The Charles Becomes a Wizard

On the tranquil lake, the breeze blew gently, and the water rippled. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the water, reflecting the beautiful river lanterns floating on the lake and the lanterns hanging on the treetops on the shore, emitting charming light, which was as beautiful as a scene that only appeared in a fairy tale world.

An exquisitely decorated ship slowly approached from the darkness, with ribbons and flowers hanging on the side of the ship. A flag embroidered with the Green Pavilion's logo fluttered in the wind. The crew members were dressed in traditional costumes and paddled in an orderly manner under the command of Eric, the helmsman sitting at the bow.

The river banks were filled with people in gorgeous dresses. They were chatting and laughing as they watched the crew, enjoying a relaxing and pleasant time.

"Look! It's Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Her Majesty the Queen has come out!"

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd, and sure enough, several figures appeared on the stone bridge. Everyone stood up straight and saluted the queen respectfully.

With a loud bang, all kinds of fireworks exploded in the sky, announcing that the festival had officially reached its climax.

"Master, aren't you going to watch the parade?" Sebastian asked softly. "Master Eric might be disappointed."

Melodic music could be heard faintly in the air. Charles stood quietly under a tree far away from the river bank, raising his hand to touch the rough tree trunk.

Just when Sebastian thought he wasn't going to answer his question, Ciel whispered, "Too noisy."

“Oh?” The demon, who had almost merged into the darkness behind him, made a puzzled sound: “I thought you were having trouble facing a completely unfamiliar queen.”

Charles didn't reply for a moment, all kinds of complicated emotions surging in his heart, and his slender fingers unconsciously grasped the rough bark.

"Speaking of which, the current Queen can be said to have received the true teachings of that Majesty, and her schemes and methods are no less than that of the Queen."

"That's enough," Ciel interrupted him sharply, "what on earth do you want to say?"

Of course, Charles knew that without the queen's tacit approval, those nobles who had always been suppressed by the Phantomhive family would not have the courage to take action against his family.

But in order to allow the Phantomhive family to stand at the top of the nobility again and to make those who dared to insult the Phantomhive family pay the price, Ciel deliberately ignored this point.

"It's just a casual remark." Sebastian reached out and held Charles' hand in his palm, ignoring the other party's silent rejection. He half-knelt down and used a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off his fingertips. His movements were light and gentle, as if he was protecting some precious treasure.

"Master, you are a little too excited."

Ciel: ...

"Perhaps you remember something you once said to Mr. Grindelwald?"

What...words?

Ciel looked at the demon in front of him in confusion.

"You are obsessed with the past," the devil said word by word, his mouth curled up, revealing his pale fangs. "It's really ugly."

Charles was silent for a while, then pulled his hand back: "Of course I know about that kind of thing."

But knowing is one thing, and many times human thoughts are not so easily controlled.

"Oh?" The demon leaned closer and whispered in Charles' ear. "Are you just giving up like that?"

too close......

Warm breath hit his ears, and Charles looked at Sebastian's cheek so close to him, lost in thought for a rare time.

It's really too close...

But he seemed to have gotten used to it.

Charles suddenly realized this.

He is actually a person with a strong sense of boundaries. The purgatory-like experience he had in the past made it difficult for him to feel any fondness for getting close to other people.

It seems that only this demon is different...

Ciel thought that perhaps he would never again trust another creature as much as he trusted Sebastian.

Perhaps his heart had already been desolate for a long time, and perhaps those weak emotions had already melted away in his previous life.

Even though he knew very well that the child who had once curled up in a ball and could only sob weakly had long since disappeared into the darkness and would never appear again, the emotions that had once existed had become like ashes after being burned by a raging fire, leaving only a faint afterglow.

Sebastian had seen all his miserable appearances. He could see through his bright and beautiful appearance to his broken heart. He saw the dirty boy trapped in the cage. He saw himself who was completely different from his disguise and had fallen into the quagmire...

Only Sebastian can see the real him.

Charles knew that no matter who it was, as long as they could see him, see his true existence, and prove to him that his past experiences were not false, he would become dependent on the other person.

Thinking of this, the string in Charles' heart that had been tense since this afternoon suddenly relaxed.

Almost all the knowledge he currently understands and masters comes from the devil. Nearly eight years of living with the devil day and night have made his every move full of the devil's mark.

Even though he now knew that the other party's "cultivation" of him might have some malicious intent, could he really overturn all the habits of the past few years?

Even if he could do this, was it really worth spending so much of his energy on it?

Charles discarded all subjective emotional factors and made an almost cold assessment.

He then concluded:

It would be extremely foolish to give up everything you have now just for a momentary impulse.

"Master?" Sebastian couldn't help but touch his face when he met Charles' complicated gaze.

Oh, he thought that based on the young master's temper, he would definitely be angry and embarrassed when they were alone today.

Is it such a subtle reaction?

As expected of the young master, he seems to never be able to guess the young master's true reaction...

"Sebastian," Ciel looked at the demon so close. "Will you stay by my side forever?"

Sebastian was stunned for a moment, then took a half step back and knelt on one knee in front of Charles. His dark red eyes were filled with an obscure light, and his thin lips uttered a low and heart-moving word: "Of course, Master, I exist for you."

The devil in black gently took Ciel's left hand and kissed the back of his hand in a gesture of submission: "You are unique in this world."

He put so much effort into cultivating these dishes bit by bit personally, and they are the dishes that best suit his taste.