The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Eric immediately became energetic after receiving Charles' response. He waved vigorously in Charles' direction, and then devoted himself to the game, trying to let Charles see his outstanding performance on the field with his own eyes. It would be even better if he could feel admiration.

Even though he rarely shows it on a daily basis, Charles' abilities are so outstanding that the pressure on him as a brother is very great.

Of course, there are no negative emotions such as jealousy or fear, but I just feel a little unwilling.

I am the older brother, how can I be outdone by Charles in everything?

Even if it was just in terms of sports, Eric wanted to see Ciel's admiring eyes!

As he thought of this, Eric's eyes were filled with a raging fire of war, which made the Purple House team members standing opposite him feel numb.

It seems that he has not committed any crime against Phantomhive?

Why was the other party looking at him with such eyes as if he wanted to tear him apart alive?

The poor team member went over all the interactions with Eric over the past year and thought about them carefully several times, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anything that might offend Eric.

There are all kinds of competitions in Weston College all year round. The sense of competition between the dormitories is actually very strong. The private interactions between members of different dormitories are pitifully few. If you have too good a relationship with people from other dormitories, people in your own dormitory will gossip about you.

The players of Green House were full of fighting spirit, but the supervisor of Purple House, Gregory Willett, did not seem to take the game seriously. The young man, who had finally taken off his dark robe, squatted on the ground and started pulling weeds attentively under the gaze of the audience.

It was not until Lushe won the victory without any suspense that he patted the dirt on his hands and stood up.

"It's an overwhelming victory!" said Edward Midford excitedly.

"Of course." Green House Supervisor Harman Greenhalgh nodded naturally, and then his eyes moved to Gregory Willett.

"Hey, Willette, what are you doing?"

"It's done." Gregory Wheelwright replied in a hoarse voice. "Don't step on it."

Everyone then noticed that he had created a large Purple Wolf House icon on the grass at some point. The icon was delicate and beautiful, and it was still very shocking to see from the audience.

"Be serious!"

"I mean, can you take the game more seriously?"

However, not many people in the audience expressed their appreciation for this work of art. Charles glanced sideways and found that many angry guys were holding gambling tickets purchased from Liu.

Looks like I lost the bet...

"As expected, this year's champion will still be chosen from the Red Pavilion and the Green Pavilion?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Eric, come on, brother!!!" Elizabeth shouted loudly, while holding Charles' arm.

"Come on, Ciel, come and try your best!"

"Hey!" Charles was caught off guard and staggered. If Sebastian, who was standing behind him, hadn't reached out to support him, he might have been pulled down.

"Miss Elizabeth," Sebastian said with a smile. "Although the young master is very similar to Master Eric, he is very weak, unlike Master Eric."

"You need to be more gentle when dealing with him."

"Eh?" Elizabeth blinked, her eyes flickering between Eric and Charles. She seemed to have noticed the difference between the two of them, and apologized obediently: "Sorry, Charles, I was too reckless and forgot that you were not in good health."

Charles was not happy to receive the apology. A small cross appeared on his forehead. He glared at a demon who was obviously looking for fun, then said to Elizabeth with a forced smile, "It's okay. I know you didn't mean it. The game is about to start. Just focus on watching the game."

During the years when Ciel was studying at Hogwarts, he always used the excuse that he was "recovering in a country estate due to poor health" to the outside world. So even though he was dissatisfied with Sebastian's suggestive words, it was not easy for Ciel to directly refute the other party in front of Elizabeth.

The final match officially begins.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that most of the young men from the Hong Kong Coliseum have slim figures and outstanding looks, and they look like pampered young masters. However, when they faced the tall, strong, and handsome young men from the Green Coliseum in the competition, they were not defeated directly.

The two teams fought back and forth, and the game was much more interesting to watch than the previous two crushing games.

Look at me, Charles...

Eric raised the little red ball in his hand high and threw it out with force.

"Oh, this ball is pretty good." Soma, one of the Hong Kong Coliseum players, swung his racket and hit the spinning ball. "It looks like he's been well trained."

"But there's no way you can beat me with just this level!" Soma placed the large wooden racket on his shoulder with one hand and raised his other hand to rub his nose.

The little prince, as proud as the scorching sun at noon, raised his chin and showed a determined smile.

"I'm sorry, Eric. It's rare that Ciel comes all the way to cheer me up. I will definitely not show any mercy."

Although he always loses to the Phantomhive brothers in various games, he is quite confident in cricket.

He has to win this game no matter what.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Eric's smile suddenly became bright, and he threw the next ball straight at Soma's face.

"Stop talking to yourself."

"Ciel, of course you're here to cheer me on—"

Soma raised the racket in his hand in time and hit the ball out again.

"That was a close call." Soma shrank his neck and protested loudly to Eric, "Hey, do you want to kill me?"

"Sorry, sorry," Eric apologized insincerely while turning his arm, "I don't know why I lost control of the direction just now."

"The ball somehow flew out according to my true thoughts."

Eric smiled brightly, "It's really pitiful that I didn't hit you. I mean, it's really fortunate!"

Soma: ...

Soma looked at Eric dimly: "You wanted to say it was a pity just now, right?"

"How could that be? If you maliciously hurt someone during a game, the referee will rule it a violation. I just didn't control the direction for a moment."

"You did it on purpose!!!"