The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Oh? You understand! This beauty is unique!" The doctor in a white coat gently stroked the skeleton in his hand. "But, can you please not confuse it with bone china made from mixed cow bones?"

The saying is...

Ciel glanced at Sebastian and felt a sense of uneasiness rising in his heart.

"Indeed, you said at the beginning that you added special materials."

"That's right, it's a special material that can only be obtained here!" The doctor raised his hands high, turned around twice, and walked a few steps to the cage where the children were held.

"Could it be possible..." Charles suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Don't bother throwing them somewhere else. Don't you think this is the best way to recycle them?" The doctor supported himself on the cage with one hand, and looked at the children trapped in the cage as if he were looking at precious lifeless wood - he had some affection for them, but only regarded them as simple consumables.

Joker's pupils suddenly tightened as he recalled the "circus show" he had just hosted.

Those kids...those kids!!!

"How, how could it be!"

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” A tragic wail came from his throat and he waved his right arm frantically, repeatedly hitting the ground with the prosthetic limb that was firmly fixed to his body.

"Look, you're so repulsive again." The doctor frowned in distress.

"Why did you install this kind of thing on us..." Joker collapsed to the ground almost exhausted, with big drops of tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

"Don't you also like this right hand I installed for you?" the doctor said as he shook the skeleton in his hand, and the collision of bones made a crisp and pleasant sound.

"If I had known earlier, if I had known it was something like this..."

"Who would want a hand like that?"

"Don't you really want it?" the doctor asked in a relaxed tone. "Really?"

Joker suddenly flashed back to the relaxing time when he just got this arm. The bright smiles on his friends' faces in his memory made him unable to continue deceiving himself...

He wants to have healthy hands and feet, and to play with his friends like a normal person...

Whatever these things are made of...

Humans always have a premonition before they lose something important.

Far away in Phantomhive Manor, BEAST and DAGGER lost their lives.

The anger that Joker had been holding in his chest finally dissipated. His slightly raised neck fell down weakly, but his blue-purple eyes were still wide open.

"Oh, the work here is about to come to an end." The doctor lay on the huge iron cage and stroked it back and forth with reluctance on his face.

Suddenly he raised his head and looked at Ciel: "By the way, do you Phantomhive family want to hire me?"

"Perhaps how about introducing me to Her Majesty?"

"The Queen is not young anymore, it would be better for her to get some trimming done, isn't it?"

"I have accumulated a lot of experience so far," the doctor said with a smile, "I will definitely do my job well."

"Shut your mouth, scum." Charles looked at the man in front of him with a serious look, almost unable to suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

"What's wrong?" He looked a little puzzled. "Are you also a stubborn person who pays more attention to materials and production process than product quality?"

As he said this, he opened the iron cage, bent down and took out the girl who was holding the flower basket tightly in the cage.

"If you don't know the truth, everyone would praise the prosthetic limbs I made."

"Only the Baron is different. He actively pursues beauty and provides me with research materials and funds like providing cheap hot water. He is the best investor."

The flower basket slipped weakly from the dull-eyed girl's hands, and the doctor carried her small body to the altar.

The doctor kept talking as he straightened the girl's body. "To make the best work, you have to use the best materials. Don't you think so?"

The scene before my eyes overlapped with the memory again. Eric struggled desperately but was pinned down on the altar by the scum...

'Please, save me!'

'Please!'

Eric's cry for help rang in his ears. Charles saw him reaching out his hand to him and saw fear and anxiety on that face that looked very much like his own.

Eric...

Charles wanted to call for help, wanted to save Eric from the altar, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and his feet seemed to be nailed to the floor as if they were frozen and he could not move.

I can only watch quietly, watching the nightmare of the past replay itself in front of me again...

"Anyone is fine, no matter what..."

'Help me!'

'Come and save us!'

There was a flash of red light in the eyes of the well-dressed demon, and the shadow he cast enveloped the boy.

"Since we can use cow bones, why can't we use human bones?" The man had an obsessed smile on his face. The triangular pyramid he held high was almost blinded by the candlelight.

The sharp triangular cone fell without hesitation, and Eric, who was surrounded by the masked men on the altar, had a large amount of blood splattered on his chest...

No, that's not right, it's not like that!

Charles clutched the clothes on his chest with his left hand, breathing rapidly, his hair wet with cold sweat stuck to his face, his big eyes had lost their former luster, he raised his right hand hard to touch the figure on the altar, wanting to stop those wanton bastards, but he still couldn't utter a single complete word.

The scene in front of him became blurred, and his right hand, which had been raised high, fell down weakly.

"Master, what are you afraid of?" Sebastian took two steps forward, pressed his chest against the boy's thin back, stretched out his right hand to catch Charles's hanging hand, lowered his head and whispered in his ear.

"You are outside the cage now." Sebastian lifted the boy's delicate chin with his left hand, forcing him to look up at his eyes, and pressed and rubbed his pale lips with his black-gloved thumb.

The demon, holding his desired prey tightly in his arms, whispered seductively.

"Come on, call my name, my lord."