The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Humans always have a premonition before they lose something important.

When JOKER lost his only arm and lay on the cold ground covered in blood, the smiling faces of his companions suddenly flashed through his mind.

Obviously at the beginning they just wanted to survive...

I just want to protect something important...

But how did it become like this?

Please, even if it's just you...

You have to live well too...

......

They met in a stinking ditch that collected all the filth. They all had physical problems of one kind or another. To them with their impaired bodies, Britain was like hell.

There is no way people like them can find work in the UK, even if they have to steal, their bodies will only be a hindrance...

They are out of tune with the entire country, like rats hiding in the sewers. Even if they die, no one will even look at them.

But even so, they still supported each other and survived.

Until the arrival of the man they called "Father".

JOKER still remembers his first meeting with his father.

It was a rainy day. In order to reduce the possibility of getting sick, they found a discarded awning and covered themselves with it. The cold and hunger constantly eroded their bodies, and the youngest, DOLL, almost died on the side of the road.

The well-dressed gentleman stopped in front of them with a kind smile on his face.

He was holding a black umbrella and stretched out his palms to himself. His palms were dry and warm, and he did not feel disgusted at the dirt on his body at all.

Then he sent them to an orphanage, and their lives gradually improved.

Have food to fill your stomach, have a roof to shelter you from the rain, have clean clothes, and don't worry about being driven away by others when you wake up.

Everything is beautiful, like a scene in a dream.

Human beings are always greedy. After having a life that they could never have imagined in their dreams, they begin to desire a healthy body and long to be able to play and fight like those healthy children in the orphanage.

Even though they made such excessive demands, my father still met their requirements.

The father found a special doctor to fit them with prosthetic limbs so that he could hold BEAST, who always followed him, horizontally.

Father is their savior.

Not only did it pull them out of the garbage heap, it also gave them hands and feet that could protect what they cherished...

As long as he can keep his friends' smiles and protect the younger brothers and sisters in the orphanage, he is willing to give everything.

Even if what awaits him is another hell, even if his hands are stained with the blood of innocent people...

Why did it become like this? Before he left the circus, they were sitting together discussing where to perform next.

If only I could go back to that orphanage again, if only I could see everyone's happy smiling faces again...

His vision gradually became blurred, and in the last second before he completely lost consciousness, JOKER's heart was filled with despair and unwillingness.

The doctor's light-hearted and cheerful voice sounded like the devil's whisper in his ears.

......

Let's go back to the night before.

JOKER drove to Baron Kelbyn's villa in the rain overnight, walked alone through the dark and gloomy hall holding a small lantern, pushed open the heavy door, walked to the large sofa, and whispered to the man he was hugging on the sofa.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late at night, father. I heard that..."

"Oh, JOKER, welcome back. You're back so soon. You're such a good kid." There was no light in the room, and the man, whose face was completely hidden in the dark, almost couldn't wait to interrupt him, "Where are they? Did they come with you?"

There were bursts of thunder outside the house, making the man's light voice sound eerie and strange.

"No, that matter is still..."

"What? Then you are a bad boy."

A drop of cold sweat quickly slid down JOKER's forehead, and he knelt down on one knee without hesitation. "I'm really sorry. It's just that we might be targeted by the police."

"Tell me something?" The man moved his fingers, and the person sitting close to his left leg handed him a cup of black tea in time, and the person sitting on his right picked up a small file to polish his rough nails.

Another blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the innocent and tender faces of two children. They were a boy and a girl, only about six or seven years old, wearing exquisite clothes, with beautiful and lovely faces, but there was no spirit in their big eyes.

"Someone broke into our tent, and I'm afraid they saw the letter you wrote to me. If he is really related to the police, the circus is in danger."

"At first I did think that man's behavior was a little strange." JOKER earnestly expressed his suspicions about Sebastian.

"If it's really like what you said, he wouldn't be a policeman." The man's mood became a little excited. He reached out and pressed the heads of the two children, using them as ordinary sofa armrests to stand up from the sofa.

The teacup in the child's hand fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. The sharp fragments pierced deeply into the child's tender skin. A large pool of blood instantly gushed out of the finger-long wound. However, the child who was pushed to the ground was like a doll without any feeling. She sat there blankly in the posture of being pushed down, and not even a groan came out of her mouth.

"It's Phantomhive's men. It must be Count Phantomhive." He staggered forward two steps and raised his hands excitedly: "He saw me, he finally saw me!!!"

The dark sky was lit up by lightning again, and in JOKER's eyes was reflected the face of a man wrapped in white bandages with only one eye exposed.

"Ah, we have to prepare the dinner as soon as possible." He said, waving his strong hands.

"Perhaps the two young masters will come along as well?"

"Please wait a moment, father. If this is the case, everyone on Noah's Ark will be in danger!" JOKER looked at the man who looked like he was crazy and said anxiously. "We must order an evacuation immediately, and..."

"JOKER," the man's voice suddenly turned cold, and his large palm gently stroked the back of the boy who was quietly leaning against his legs. "Are you trying to contradict me?"

"I raised you who were abandoned by everyone and gave you a body that can move freely. Is this how you plan to repay me?"

JOKER's pupils suddenly tightened, and the bad memories of the past flashed in his mind one by one. He clenched his teeth and lowered his head in a gesture of submission.

"That's not the case!"

"That's right. I raised you to be a good child who knows how to repay kindness. You also hope that your brothers and sisters who stay in the orphanage will be well educated and become successful, right?"

"Good boy JOKER, you will listen to your father, right?"

"Yes, father." JOKER replied in a low voice.

"I am very happy to have a filial son. Come and sit here. You need to rest."

"Yes, Father."