The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Hey, it hurts."

"Master, please don't move."

“Stop, stop it…”

"Please be patient for a moment."

"Asshole, can't you be a little gentler?"

"Sorry, Master."

"Enough, I said enough! Damn it...Ah!"

"Ciel, are you okay?" Draco heard a scream as soon as he opened the door, and rushed in like a gust of wind before his brain could react.

The next second he was stunned.

Charles was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only a loose nightgown. He supported his upper body with his hands behind his back, revealing two long, white legs. One leg was draped limply over the edge of the bed, while the other leg was held in the hand of a well-dressed butler in black who was half-kneeling in front of the bed. The big hand in the white glove seemed to use some strength, and the soft leg flesh was slightly sunken due to being pinched.

The boy's cheeks were slightly flushed, his dark blue hair looked a little messy, a few strands of hair at his temples were wet with sweat and stuck to his face, his two thin eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his usually cold eyes were now covered with a layer of light water.

"Draco?" Charles tilted his head, looking at Draco who seemed to be cast a petrification spell, "You..."

Is there a problem?

Charles didn't have time to ask the next question, because Draco's face quickly turned red, and he said "Sorry for disturbing you" and rushed out like a gust of wind.

Ciel: ???

Isn't Draco's reaction a bit strange?

"Hiss..." The stinging pain in his leg brought Charles back to his senses. He couldn't help but raise his other leg and kick Sebastian's shoulder. "I said enough!!!"

"How can that be possible? The wound needs to be properly treated with medicine so that it can heal quickly." The devil in black took his kick without moving, and continued to apply medicine to the wound with the cotton swab in his hand.

Ciel tried to hold back, but couldn't help himself and kicked him again: "That's enough! Isn't there a potion that can make the wound heal faster?"

Charles reasonably suspected that this guy with a bad taste was just taking advantage of the situation. Those minor abrasions would not matter even if no medicine was applied.

"If the wound becomes infected, it's no small matter. Humans are fragile creatures, and they will die if a little bacteria invades through the wound. I should have taught you this basic medical knowledge, right?"

That's true, but you're obviously trying to make things difficult for him, right?

Ciel puffed up his cheeks and glared at Sebastian, then watched quietly as he wrapped a thin bandage around his leg.

"Then, please have a good rest next." After Sebastian put away the medicines on the table, he lowered the bed curtain for Charles who had huddled back in bed. "You must be exhausted today, right?"

"Um..." Ciel buried himself in the soft pillow, revealing one eye to look at the demon standing beside the bed, and asked vaguely. "Sebastian, are you going out?"

"Yes," Sebastian replied with a smile, adjusting his gloves. "There are some things that need to be taken care of."

"Ah."

"What would you like for breakfast tomorrow, young master?"

"Scone, grilled mushrooms, bacon and fried eggs."

"Yes, sir." The dark red eyes took a deep look at the boy who curled up into a ball. The dark-clad demon turned around, and his vertical pupils shone with a cold and obscure light in the darkness.

The young master whom I have served and protected wholeheartedly till now,

At this point, how can I tolerate others taking you away?

Even if you just had some thoughts, you should be punished enough...

Ciel, who was about to fall asleep, felt as if he had forgotten to tell Sebastian something...

Never mind, since I forgot, it doesn't matter...

......

"Sebastian~" Just as Sebastian arrived at the door of the Screaming Shack, a red figure rushed over.

Sebastian dodged his "attack" with a quick move.

"Ah~~" Grell Sutcliffe, who had missed his target, steadied himself before hitting the wall. He turned around, waved his arms and shouted loudly. "This is too much! How can you do this!"

"Mr. Sutcliffe, why are you here?"

"Of course I came here for Sebastian~~"

In fact, he had just arrived not long ago. After Lucius and Charles ran away during the day, he left the house full of spiders right after them.

He just likes to be a fangirl, but he is not stupid. How could he obediently listen to the orders of that conceited little devil?

Of course, if the spider could transform into a handsome guy, he wouldn't mind staying with the beast for a while and spending a passionate night together (?) but he really didn't have much affection for the furry arthropod.

A huge figure in armor suddenly appeared behind Sebastian from nowhere and swung his axe at Sebastian fiercely. The sharp axe flashed coldly in the moonlight.

Sebastian leaped back to avoid the first attack, and the silver knife flew from his hand, but it seemed unable to cause any damage to the armor.

The person operating the armor seemed to have recognized him and commanded the armor to follow him all the time, completely ignoring the red-haired Grim Reaper next to him.

"Mr. Grayer, can you hold it off?"

"Oh, come to think of it, those spiders during the day seem to have damaged my scissors~" The red-haired Grim Reaper buried his head and trimmed his nails with scissors in the moonlight, raising his hand from time to time to take a closer look.

Sebastian's mouth corners slightly raised, and his tone was gentle and affectionate: "Please."

Greer Sutcliffe: …

"Oh, Sebastian, do you want something from me?" The red-haired Grim Reaper crossed his hands in front of his chest, and the expression on his face instantly brightened. He gently closed his eyes and hummed shyly: "Then, when we kiss... the tongue, the tongue also..."

"Although I don't know what you are talking about," Sebastian raised his hand to hold the top of the axe, resisting the pressure of the armor, and said complacently with his eyelids slightly lowered: "But I can use my tongue to tie a knot on the cherry stem."

Greer Sutcliffe: !!!

"Oh, yes!!!" He exhaled heavily, and even white steam seemed to come out of his head because of excitement.

He waved the small pair of scissors in his hand and easily took apart the armor.

"Sure enough, after all, it's the scythe of the god of death that can cut through everything." Sebastian sighed as he looked at the shattered armor.

"How is it? How did I do? Praise me!" The red-haired Grim Reaper posed in various ways.

"Even the most incompetent person can have his uses..."

"Ah~~~Sebastian praised me!"