The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The fingers of Charles' hand hanging at his side curled up slightly, and his neatly trimmed nails dug into his palm. The slight pain made his mind clearer.

The essence of a contract is actually a transaction.

To be honest, he has been the devil's property since the moment the contract was established.

He has no right to object no matter how the other party wants to "shape" him.

There's no point getting angry about this kind of thing.

However, since he chose to sell himself...

Of course it has to be sold at a good price.

Charles is not a person who likes to deceive himself. It is too ugly to see him trading himself away while complaining about himself as if he was being coerced and wronged.

His pride would not allow him to become that ugly, and he never regretted the decisions he made.

What's more, by taking advantage of the devil's obsession with "aesthetics", he can do a lot of things for himself.

Ciel lowered his eyes and looked at Sebastian's profile illuminated by the brilliant fireworks in the sky. A few complicated emotions flashed in his eyes: "Sebastian, this is an order, you are not allowed to leave me."

Like an order or a request,

The boy's voice sounded thin and fragile in this noisy night, just like him, like a flower that could be easily plucked into the palm of one's hand and admired at will.

The devil's eyes flashed with an obscure and dark light. He half lowered his head, his slightly long hair blocking his greedy and persistent gaze. He responded in a low and magnetic voice: "Yes, my lord."

There was a slight stinging pain in his right eye, and Ciel knew that the contract between him and the devil had deepened again.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly slowly flapping its wings.

Ah... Just like that, just keep looking at him.

Until the last moment comes, just keep looking at him...

......

"Charles! Charles, where have you been just now?" Charles's arm suddenly felt heavy when they returned to the bustling banquet hall. Eric put his arm on Charles' shoulder and moved his face, which was very similar to Charles', closer, looking him up and down.

"Did you not come to see my parade?!"

"Eric's performance just now was excellent." Charles lied without changing his expression, but avoided answering Eric's first question.

"Really?"

"Of course, Eric was really handsome just now."

Eric smiled brightly when he heard that. Just as he was about to say something, a female voice suddenly came from the side: "Ah, this is Phantomhive-san."

“Today’s game was really great.”

"And my brother wrote in his letter that he is an excellent freshman."

Charles and Eric turned their heads together and saw a lady dressed in fancy clothes. Behind her was the supervisor of the Blue Hall, who was surrounded by six girls of different ages.

"Speaking of which..." Soma came closer at some point and whispered in Charles' ear.

"I've heard before that the Blue Hall's supervisor, Lawrence Brewer, has many sisters. It's really spectacular now."

Ah, Lawrence Brewer, surrounded by sisters, couldn't even maintain his usual calm and indifferent expression at school.

It was the first time that Soma saw the other person look embarrassed.

"Thank you for the compliment." Eric thanked him with a smile.

"Hmm..." After saying this, the lady did not leave immediately. Instead, she looked Eric up and down with a meaningful look.

"May I ask what may I do for you?"

Why are you looking at him like that?

"Wow! It looks really cute!" Suddenly, a person who looked almost exactly like the lady before jumped out from the side and looked at Eric and Charles with shining eyes.

The two men surrounded Charles and Eric on the left and right, observing and commenting.

“Although he looks a little small.”

"But he has good looks, good brains, and good family background. All three are present."

"Uh-huh."

"No matter how you look at it, he will be a good man in the future."

"And there happened to be two of them!"

The two of them suddenly looked at each other, and then pulled over two twins who were about the same age as Charles and Eric from somewhere.

They asked in unison: "How about marrying our sister?"

"Huh?" Charles and Eric twitched their lips and took a step back. "No, we..."

"Eric!" Elizabeth's arrival broke the awkward atmosphere. "Nice to meet you, everyone. I'm Eric's fiancée, Elizabeth."

Charles saw the opportunity and without any brotherly sentiment, he left Eric behind and turned away, dragging Soma who was trying to hang herself on him.

But this time he received a warm treatment that was completely different from the previous day's festival.

Looking at the students who came up to greet him intentionally or unintentionally, Charles felt a headache.

Therefore, he always felt it was necessary to keep a certain distance from Eric when outside.

After all, the weight of a second son who has a good relationship with the earl's heir and a second son who has been abandoned by the family are completely different in the eyes of these people.

In his previous life, Charles didn't like to flatter others, nor was he willing to participate in social gatherings among nobles which he thought had little meaning. Many times he had to show up just to save the face of the Phantomhive family.

So in this life he enjoyed the feeling of being "forgotten" by these people, and it was simply the best thing for him not to have to attend all those boring dinner parties.

However, after today, I'm afraid no one will think that his relationship with Eric is bad anymore.

After all, Eric's eagerness on the court couldn't be faked.

Thinking about the troubles that might come later,

After finally getting rid of the chattering Soma, Charles stood in an inconspicuous corner of the hall and slowly exhaled a breath.

"Master, come and eat something first." Sebastian considerately handed over a plate with food.

Charles looked down and waved his hand uninterestedly: "I have no appetite."

"Master," Sebastian pushed the plate forward. "Being picky about food is bad for your health. You are indeed a little too weak compared to Master Eric."

"what?"

So you did it on purpose!

Is this why you deliberately picked a plate of something I don't like?

"Ah, Master is still a child indeed." Sebastian touched his chin, suddenly raised a finger and whispered coaxingly. "If Master is willing to eat well, how about having a piece of chocolate cake tonight?"