wo tadoru youni

見えない線の 上を辿るように

見えない線の 上を辿るように

Like following atop invisible wires,

Michibi kare deai kousasuru Saison

Michibi kare deai kousasuru Saison

導かれ 出逢い 交差する Saison

導かれ 出逢い 交差する Saison

we're guided to our meeting where the seasons intersect

Senakaawase no hikari to kage no youni

Senakaawase no hikari to kage no youni

背中合わせの 光と影のように

背中合わせの 光と影のように

Like the co-existant light and shadow,

Tsuyoku hikareru Mystification

Tsuyoku hikareru Mystification

強く引かれる Mystification

強く引かれる Mystification

mystification bewitches us

Mimimoto de sasayaki yobu koe ni furimukeba

Mimimoto de sasayaki yobu koe ni furimukeba

耳元で囁き 呼ぶ声に振り向けば

耳元で囁き 呼ぶ声に振り向けば

When I turn to the voice whispering by my ear,

Kizukanu uchi hirakareteta tobira

Kizukanu uchi hirakareteta tobira

気づかぬうち開かれてた扉

気づかぬうち開かれてた扉

the door had been opened by someone

Sukoshi no guuzen to hitsuzen wo tsunagu youni

Sukoshi no guuzen to hitsuzen wo tsunagu youni

少しの偶然と必然を繋ぐように

少しの偶然と必然を繋ぐように

Like joining a little coincidence with inevitability

Ugokihajimeta futatsu no Histoire

Ugokihajimeta futatsu no Histoire

動き始めた ２つの Histoire

動き始めた ２つの Histoire

Two stories commenced

Zutto hatenaku tsuzuite yuku...

Zutto hatenaku tsuzuite yuku...

ずっと果てなく 続いて行く・・・

ずっと果てなく 続いて行く・・・

And they'll go on forevermore...

Bordered by France, Switzerland and Italy

is the small European nation of Sauville.

The Kingdom of Sauville

The Kingdom of Sauville

And nestled at the base of the Alps is the St. Marguerite Academy.

St. Marguerite Academy

St. Marguerite Academy

It's a prestigious school, its reputation in the kingdom cemented

The Spring of 1924

The Spring of 1924

as the educational institute for children of the aristocracy.

I'm a student here.

My name is...

The Black Reaper!

Yes, the Black Reaper.

Look at those pitch black eyes that swallow up the darkness!

I'm sure he's black-hearted, too!

It's easy to walk here.

Kazuya

"Kazuya, how's life in a foreign country?

After the end of that last world war,

when your outstanding grades were recognized by our ally, Sauville,

and you were accepted there as an exchange student,

father and the rest of us were so proud of you.

Kazuya, become a full-fledged man as soon as you can, then return home to us.

Become a man for success in life... and for your country.

From your eldest brother..."

I think you should read ghost stories!

At this academy... no, in this country, there are a lot of ghost stories, see?

I mean, even the political world has a Ministry of the Occult,

which just goes to show that we loove our ghost stories!

And the Black Reaper is one of them, right, Miss Cecile?

It's more properly known as the "Springtime Reaper".

The "black" part is an added-on honor that the kids have bestowed upon you, Kujo-kun.

An honor...?

If you've got a common topic to talk about, you can make lots of friends!

Make 100 friends and climb the Alps together, Kujo-kun!

Episode 1

The Black Reaper Discovers the Golden Fairy

A common topic...

Ghost stories?

What's this?

A ghost ship that appears on stormy nights.

The Queen Berry...

Leviathan, an alchemist who could produce gold from the intestines of dead men.

Both stories are pretty frightening...

A brilliant gray wolf that can speak human languages.

A talking wolf, huh?

Now there's a creature I wouldn't mind getting to know.

What's this?

Golden...

A... doll...?

So you finally made it.

You're late, Springtime Reaper.

H-How do you know about me?

The future that rose from the silver jar was reflected in the magic mirror.

According to the augury, it seems you'll visit here again.

Tomorrow, when you hear the noon bell ring...

W-Wait a second. Why...?

You were chosen...

As a single fragment with which to fill up my boredom...

A doll...

A doll told me my future!

It's like a weird dream.

A botanical garden over the library...

A strange girl who says strange things...

Oh, that's Victorica-san.

That's wonderful! You made a friend already!

She's a classmate of yours, Kujo-kun.

There's always one empty chair in the classroom, right?

Oh, this is perfect.

Kujo-kun, give these handouts to her, okay?

See you later!

Wait a second!

When you hear... the noon bell ring...

You're finally here?

W-What are you doing...?

You got here later than I expected, so I was getting bored.

Are you a fortune-teller?

Why?

It seems like you knew I was gonna come here...

The fountain of wisdom told me so.

Fountain of wisdom?

Since this spring, a black-haired student has been hanging around.

Seeing that unfamiliar, ill-omened figure

must have made people recall the academy's legend of the "Springtime Reaper".

Ill-omened figure?!

What's your name?

Kujo... Kazuya...

So, Kujo, being a deathly-serious, strait-laced, bright student,

you must have come here to investigate the source of the story.

You're pretty good, but I'm not completely satisfied...

I don't know what it is, but she seems different than yesterday...

Besides that...

Look, you rolled around so much, your necklace is on backwards.

Don't touch it!

This is... precious to me.

So... so precious...

What the...?!

I've never seen such a creative hairstyle!

Grevil...

You know him?

Aaah, what beautiful weather we're having today.

And we also have a boy who looks like a black-furred baby squirrel.

Maybe I'll try reciting a long poem to this baby squirrel.

Last night, at a mansion in a certain village,

Roxanne, an old fortune-teller, was murdered.

Where's that coming from?

The fortune-teller lived in her mansion with an Indian manservant and an Arabian maid.

Her granddaughter came for a visit that very same night.

Why was the manservant Indian and the maid Arabian?

The fortune-teller had a penchant for exotic servants

and could speak Hindi and Arabic at a conversational level.

Oh, it seems the maid can only speak Arabic.

Um, is he a detective or something along those lines?

This is Inspector Grevil de Blois.

He's the owner of the oddest hair in all of Sauville.

Just before the murder,

the fortune-teller was relaxing in her bedroom.

The manservant was in the garden just below her window,

returning the released hares to their breeding pen.

Hares?

The fortune-teller raised many hares.

Apparently, she would let hunting dogs gnaw them to death from time to time.

But let's get back on topic, you innocent baby squirrel, you!

Um... are you using me to talk to her?

That night, gunfire rang out, startling everyone,

who subsequently gathered in the hallway outside her room.

Her door was locked.

The maid called out something, but there was no answer.

The manservant planned to break the door down, but the granddaughter wouldn't let him.

"If my grandmother is dead, this mansion becomes mine,

so don't destroy anything," was the contemptible reason she gave.

However, the maid didn't understand a word that the granddaughter said,

so she brought a pistol for self-defense from the room next door, and...

And on the other side of the now-opened door was...

The fortune-teller, shot through her left eye...