The Charles Becomes a Wizard

That's what they say, but reality often goes beyond one's personal will.

Even though Eric and Ciel wanted to avoid a viscount who was obviously in an abnormal mental state, it was the social season in London after all. There were only so many people in the upper class. The social circles of Viscount Dorit and the Phantomhive family overlapped a lot, and he himself was a sociable person, so...

"Why is he everywhere?" Eric looked at a certain blond man who was surrounded by the crowd and seemed to be emitting a "bulingbuling" light. He felt a headache and slapped himself on the forehead.

"Yeah," Charles also looked hopeless. "Why did he show up again?"

It's not because of anything else, it's just that Viscount Dolit is really good at making people angry...

At the very least, Charles had considered more than once whether to let Sebastian kill him secretly, but considering the other party's identity, he had to give up this idea again and again.

The two brothers looked at each other.

Eric: "Before he finds out, why not..."

Ciel: "Let's get out of here first."

"Eric, Charles - so you are here!" A cute female voice announced the failure of the two brothers' "escape" plan.

The girl holding her skirt swept into Eric's arms like a pink and blue whirlwind.

Eric took a half step back due to inertia, but he still protected the girl in his arms. He lowered his head helplessly: "Lixi, I've told you many times that you are too dangerous like this."

"What does it matter? Eric will catch me anyway." The girl smiled, and her smile was sweet and beautiful.

Charles looked coldly at his brother who had calmed down in an instant.

That's not what you said when you insisted on hanging on me!

Otherwise how can we say you two are a couple?

Even his habit of randomly jumping on people is the same!

"Now is not the time for small talk, Eric..."

"Oh," Charles had just finished speaking when the person he was avoiding turned around and came to them. He gently took Elizabeth's hand and bent down slightly: "Beautiful Miss Midford, we meet again."

"Eh?" Elizabeth looked up at the adult man who suddenly appeared in front of her, "Viscount Dorit."

"Oh ~ your eyes are like the most precious emeralds, your hair..."

"Viscount Dorit," Eric interrupted him rudely, "could you please let go of my fiancée's hand?"

"Ah, Master Phantomhive is worried that his fiancée will be attracted to me?" Viscount Dolite still held Elizabeth's hand, his voice gentle and sad: "Beautiful roses will inevitably attract the attention of others, and the treasure guarded by the evil dragon may also be curious about the scenery outside the cave."

"Oh, God, this is the fault of God," Viscount Dolite covered his chest with his left hand and stretched his right hand towards the sky, "You made me too perfect~ But God, I still forgive you."

Charles & Eric: As expected, we should find a chance to kill him!

Before Eric could no longer bear it and pull the people away, a violent explosion interrupted Viscount Dorit's performance. A big hole was blown in the wall of the banquet hall. The luxurious and elegant banquet hall was instantly in chaos, and screams of terror were heard everywhere.

The well-dressed gentlemen and ladies all ran towards the entrance, not caring about their manners and decency at all, but they were horrified to find that the door of the banquet hall could not be opened at all.

A dozen guys wearing long black cloaks and strange masks on their faces walked in from the dusty cave.

His eyes fell on the wand in the visitor's hand, and Charles' expression instantly turned cold.

Wizard, why are you here?

"Quiet--" the leader said loudly. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he waved his wand again, and the next second the huge and gorgeous crystal chandelier on the dome fell down.

"Be careful!" Charles' pupils suddenly shrank, and as the man waved his wand, he quickly pulled Eric and Elizabeth to hide behind the Roman columns surrounding the ballroom.

Sharp fragments flew everywhere, many of which pierced deeply into the flesh of the guests. Amid the suppressed cries of pain, a sharp female voice was particularly noticeable.

"Oh, Lawrence, no, please don't leave me..." The beautiful woman knelt on the ground, hugging her lover whose throat was cut by crystal fragments, and pleaded in a sad voice. Large streams of blood gushed out from the man's wound, soaking her gorgeous skirt.

She stretched out her trembling hands and wanted to cover the other's neck. Her white and slender fingers were soon stained red. Big drops of tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, mixing with the burning blood.

"Anyone can save him, please, help me save him..."

My lover's body lost its temperature, her lips turned pale and bloodless, and she let out a shrill cry. The next second, a yellow-green light hit her chest, and her body went limp as if her spine had been pulled out.

Life and death do not know.

The noisy banquet hall suddenly became quiet.

"Very good, now we can have a good talk." The man who spoke just now put away the wand in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

"What do you want?" Vincent walked out of the crowd. His calm and steady demeanor stood out among the frightened nobles.

He came forward after careful consideration.

On the one hand, the Phantomhive clan is the queen's loyal dog, and when encountering such a dangerous situation, they should be the first to stand up and stabilize the situation. The identities of the guests present today are not simple, and if something happens to all of them, it will inevitably cause a big trouble.

On the other hand, he had come into contact with the wizarding community and was wearing magic props "kindly provided" by Mr. Grindelwald and Mr. Malfoy. Moreover, Vincent was confident that with his son around, the unfathomable devil would never leave him alone.

In the past two years, the devil has been working hard and paying attention to his second son to an extent that it is almost unbearable to watch.

"You?" The man looked Vincent up and down and asked in a condescending manner, "Does what you say work?"

"I think I still have some say." Vincent's eyes met Charles's eyes hiding behind the Roman column, and after a moment he slowly looked away.

Charles lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings.

"Sebastian, take care of them."

Eric heard this from his younger brother who always needed his protection.