The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Sebastian heard the sound of his own heart beating wildly, his scarlet eyes turned into the vertical pupils unique to predators, and the dark shadow grew wildly like the sudden surge of desire in his heart.

The thin boy in front of him had been subordinate to him since birth. That kind of nobility and tyranny was engraved in his bones.

Stubborn and indifferent, he would do anything to achieve his goal, even if it meant betraying the light and abandoning his faith, he would not flinch at all...

Although in darkness, the soul is not stained by darkness.

This is simply the best meal in this broken world!

"You always surprise me." Sebastian raised his lips in a beautiful arc, and his real eyes seemed to lick Charles carefully.

A low sigh emanated from his mouth: "You are truly worthy of my soul, no...my young master."

Charles shuddered violently, feeling as if he was being stared at by a wild beast, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Take away that disgusting look of yours."

"Ah, I'm really sorry," Sebastian said with one hand on his chest and lowered his eyes in an extremely sincere tone, "Because you look so delicious, I couldn't control myself for a moment."

"I'm telling you," Charles' forehead was crossed, "have you been too complacent recently?"

"No, I just said what I really think."

Ciel: ...

You still have a point, don't you?!

Ciel glared at the arrogant Sebastian fiercely, wishing he could bite a piece of flesh off his body. However, seeing his smiling face, he turned away in frustration and said, "Forget it. Go investigate the family that attacked the Phantomhive family tonight."

"Master, do you want to declare war directly on those families?" Sebastian asked.

"No, just send the people they send to their rooms before daybreak."

There is no need to be too wary of guys like this who act directly without knowing the other party's background. Once they see the corpses of their men, they will naturally know what to do next.

Now the point is...

Charles closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled.

Even if the Queen did not instigate these assassinations tonight, they must have been condoned by her.

Although Charles' heart was boiling with rage, he knew clearly that he could do nothing now.

At least before Eric successfully inherited the title, he must not alert the enemy.

No, wait...

Charles's mind raced.

Perhaps tonight is the best opportunity to take action. Only if something happens tonight will no one suspect the Phantomhive family.

The Phantomhive family, which only has two underage children left to lead, is already amazing for being able to withstand wave after wave of attacks. It is impossible for them to have the extra energy to attack others...

If handled well, it might even be possible to force the Queen to support the Phantomhive family again.

After all, in the Queen's heart, their family has always been very loyal.

"Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Charles opened his eyes quickly: "Tomorrow morning I want to see the news of the accidental death of the first crown prince appear in the newspaper."

Have you made up your mind so quickly?

Sebastian praised softly, "You are worthy of being my master."

Ciel glanced at Sebastian, "There's only one thing you should say right now."

Sebastian knelt down on one knee, gently lifted Ciel's right hand, and placed a light kiss on the back of his hand.

"Yes, my lord."

The next morning, Charles saw the news of the death of the first heir to the throne in the newspaper. Sebastian arranged a very dishonorable death for him - he died in the maid's bed and was assassinated.

This news instantly caused an uproar in society, and the spreading rumors pushed the entire royal family to the forefront.

Her Majesty the Queen was furious and ordered Scotland Yard to investigate the real culprit.

But as time went by, Scotland Yard still found nothing.

At this time, the queen, who was heartbroken because of the loss of her only son, set her sights on Eric, who had propped up the crumbling Phantomhive house in the face of repeated attacks.

Although Eric had lost a considerable amount of property after the Queen's investigation, at his age, it was already a great achievement for him to be able to do this, let alone save his life from the nobles who were eyeing him covetously.

So on this day, Eric received a long-awaited summons from the Queen.

Looking at the very familiar wax seal on the white envelope, Eric's usual smile disappeared from his face and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

The experiences of the past few days have made him see the true face of the queen. The little bit of hope that was left in his heart had long been worn away by the repeated attacks and the repeated ignored requests for help. Now there is nothing left.

"Don't you want to open it and take a look?" Charles asked Eric, supporting his chin with his hands crossed.

Eric glanced at Ciel, was silent for a moment, and took the letter opener from Sebastian's hand.

After reading the letter, he handed it to Charles without saying a word, and Charles took it without hesitation.

Although the Queen's letter was written in beautiful words and every word seemed to reveal a sense of pain and sorrow, it did not make Charles ignore her true intentions.

"Charles..." Eric tilted his head back, his eyes fixed on the crystal chandelier above his head. Even though the dazzling light made his eyes hurt and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, he refused to look away.

"Tell me, am I really stupid in her eyes?" Eric's voice trembled slightly.

"What difference does it make?" asked Charles.

"Is it okay?"

Yeah, it's okay...

Whether it's himself or Phantomhive, in the eyes of the old man, they are just tools that are easy to use and can be discarded at will. Who would care about the thoughts of the tools?

Charles looked at Eric and said slowly, "Eric, I hope you can be happy."

"Even if you don't want to be a hound of the underworld, you still have other options." Charles waved the letter in his hand. "Now is the time for you to make a choice."

Should you choose to accept the Queen's call, or choose to reject her request?