The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"A place filled with darkness and the breath of beasts will corrode people who are also burdened with karma." Charles' eyes were a little empty, and he said in a deep voice: "Once you step into it, it is easy to lose your mind and fall into madness."

"Everything you have experienced in these days will be integrated into your life and become a part of your life. Your daily life will become distorted and you will fall into a quagmire that you will never be able to climb out of. Your soul may never be able to ascend to heaven again."

"Eric, tell me, can you bear this?"

With slightly red eyes, Eric stared at Charles blankly and suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Charles, why do you know so much about this?"

It’s like…having experienced it firsthand.

Charles' lips trembled and his eyes flickered unconsciously.

Eric, who was sensitive to this, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and there was a sadness between his eyebrows that could not be ignored.

Eric stood up from his chair, walked a few steps to Charles, half squatted down and leaned against Charles' legs, looking up at him: "Charles, we all know that the Queen will not accept rejection."

They are the Phantomhive family, who have been loyal to the royal family for generations. They are the queen's loyal dogs and are dedicated to clearing obstacles for the royal family.

If the Queen cannot be satisfied, there is no need for the Phantomhive family to exist.

By then, the "dirty things" they had done under the queen's orders would become sharp blades that could easily destroy the entire family.

The Queen didn't even need to think of any excuse. She could send her entire family to the gallows as long as she made what they had done public.

Then, by pretending to be heartbroken, the Phantomhive family could be nailed to the pillar of shame.

What's more, the Phantomhive family has suppressed the underground forces in Britain for so many years. Once they lose their deterrent power, what awaits them will definitely not be a good end.

On this road, you can only move forward, not backward.

This is the fate of being born into the cursed Phantomhive family.

"Eric, if you don't want me to..."

Eric stretched out a finger and gently pressed it against Ciel's lips, stopping Ciel from speaking.

"I know what you want to say..." Eric slowly lowered his hand, squeezed his fingers into Charles' fingers, and intertwined his palms.

"But, Ciel, this is what I should bear. I can't let you continue to sacrifice for me."

"Eric..."

Eric straightened his back, rested his forehead against Charles's, and smiled softly, "I am also the older brother after all. How can I hide behind my younger brother all the time?"

"Charles, don't underestimate me."

"what......"

Charles opened his mouth but ultimately did not ask the question that was on the tip of his tongue.

Eric, did you guess something?

......

With Sebastian's "help", Eric quickly found the "murderer" - the second in line to the throne.

The prince heard from somewhere that the queen had been in poor health recently. In order to smoothly inherit the throne, he sent his men to assassinate the queen's only son.

Not to mention how painful and conflicted the Queen was when she received the report of the case, Eric became a darling of the social circle again because of this incident.

Everyone could see the queen's favor for him, and everyone knew that Eric would definitely be the next Count of Phantomhive and the future king of the underworld.

After receiving the Queen's public favor and support, those shameful little thoughts that were kept secret would naturally no longer appear in front of Eric.

The process of Eric taking over the family business was like applying a layer of lubricant, and the efficiency was much faster than before.

This is actually very ironic.

If Charles had not realized in advance that Vincent wanted to die, and if Vincent had not been sent away by the two of them in the name of fake death, then Eric would now be loyal to the enemy who killed his father. Not only that, Eric, who was kept in the dark, would probably be grateful for the queen's closeness and kneel in front of her willingly to offer his own loyalty and that of his descendants...

It makes me sick just thinking about it.

"By the way, Sebastian, how did you bring suspicion of murder to the Crown Prince?" Charles asked.

Charles had kept the order to Sebastian to kill the Crown Prince a secret from Eric, as he was worried that the shock would be too great at one time and Eric would not be able to accept it.

"Because the man was indeed killed by the assassin sent by His Highness." Sebastian said as he poured Charles a cup of black tea at just the right temperature.

"Hmm?" Charles paused while drinking his tea.

"Because the young master said that he hoped to use this incident to make the Phantomhive family regain the respect of the queen, so I took the initiative to do a little trick."

Sebastian tucked the silver tray under his elbow.

"I just provided a little help to the killer."

For example, he dealt with the crown prince's bodyguards before him, or led away the servants who suddenly got up, or hinted the location of the crown prince through various methods, such as...

However, Sebastian did not expect that the married crown prince would be in the maid's bed at first.

"Oh," Charles snorted coldly, "That must be hard work for you."

Tiny hands and feet?

how could it be possible.

“But it’s well done.”

"I'm honored by your compliment." Sebastian responded with a smile.

Humans are very strong creatures. Even if they fall into the abyss, they can still grab the only thread and climb back up...

But this is not what Charles wanted. If it were him, he would rather hold on to the spider silk tightly and pull the other person down, let the other person fall into hell, experience firsthand everything he had experienced, and taste the humiliation and pain he had suffered.

Apologies and regrets were too weak for Ciel.

He wants all those who betrayed and insulted Phantomhive to pay for what they have done.

Charles tightened his fingers holding the teacup. His gloomy eyes were reflected in the dark red tea, and ripples appeared as he moved.

"Master." Sebastian suddenly spoke up, interrupting Charles' thoughts.

"how?"

"You have been resting at home for more than half a month."

"I know this without you telling me." Charles put the teacup back on the table.

Ciel knew why Sebastian suddenly brought this up, he had stayed at home for too long.

Although he was still worried about Eric being alone, it was indeed time for him to go back to class.