The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Charles was warmly embraced by the gorgeously dressed Lady Red. The long-lost rich and lingering scent of roses lingered at his nose, making him subconsciously dazed.

"Charles, Charles?" The charming red-haired woman smiled softly, "Why are you looking at me like this? Don't you recognize me?"

"How come?" Charles raised his head and smiled, "I just think Aunt Angelina looks more beautiful than before."

"Ah," Madame Red was stunned for a moment, then used the delicate folding fan in her hand to cover half of her face, with a happy arc at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. "Charles is really good at talking, but even if you are flattering me, you can't be lazy at the dance later."

She vaguely remembered that the child, Charles, was not very good at dancing.

"Can......"

"As a proper gentleman, it is very rude to refuse a lady's reasonable request."

"I mean, I was telling the truth."

As the host of the banquet, Madame Red certainly couldn't stay with the Phantomhive family all the time. She simply said a few words to them and left, walking into the crowd with a glass of wine in hand.

Charles looked at the smiling Madame Red who was holding her husband's arm in the crowd, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Charles, is there something wrong with Aunt Angelina?" Eric asked in a low voice.

Otherwise, why did Charles behave so abnormally just now?

Eric clearly saw his brother, who was in his arms, raise his arms to respond to the hug, but in the end he quietly put his arms down and did not take the initiative to touch Madam Red at all.

just like......

I was afraid that the person in front of me was just a false illusion.

Eric was actually not unfamiliar with Ciel's abnormal behavior, and he even had some PTSD.

The look his younger brother gave Madam Red was almost exactly the same as the look he occasionally gave her during the period two years ago when he suddenly distanced himself from her!

It is filled with nostalgia and timidity, and occasionally there is a hint of despair.

It seemed as if something they didn't understand separated him from the others, as if countless complicated and heavy things were pressing on his thin shoulders...

Eric still doesn't know what his fragile and crybaby brother went through to become cold and arrogant, but it is obvious that his father and the suddenly appearing Sebastian know both.

He didn't like the feeling of being excluded. After all, he and Ciel were twins from the same womb and the closest people in the world, weren't they?

But no matter how he tried or asked, no one was willing to tell him a single word.

He really didn't want Charles to return to the cold and lonely look he had two years ago, as if nothing in the world could attract him anymore.

So when he noticed that Charles' reaction was not right, his brain immediately sounded the alarm.

"No," Charles looked away, looked at his brother and said word by word, "She is fine the way she is now."

The red-haired Grim Reaper would not be interested in the Red Lady who already has a husband and children. She would not harbor malice towards women who want to have abortions because they have lost their right to reproduce, and she would not become Jack the Ripper with blood on her hands again.

She will have a happy family of her own and will always stand in the sun with a bright smile...

This can be considered as compensation given to her by Charles. After all, in a sense, it was he who accelerated the other party's death.

"Really?" Eric was stunned for a moment, then he smiled after meeting Charles' serious look, "That's great."

"Oh, this is the second son of the Phantomhive family, right?" A gorgeous voice sounded behind the two of them.

Charles shuddered suddenly, and the complex emotions that had been lingering in his chest were instantly thrown out of his mind.

This voice is!

Ciel turned to leave, but Eric grabbed his arm.

"Ciel?"

Charles had no choice but to turn around, and he saw a face that made the hairs on his body stand on end.

The man looked to be no more than 20 years old, with dazzling blond hair and unique lavender eyes. He had outstanding looks and an upright figure. He wore a black suit with a huge sapphire hanging from the intricate bow tie at his collar. His every move carried a unique charm that made Charles' scalp tingle.

"Ah, it's Viscount Dolite." Eric greeted with a smile. "This is my brother Charles."

"Ah," Viscount Dolite reached out and gently lifted Charles' delicate chin, looking at him lovingly, "Such fragile and fair skin, just like the finest porcelain. It's really my misfortune that I didn't meet a beautiful boy like you earlier."

As he said this, he was about to reach out to touch Charles' cheek, but his hand was slapped away by Eric, who had a head full of "crosses".

"Viscount Dorit," Eric stretched out his hand and pulled Charles behind him, saying with a fake smile, "Please be respectful."

"Oh," Viscount Dolite didn't take Eric's resistance to heart. He half-closed his eyes, held his forehead with one hand, and covered his chest with the other hand. "This is so touching. Such a touching brotherhood, and two equally exquisite faces. Oh, my God, this is simply God's masterpiece."

His tone was gentle and melodious, as if he was performing an opera. In a trance, I seemed to see bright red rose petals floating behind him.

Eric: ...

Ciel: ...

Eric took Charles' hand and left without looking back.

"Viscount Dorit doesn't seem to be in his right mind," Eric put his hands on Charles' shoulders and warned him seriously, "Charles, stay away from him next time you see him."

Ciel: ...

Of course I know about this kind of thing!

If you hadn't caught me just now, I would have run away!