The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Charles was obviously not doing well, which made Eric feel nervous. Naturally, there were some flaws when he was pitching. The ball he threw was hit away by Soma, but he didn't have the time to care.

"Hey, Eric, what are you doing? Are you out of strength?" Soma, with his back to the audience, tilted his head in confusion.

"Phantomhive." Harman Greenhalgh walked up to him and patted his shoulder. "Focus on the game."

"Yes!" Eric responded while looking in Charles' direction again. Seeing Charles stand up and wave in his direction, he calmed down again.

Although Charles' face was still a little pale, it seemed that there was no big problem anymore.

Eric gritted his teeth and looked at the players in the Hong Kong Coliseum with a cold gaze.

Let's end this game quickly.

His brother needs a good rest...

in the audience.

Sebastian helped Charles sit back on the chair, then took out a handkerchief from his arms and wanted to wipe the cold sweat from Charles's head, but his hand was slapped away by Charles without hesitation.

"Master?" Sebastian looked at Charles's subconscious movements in surprise, his narrow eyes revealing obvious confusion.

Charles stared at his palm in a daze. He was silent for a long time, pursed his lips, reached out to take the handkerchief from Sebastian, and whispered, "I can do it myself."

"As ordered."

Sebastian responded in a deep voice, and stood steadily behind Ciel. His dark red eyes looked down at the boy who had his head half lowered and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Of course he did not miss the flash of fear that just passed through Charles' eyes.

But Sebastian couldn't understand why the other party had such emotions.

The young master should be very clear in his mind that he is bound by the contract and it is impossible for him to hurt him...

Sebastian crossed one arm over his chest and held his chin with the other hand, thinking for a moment. His eyes inadvertently glanced at Elizabeth who was cheering for the Green Pavilion enthusiastically.

He suddenly froze.

By the way, the young master had just finished talking to Miss Elizabeth before he had an asthma attack...

Could it be that the word "similar" that was obviously spoken casually brought such great pressure to the young master?

Based on his understanding of the young master, he would definitely be in a bad mood for a while after today.

This is troublesome. How can a qualified deacon bring such negative impact to his master?

Sebastian frowned in distress, but the smile in his eyes was particularly obvious.

What should I do next?

It seems that his little selfishness was discovered by his cautious prey...

Feeling the demon's strong gaze on his back, Charles slowly clenched his hands on his knees, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.

......

The Green Hall successfully won the championship of the cricket match. As soon as the whistle sounded to mark the end, Eric, anxiously, rushed towards Charles in full view of everyone.

Charles, who had suddenly become the focus of the whole audience, sighed slightly, pulled Eric who was circling around him like a big dog, and then took the handkerchief he had just used to wipe the sweat and dust off his forehead.

"Don't worry, Eric. I'm fine. I just had low blood sugar, so I couldn't stand steadily for a moment."

"Really?" Eric didn't quite believe it and looked at Sebastian behind Charles.

Before he could tell anything from Sebastian's face, which seemed to be wearing a mask-like smile, he heard Charles beside him say, "Really, don't you believe me?"

Eric: ...

This tone...

I felt that if he directly said that he didn't believe it, Ciel would be angry.

But Eric always felt that something was wrong with Charles.

"Really, don't worry." Charles raised his light-colored lips, and before Eric could react, he pressed his shoulders from behind and pushed him forward a few steps. "Now all you have to do is enjoy your victory."

"It is very rude to leave your teammates behind casually."

Eric looked back again and again worriedly, but finally couldn't resist Charles and returned to the team.

"Charles?" Elizabeth hesitated when she saw this. "You're not going to tell Eric?"

"Liz." This was the first time in the world that Charles used such an intimate name for Elizabeth, but he did not turn his head to look at Elizabeth. His distant gaze seemed to fall on Eric who was laughing loudly in the court, and seemed to fall on a place farther away: "I hope you can keep it a secret for me."

"But......"

"It's just a small matter. There's no need for him to worry about me." Charles interrupted Elizabeth and smiled at her. "Eric worked really hard to win the game."

Although the other party had kept his hands behind his back, Charles still saw the thin calluses and bloody blisters on Eric's palms.

Eric's physical fitness is not good in the Green Hall full of freaks, but if he wants to get a place in the competition, he has to work harder than ordinary people.

Now was the time for him to enjoy the sweet fruits of his labor, and Charles did not want his own affairs to affect his mood.

Elizabeth hesitated to speak, but seeing Charles's firm attitude, she said nothing more.

"Oh~ What a beautiful and charming brotherhood. The pure and brave boy came desperately and willingly presented the crown he had worked so hard to win to his brother~"

Aleister Ciampa, who was sitting in the audience holding a small telescope, automatically and consciously cast a hundred layers of colorful filters over Charles and Eric, expressing his feelings in an exaggerated tone.

"Ah, what a touching friendship, what a beautiful and holy picture~" Aleister Ciampa wiped away the tears of emotion from the corners of his eyes with a beautifully embroidered handkerchief, and red rose petals kept falling from the background board behind him.

This caused the girls around him, who were dressed up in their best clothes, to scream continuously.

Seeing that the other party was about to walk towards him, black lines quickly appeared on Charles' forehead. After saying hello to Elizabeth, he quickly took Sebastian away from this troubled place before being entangled by the troublesome guy.

After the cricket match, according to the century-old tradition of Weston, the winning team will hold a rowing parade on the Thames, and the Queen will watch from Windsor Castle on the other side of the river.