The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The elegant and noble Count Phantomhive seems to have gone mad.

This inexplicable news spread rapidly among the aristocratic circles under the spread of ulterior motives.

"Oh my God, are you serious?"

"Yes, I heard that he has transferred that part of the assets to the name of that shameless second son."

"Oh my god, how could there be such a person? Is he not even eleven years old and he's already coveting his brother's property?"

"Could it be that Count Phantomhive wants to change the heir? But the two children are still so young..."

"The second son seems to rarely appear in social settings. I heard that his health has not been very good."

“I don’t know what kind of smooth-talking guy actually succeeded in deceiving Count Phantomhive. I’d really like to take a look…” The gorgeously dressed ladies half-covered their faces with exquisite feather fans and whispered in a condescending manner. One after another, their eyes fell on Count Phantomhive’s family who had been invited to the dinner and had just stepped into the banquet hall.

Of course, they did not have the courage to gossip in front of Vincent, but there were still many people who were willing to gossip, to make things difficult for Mrs. Phantomhive, whose life was too happy, and to sow discord between the twins of the Phantomhive family, preferably to make them turn against each other.

So, when Vincent and Rachel went out to socialize, Eric, who was left to look after his brother, just went to get some dessert for his brother. When he came back, he saw Charles surrounded by ladies.

"Charles!" Eric called out.

Charles, who had been sitting on the chair with a smile on his face, heard a series of seemingly caring but actually divisive words such as "Be careful of the second son", "Father is not partial to the younger brother, it is reasonable for the eldest son to suffer a little", "Some people have bad intentions since childhood, you should pay more attention to them", etc. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared when he saw Eric outside the crowd.

"Eric, I'm here." The handsome boy ignored the stiff expressions of the people around him and trotted behind Eric. He grabbed the corner of his clothes with his fingers and secretly poked his head out from behind his shoulder like a frightened animal.

"Good night, everyone. I wonder what you want to talk to my brother about?" Eric casually stuffed the plate in his hand into Charles's hand, and a smile exactly the same as the one Charles had on his chubby face appeared on his face before.

Since Charles' health had always been poor, he rarely appeared in social occasions. Outsiders only knew that Count Phantomhive had two sons, but few people knew that they were twins. The two almost identical faces exposed at this moment caused quite a stir, and the face of the person who had just gossiped instantly became particularly ugly.

If they remembered correctly, the name of Count Phantomhive's eldest son was Eric.

In other words... they just said bad things about the second son in front of him?

Thinking about his behavior before, how could they not understand that they had just been fooled by him? If it was just a child's prank, they would have laughed it off, but what was rare was the thoughtfulness. No matter how they evaluated him, the child kept smiling without revealing any emotional changes.

As expected, he is the one who could persuade Count Phantomhive to change his heir...

Many smart people present mentally circled the pitiful boy hiding behind his brother as someone who needs attention.

However, there are always idiots everywhere. There are also people who feel humiliated and angry, and it is inevitable that they can't control their mouths when they are angry.

"Master Eric, I advise you not to be too kind. It would be bad if someone stabbed you in the back." The girl with a complicated bun, young and energetic, elegant and gorgeous skirt and exquisite jewelry around her neck showed that she came from a good family and was spoiled. Naturally, she refused to admit that she was deceived by a child.

"Yes, the man just now," the equally arrogant woman behind her raised her eyes slightly, "his expression was not like it is now, Master Eric, don't be fooled."

Eric, who had a strong "weak" filter for his brother, couldn't stand others provoking their feelings like this. It was rare for Ciel to agree to go out and relax. What if they made him sick? Just as he was about to retort, he felt his clothes being pulled. Eric thought Ciel was afraid, so he grabbed his wrist with his backhand. Before he could speak, he heard his brother's casual words.

"If Marquis Andrew has this attitude, then our previous cooperation will come to an end." The boy frowned slightly, then smiled shyly, "It just so happened that my father transferred the industry that had a cooperative relationship with the Marquis to my name not long ago. The quality of the products provided by the factory is really too poor. I think it would be much better to change a raw material supplier, right?"

