The Charles Becomes a Wizard

A breeze blew, and flames floated on the burning tent.

"Sebastian..." The red-haired Grim Reaper lowered his brows, like a predator who had found a prey that suits his taste. His eyes were cold, and he stood with his legs apart, his upper body pressed down in an attacking posture, the fierce murderous aura around him suddenly increased.

"Let's have one last dance together!"

Grell Sutcliffe tiptoed the ground, and the red figure pounced towards Sebastian like a ball of fire. The sharp chainsaw flashed coldly, and he used it in his hand like an arm, chopping towards the devil again and again with a huge roar.

The tall figure of the demon dressed in black moved flexibly under the attack of the god of death, and his long and powerful legs kept kicking at Grell Sutcliffe with full force.

But there were no particularly useful tools, and killing gods was not in his plan today.

In the distance, the screams of the Death Eaters were still as shrill as ever, and in front of them, the Grim Reaper was attacking relentlessly.

No more time to waste...

We have to find a way to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Sebastian's eyes flashed with impatience, and then he paused. The chainsaw that he could easily avoid was very close to him. The sharp teeth of the chainsaw cut off some of his hair and passed over the tip of his nose, and then...

The scythe of the god of death, which was said to be able to "cut off everything in the world", easily cut through Sebastian's clothes on the upper body, revealing the devil's smooth and firm flesh. Grell Sutcliffe's gaze subconsciously moved slightly downward.

His pupils slightly dilated, then turned into the shape of two peach hearts, and even two streaks of blood flowed from his nose. Then, the red-haired Grim Reaper, who was controlled for a few seconds by the welfare that fell from the sky, was kicked away by the sinister demon at the right time.

His body knocked over the wreckage of several tents in succession, then slid along the ground. When he finally stopped, there was a long and obvious mark on the ground.

"Really? I don't want to ruin my clothes if it's not necessary." Sebastian took a look at the clothes hanging loosely on his body, pressed his forehead with his hand helplessly, and walked slowly towards the direction of the god of death.

"Oh, Sebastian, you are the type who looks thin when dressed and has muscles when undressed?" Grell Sutcliffe heard the footsteps, squeezed his legs together, got up from the ground and sat up straight, his yellow-green eyes lingering on Sebastian.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” His pale face flushed abnormally, and he swung the chainsaw in his hand, making a sharp roar. “It’s really great!”

"Although she looks beautiful when she is abstinent on weekdays, but after all, it is still..."

Hot white air came out of Grell Sutcliffe's nose, but before he could finish his words, his head was stepped into the ground by the demon with "crosses" of various sizes on his head.

"You are the god of death, but you are still affected by bad tastes. Mr. Sutcliffe, your behavior is extremely incompetent."

As Sebastian spoke, he increased the force of his feet and crushed the Grim Reaper's head with his clean leather shoes several times.

Perhaps it was the pain that brought Grell Sutcliffe back to his senses, or perhaps it was the pain that stimulated his already abnormal nerves. The chainsaw in the hand of the upside-down Grim Reaper instantly changed its angle and chopped towards Sebastian's calf.

"Oh my? You can still resist?" The next moment, the chainsaw was snatched away by Sebastian. He took two steps back and let the bruised and swollen Grim Reaper sit up again.

"Speaking of which, I've always been curious about one thing. Does the god of death also have a revolving lantern?"

“What kind of scenes are recorded in the revolving lantern of the god of death?” A demon dressed in black stood with his back to the light, with the cold moon behind him. Only his vertical pupils flashing with an obscure red light were particularly clear in the night.

The motor of the chainsaw roared, and the devil held the weapon that originally belonged to the god of death in his hand and chopped it down hard on the god of death's head.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" Grell Sutcliffe let out a sharp cry, rolled over to avoid the falling chainsaw, and watched in horror as the saw teeth sank into the ground beside him.

Almost!

Just a little bit closer!

He was almost cut!!!

"Ah, I accidentally dropped it." Sebastian said in a leisurely tone. "Let's try again."

"No, don't..." The red-haired Grim Reaper supported himself with his hands and moved backwards, and then his face was stepped on by the devil again.

"It really feels better to kick someone than to just dodge."

"Mr. Sutcliffe, please be quiet. I assure you that the process will be quick." Sebastian smiled harmlessly.

Meeting Grell Sutcliffe's horrified gaze, the demon, who was looking down at him, raised the chainsaw in his hand high again.

"!!!" With nowhere to hide, the Grim Reaper subconsciously closed his eyes.

The pain he had imagined did not come. After a sound of metal collision, he heard an extremely familiar voice.

"Excuse me, but let me interrupt."

"William...William!" The red-haired Grim Reaper immediately opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the voice with shining eyes. "Are you here to save me?!"

"Ah, it's you. I didn't expect we would have the chance to meet again." Sebastian put down the chainsaw in his hand, looked at the black-haired Grim Reaper whom he had met several times before, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"I'm here to take the Grim Reaper over there to work." William T. Spears pushed his glasses, his cold eyes swept across the disheveled Grell Sutcliffe, and then fell on Sebastian. "Please believe me, if possible, I don't want to have too much contact with the pests."

"Oh? What does this have to do with me?" Sebastian tilted his head. "I just want to get rid of the pests that occasionally interfere with my work."

Greer Pest Sutcliffe: ???

"Even if they are pests, you, a pest, are not qualified to deal with them." William T. Spears, who was dressed in a smart suit, said coldly.

"Really? I actually lost to such a harmful beast. It's really embarrassing for the God of Death."

"William?" The red-haired Grim Reaper called him pitifully in a low voice.

"If you kill him here, both you and your master will be in trouble." William T. Spears pushed his glasses again.

"Your master is just an ordinary human being. Are you sure he won't be adversely affected?"

Sebastian weighed his words and shrugged. "Then please keep an eye on that guy and don't cause any trouble to the pests, okay?"

"Really? We're already short of staff, and you're still coming out to slack off. Looks like we'll have to work overtime again tonight..." William T. Spears, dragging Grell Sutcliffe's long hair, walked out while muttering to himself.

Suddenly, he tilted his head slightly, stretched out two fingers and clamped the electric saw that was flying towards him from behind.

"Sorry, I forgot to bring your things." Sebastian said with a smile.

"Thank you." William T. Spears responded without turning his head, allowing the chainsaw to hit the red-haired Grim Reaper's head hard.

The figures of the Grim Reapers disappeared into the darkness.

Harry, who had been knocked unconscious due to the previous chaos, opened his eyes dazedly.

Her eyes stayed on Sebastian's back for a moment, then her eyes rolled back and she fainted again.