The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Blood gushed out from the severed arm, taking away Joker's life.

Joker felt his body gradually becoming cold and numb. He knew he would not survive the night, but he still felt unwilling to give up.

Why? Why are some people born as nobles, while they can only survive in the garbage dump since childhood? Why can some people enjoy wealth and glory with peace of mind, while they have to fight hard just to survive?

They just want to survive!

Even if my hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, even if it goes against my own conscience...

Be in pain! Be in despair!

I wonder if the high and mighty nobles would look exactly the same when they lose something precious as these “trash” who are never taken seriously by the nobles?

What a wonderful scene that would be...

He would definitely keep the other person's sad and desperate expression firmly in his heart until he died completely.

A thick and strong malice surged in his heart, and Joker stared at the expression on Ciel's face.

"Killed?" Charles raised his eyebrows lightly when he heard this.

Think about the manor that has been surrounded by various magic circles and magical plants, think about the mercenaries and wizards recruited by his father, and Gellert who still stays at home...

Ciel couldn't muster any nerves.

Don't even think about rushing in and killing people.

If no one let them off, it would be amazing if those people could break through the outermost defense.

Sebastian was also amused by Joker's innocent words.

The low laugh made the expression on Joker's face turn cold, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"what's so funny?"

"Who do you think you are against?" The thin cane hit the ground with a crisp sound, "We are Phantomhive."

......

At the same time that Ciel stepped into Baron Kelpien's villa, the six circus members except Joker and Snake rushed to Phantomhive Manor under the moonlight.

"Is this the place? It's so big..." DAGGER couldn't help but exclaim as he looked at the building in front of him.

"It looks like it will take a long time just to find someone." The short Peter jumped lightly onto the branch and looked at the dark manor not far away.

"Let's split up." said the tall JUMBO.

"Then Wendy and I will go upstairs," said Peter.

"Big sister and I will go this way." DAGGER said immediately. "DOLL, you and JUMBO go together."

DOLL, who was wearing a white dress, nodded repeatedly. BEAST, who was also called, touched the soft scarf around his neck, wondering what he was thinking.

"Big sister?" DAGGER called again.

"Ah, here we come."

The cool evening breeze blew through the dense branches and leaves on the treetops, making a rustling sound, and no one noticed that there were black vines crawling on the ground at an astonishing speed.

"But this house is really big." DOLL ran quickly behind JUMBO.

"Ah, we have to find our target quickly and retreat before daybreak."

Vincent and Gellert sat on chairs by the window. A warm fire was dancing in the fireplace not far away. The room was brightly lit, but because of the spell cast on the windows, no light could be seen from the outside.

"Another batch of rats has broken in." Gellert propped up his face with one hand and looked out the window. With the other hand, he held a black chess piece and shook it. "I don't know what this batch is for."

Since moving into Phantomhive Manor, Gellert has opened his eyes. On average, there are two or three groups of people coming to assassinate Vincent every day. Different forces, different countries, for different reasons, and at different times, they carry out a steady stream of assassinations on him...

It didn't take Gellert long to go from being incredulous at first to being accustomed to it, but it was inevitable that he felt a little emotional.

You have to know that when he was stirring up trouble in the wizarding world, the threats he received were not so frequent. How much hatred does the Phantomhive family have...

"We'll know about that soon." Vincent's eyes paused for a moment on DOLL, who was wearing a white short skirt and was particularly conspicuous in the dark night. He curved his eyebrows and revealed a gentle smile. He looked gentle and elegant, but his words were cold and ruthless, "At least one person can be left alive."

"Gellert, I need your help again."

He remembered that the person was dressed like a member of a circus...

Therefore,

These people appear here...are they here to kidnap Eric and Charles?

Thinking about the message that Charles asked Sebastian to pass on, the curve of Vincent's mouth deepened, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"That's so thoughtful." Vincent sighed softly.

Knowing that as a father, he was very angry because he couldn't personally vent his anger for his sons' rare request, he took the initiative to come to him and let him vent his emotions a little.

Gellert glanced at him with a little more appreciation in his eyes.

It was like a beast stripped of its disguise, finally revealing its cruel and ferocious nature.

"Of course." He knocked the chess piece in his hand twice on the windowsill. The vines that were originally crawling on the ground instantly formed a large black net, silently swallowing up the white figure.

The sudden sound of footsteps behind him caught JUMBO's attention. He turned around suddenly, only to find that there was no one behind him.

He was startled and called out the name of his youngest sister in a low voice: "DOLL? Where are you? DOLL, come out quickly, now is not the time to joke..."

Suddenly his eyes fell on the white umbrella not far away. There was a trace of bright red blood on the white roses decorated on the umbrella.

That, that is DOLL's weapon...

JUMBO suddenly realized that something might have happened to DOLL.

Who on earth could do such a thing? They were so close, but he didn't hear anything when DOLL got into trouble...

JUMBO felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart. He ignored his sadness and did not try to pick up the umbrella covered with dirt. He turned around and ran away without looking back.

The thin vines entangled his ankles, and his tall body fell to the ground due to inertia.

The sharp, poisonous thorns on the vines pierced his skin, leaving him without the strength to struggle free. He could only open his eyes wide in horror and allow one snake-like vine after another to wrap around him, tightly enveloping him.

"Brothers and sisters, run! Something is wrong with this house!"

Those fearful words cut through the silent night, and were his last voice in this world.