The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Charles was stunned when he heard this. Madame Red's lively face now suddenly overlapped with the woman who fell in the cold rainy night in his previous life.

Charles could still clearly remember the dagger that fell into the muddy water, and the look in her eyes filled with sadness, nostalgia and reluctance when she looked at him at the last moment of her life...

Charles' eyelashes trembled, and his white fingers stroked the rim of the teacup. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said softly: "Ah, I know."

Of course I know about this kind of thing.

"What an idiot..." Charles sighed in a barely audible voice.

Charles, who was looking down, didn't notice that when he saw a nostalgic look on his face, the smile in Eric's eyes suddenly froze.

So… in the end, even Angelina is gone?

Eric's hand holding the teacup trembled unconsciously.

He suddenly wanted to know what his brother had experienced in that future, a future where he no longer existed...

He was clearly just a weak, shy and timid child at the beginning. What kind of hardships did he go through to become the elegant and indifferent person he is now, as if he doesn't care about anything?

Eric couldn't help but look at Sebastian who was now behind Ciel.

Perhaps, the answer to his question could only come from the mouth of this demon who had always been following Charles.

So...what price did Charles pay to make the devil follow him willingly?

Oh yeah?

What should I do? Master Eric seems to have discovered my little tail.

Noticing Eric's gaze, Sebastian raised the corners of his lips slightly, and stood behind Ciel with his head lowered.

So, what will the young master do next?

He suddenly looked forward to it...

"I'm sorry, Master Eric." Sebastian looked at the boy in front of him, not surprised at all.

"I won't tell you anything without the young master's permission."

Eric stood quietly where he was, his not-so-strong body beginning to display the aura of a superior.

He was not arrogant enough to think that his aura could suppress the devil. He just wanted to give himself a little more confidence, even if it was only a little bit.

"I don't need you to tell me anything in person. You just need to nod or shake your head. Is that not okay?"

"Oh," Sebastian tilted his head, his eyebrows and eyes showing a faint smile: "You and the young master are really brothers. You are especially good at handling troubles flexibly."

"Yes or no?" Eric looked at Sebastian without blinking.

Sebastian held his chin with one hand and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly under Eric's breathless gaze.

"If that's the case, it's not against the master's orders, but I should go prepare afternoon tea for the master at this time."

"However, I can only answer three of your questions." Sebastian held up three fingers.

"Did father's plan succeed?" Eric asked impatiently as Sebastian finished speaking.

Ah la, what an anxious young master...

As sharp as the young master.

A smile flashed in Sebastian's eyes and he nodded.

Eric's fingers at his sides clenched into fists in an instant, he closed his eyes, and uttered the difficult question again.

"So... Is Ciel the only one left in the Phantomhive family?"

Sebastian nodded again.

"Next is the last question." Sebastian reminded.

Eric let out a slow breath, barely controlling the tremor in his voice, and opened and closed his mouth several times.

"I mean, the price Ciel paid in order to sign a contract with you was not just his life, right?"

In fact, ever since Eric learned Sebastian's true identity, he has been secretly investigating matters related to the devil.

However, there are very few specific descriptions of devil contracts in human books, and most of them are rumors and stories circulating around the UK. However, even from these few descriptions, it can be perceived that signing a contract with the devil is definitely not an easy thing to do.

In other words, it might not be a good thing for the person who signed the contract...

All the rumors have one thing in common - the devil has a close relationship with the human soul.

The handsome devil slowly grinned, revealing a light pink tongue. He tilted his head, put a finger on his lips, and his half-long hair fell between his handsome eyebrows.

"Didn't I tell you? The young master is unique to me."

The demon did not refute his words...

When he realized this, even though Eric was mentally prepared, he still felt a loud bang in his head, as if a heavy hammer had hit his brain hard, making his mind go blank in an instant.

Eric didn't know when Sebastian left. When he came to his senses, he was the only one left in the empty room.

A cold liquid fell on the back of his hand. Eric raised his hand and touched his face, and found that he didn't know when he started crying.

After dropping a bomb into Eric's heart, Sebastian came to Charles with carefully prepared refreshments.

"You're late." Ciel looked up at Sebastian.

"I'm sorry, young master." Sebastian placed the snacks and tea from the cart on the table in front of Ciel.

"Today's dessert is a specially made Black Forest mousse cake. Because it needs to be refrigerated, it took a little time to make."

Ciel looked at the cake with beautiful chocolate glaze in front of him, then looked at Sebastian.

Even though the dessert in front of him looked complicated and would take a lot of time to make, but... Ciel always felt that Sebastian was hiding something from him.

Although there was no substantial evidence, he could feel that the demon's emotions were inexplicably high, and this alone was enough to make him suspicious.