The expressions on the faces of the mother and daughter, who had originally looked proud, froze instantly. The economic situation had not recovered in recent years, and most of the other industries under the name of the Marquis were unable to make ends meet. The factories that cooperated with Phantomhive could be said to be the pillars of their extravagant lifestyle. If the cooperation ended, the savings of the Marquis's mansion might not be enough to pay for their shining jewelry and gorgeous dresses...

But even if their lives were controlled, they were arrogant by nature and were unwilling to bow down to a child in public. What kind of words would that be? At most, they could send some gifts to the Phantomhive mansion to appease them. Besides, business is not playing house. Those properties are said to be transferred to the child's name, but they are definitely managed by the earl. What can a child understand? The earl will definitely not end the cooperation at will.

The mother and daughter comforted themselves and still held their heads high.

"Ah, your young master didn't come today?" The young man with delicate features half raised his head, his eyes like the deep sea sparkling with hope, "I met him briefly in Oxford before, he looks a lot like Marquis Andrew! But, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to say hello."

As soon as Charles finished speaking, the discussion around him suddenly became louder. You know, Marquis Andrew had always been known as a "loyal man". As a marquis, there was no gossip around him. He had been married to the marquise for more than ten years and had only two daughters. However, the relationship between the two was still very good. Even though he knew that after a hundred years, he would only watch the title and inheritance fall to the side branches, he remained unmoved by the constant stream of admirers... The feelings of the marquis for the marquise had once made all the noble ladies envious.

But now, Charles actually told them that the enviable love story was fake, and the Marquis might have an illegitimate child! For a moment, everyone was dizzy by this news.

"There are only two young ladies in our family. I think Master Charles may have recognized the wrong person." The Marquise's face turned pale and blue, and her fingers holding the feather fan tightened.

"Ah, that's how it is." Facing the sharp gaze of the Marquis, Charles shrank behind Eric and whispered to Eric in a voice that everyone could hear, "But that child does look a lot like the Marquis. If he wasn't the Marquis's son, why would the Marquis take the initiative to hold him? His wife was clearly with him at the time."

Eric tried to suppress the corners of his lips that kept curling up, and patted his brother's shoulder in a soothing manner. "Charles, are you sure it's this lady?"

Charles paused, looked up and carefully examined the Marquise's face, then apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry, madam, I recognized the wrong person. The lady next to the Marquis looked different from you."

"Pfft..." Someone in the crowd couldn't help laughing, and then there was a continuous stream of snickering. Charles' words were not an apology at all, but a stab into the Marquise's chest...

The farce ended with the sullen-faced Marquise forcibly dragging away the furious Second Marquis' daughter. Charles sat back in his original chair, but no one dared to look down on the boy who was eating dessert obediently with a tray in his hands.

A few simple words suppressed the always arrogant Marquise. No one knew whether the so-called "illegitimate child" was real, but it was predictable that the Marquis Andrew's mansion would be in chaos in the future...

This kind of mentality, this kind of means! He is only ten years old...

The people who had been secretly watching this place couldn't help but cast envious glances at Vincent. For them, it was too difficult to have a qualified heir, but this man actually had two! The eldest son Eric was the best among his peers. Although he didn't show much just now, the timing of each interruption was just right, which made people suspect that he was intentional. The second son Charles was meticulous and quick in his actions, and he immediately caught the weakness of the Marquise...

No matter which one is chosen as the heir, the Phantomhive family will not fall.

We must never let them grow up... The expressions of some people hiding in the crowd changed slightly, and they were determined to make sure these two children died halfway. They did not notice Vincent's cold gaze falling on them.

"My child is a naughty boy, please forgive me." Vincent raised the wine glass in his hand gently.

"Where."

"As expected of Earl Phantomhive, both young masters are outstanding."

"Alas, if our 'bad son' could be so 'naughty'..."

With the familiar compliments filling his ears, Vincent withdrew his gaze and took a sip of wine. After all, they were acquaintances, so this glass of wine was just a farewell for them.