The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Okay, no more jokes." Eric turned and walked towards the pitcher's position. He looked at Soma, who lowered his eyebrows like a bird of prey. "That was just a small test. The real competition is about to begin."

Although Eric has countless ways to deceive the simple-minded Soma, he does not intend to use any means this time. He must make this guy admit defeat with conviction.

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to your next performance." Soma was also inspired by Eric's performance, and his defiant eyes were full of provocation.

The tense atmosphere between the two was about to break out, and at the same time, a blazing fire ignited behind them, making people subconsciously hold their breath due to the tension.

The other players from the two dormitories who were excluded: Perhaps… Do you remember that cricket is not a sport that can be played by two people?

"Eh?" Charles propped up his chin and looked over, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "It's rare, Eric is serious."

"This will definitely be a very exciting game." Sebastian commented, pinching his chin with one hand.

Elizabeth looked at Charles who was sitting on the chair with his chin supported by one hand, then looked at Sebastian who was standing behind Charles, and suddenly said, "You two look alike now."

Ciel: ...

Sebastian: ...

"Huh?" Ciel and Sebastian made a puzzled sound in unison and turned to look at Elizabeth.

In Elizabeth's opinion, the expressions on the two faces, one big and one small, were extremely similar.

So the honest girl added: "It's exactly the same."

Ciel and Sebastian looked at each other and then looked away at the same time.

"Elizabeth, I think you may have seen it wrong." Charles forced a smile on his face.

How could he be similar to the guy behind him!

The thought of these words combined together made his hair stand on end.

Ciel moved aside with some disgust.

"That's right, Miss Elizabeth, I'm just an ordinary butler. How could I be similar to the noble young master?" Sebastian smiled and bowed slightly to Elizabeth with one hand on his chest.

"But they do look alike." The girl's clear and bright eyes moved between the master and servant who were sitting and standing, trying to explain her thoughts to them both.

"It's not about looks, it's just the feeling I gave you at that moment." Elizabeth recalled the expressions of the two of them just now and nodded as if to affirm herself. "It's like they were cast from the same mold."

"But it's understandable," Elizabeth raised a finger. "I've read a study published in a newspaper before, which said that if two people stay together for a long time, they will become more and more alike."

"This is a very normal phenomenon."

Ciel: ...

Sebastian: ...

Elizabeth just mentioned it casually and didn't take it to heart. She turned around and devoted herself to the great cause of cheering for her brother and fiancé.

She didn't notice that Charles beside her was stunned after hearing this.

Is this normal?

Charles lowered his head and looked at the lines on his palm in silence for a long time.

Sebastian had indeed been with him for too long, roughly seven or eight years in both lives combined, so long that Ciel was almost forgetting what his life was like before the devil appeared.

When he signed the contract with the devil, he was just a weak and penniless child. All the abilities and tricks that could support the name Phantomhive were almost all taught by the devil.

His body has long been covered with the other party's "marks", and his every move carries the shadow of the devil. It is natural that the degree of similarity is extremely high in the eyes of outsiders...right?

Can he really get rid of the devil and survive on his own?

A complex emotion suddenly emerged in Charles' heart, some sour and some swollen. His breathing became rapid and he almost couldn't breathe. He felt a white light appear in front of his eyes, and the noisy sounds around him gradually faded away from him.

"Master," Charles heard Sebastian's low and magnetic voice in a trance. He felt a large hand gently patting his back, as if lifting him out of the deep water. "Master, calm down. Breathe. Breathe slowly."

Because of holding his breath, Charles' fair skin quickly turned red, a thin mist lingered in his deep blue eyes, the shirt on the back was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his body, his thin figure trembled slightly as he lay in Sebastian's arms.

The slender fingertips tightly grasped Sebastian's collar, like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood, and the veins on the back of the hand bulged. "Sebastian, Sebastian..."

"I'm here, Master." Sebastian lowered his eyes and looked at the boy who was almost curled up in his arms, and comforted him in a deep voice. His long eyelashes hid the emotions in his eyes.

"Sebastian."

"I'm here."

"Charles, what's wrong with you?" Elizabeth, who heard the noise, came over and looked nervously at Charles, who was obviously not right.

"The young master's asthma seems to have relapsed." The black devil picked up Charles without saying anything and said to the panicked Elizabeth, "Please don't worry, Miss Elizabeth. The young master has recovered, but there are too many people here. He needs to find a quiet place to rest."

"Then take him over there to rest!" Elizabeth quickly moved aside.

"That's enough, Sebastian, put me down." However, Charles didn't want to be alone with the devil, nor did he want to leave the competition venue in such an embarrassing state. The boy, whose breathing had not yet calmed down, ordered in the devil's ear.

"But Master..." Sebastian hesitated.

"I said, put me down!" Charles repeated again. "That's an order!"

Ah, what a willful young master...

Sebastian frowned unconsciously. He sensed Charles' physical condition and after hesitating for a moment, he let him go.

The game on the field was in full swing, so not many people noticed this scene in the audience.

But these people obviously did not include Eric, who glanced in the direction of Charles from time to time.