"Master, do you have any other instructions?" Sebastian still looked respectful.

Ciel's eyes paused on Sebastian's face for a moment before moving to the cake in front of him. He used a dessert fork to pick up a piece of cake and put it in his mouth.

"No, it's okay."

There are probably only a few things that can make this devil happy, and no matter what the reason is, 80% of them will happen to him in the end.

Charles had no intention of satisfying the devil's evil taste. After all, he would find out sooner or later.

......

Ciel soon found out the reason for Sebastian's abnormal behavior the moment he saw Eric again.

Although Eric tried very hard to control his emotions and pretend to be unaware of anything, Charles still saw through him.

Ciel's brows furrowed slightly, he turned his head and glared at Sebastian fiercely, then raised his hand and pressed Eric's shoulder.

"Eric, do you have anything you want to ask me?" Charles asked directly.

In fact, Charles didn't think there was anything he couldn't talk about in his past experiences.

It was all the suffering he had gone through in the past that had shaped him into what he is today. If even he could abandon those hatreds and those unforgettable memories, then...

Who is he?

What qualifications does he have to continue standing here?

The reason why I kept it a secret from Eric was simply because I felt there was no need to say it out loud.

Charles had no interest in exposing his scars to others for admiration and sympathy. Eric was fine now, and he didn't need to bear the psychological pressure that he didn't need to bear.

Based on what Charles knew about Eric, he would definitely feel extremely guilty for not protecting himself.

But now that Eric has noticed it himself...

Then there is no reason to continue hiding it.

He didn't want Eric to be misled by Sebastian and do something irrational.

The devil is good at using true words to weave lies.

"I..." Eric tried hard to force a smile, but the corners of his mouth kept falling down uncontrollably.

"If you'd tell me."

If possible, Eric didn't want Charles to recall that painful memory again.

Eric had come into contact with "victims" in similar situations before - even if he didn't want to use the term "victim" to describe his brother.

He knew very well that every recollection was equivalent to a repetition of a past experience for the victim.

That kind of thing was too cruel for Charles, and Eric really couldn't bear it.

"Of course, it's okay if you don't want to say it." Eric added hastily.

"There's nothing that can't be said." Charles sighed softly.

"But before that, I want to tell you that all the decisions I make are for myself." Charles looked at Eric with his eyes that were like the finest glass.

"Whether I decide to sign a contract with the devil, whether I choose to give up my ordinary life and support the Phantomhive family again, or whether I take revenge on those who dared to insult me, it's all for myself."

“It has nothing to do with anyone else.”

Charles' expression was very calm, even a little cold.

"The dead are dead. There is no point in seeking revenge for the dead."

"Even if revenge is successful, they will never be able to return to this world. I knew this from the beginning."

"So I won't waste my time on meaningless hatred."

"You don't need to do anything extra."

Eric stared at Charles in a daze and suddenly smiled: "It's great that you think this way, Charles."

It’s so nice not to be trapped by those painful memories!

As for Charles' last words, Eric selectively ignored them.

He knew that Charles was just expressing his concern in an awkward way.

"You..." Charles' eyelashes trembled and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Is he also a fool?"

......

Eric and Charles slept in the same bed as they did when they were children, and they talked all night long.

In fact, it was more of Eric asking questions and Charles answering them.

Although Charles's answer was extremely concise, Eric could not help but make his own associations.

With just a few words, he had sketched out in his mind the image of a lonely, pitiful little boy who was busy with various tasks every day and was bullied from time to time because of his age.

Others who were intimidated by the Queen's foreign dog:...

So, we are a joke in your eyes?

"In other words, your daily life is only about work and study?" At dawn, Eric summarized the information he got from Charles and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Yeah." Charles nodded. "Is there something wrong?"

He feels that this kind of life is very fulfilling.

"Something's wrong!" Eric held Charles' shoulders and shook him.

"You were only thirteen years old then? Didn't you have any time for fun and relaxation?"

"What about your friends? Don't you have anyone you can talk to other than the people you meet at work?"

Charles frowned again: "Those meaningless social events and banquets are boring. As for friends..."

A flamboyant and unbridled face suddenly flashed through Charles' mind, and he seemed to be able to hear his noisy chattering in his ears.

The words on the tip of my tongue suddenly changed direction: "Maybe, there is one?"

"He's a noisy guy though."

Eric always thought he had worked hard enough, but he didn't expect that Charles was even more ambitious than him.

But think about it, the power in his hands can be said to be a peaceful transition, and Charles's situation at that time can be said to be the beginning of hell...

To make the Phantomhive family stand at the top of the dark society again in just a few years, even with the help of demons, the effort required is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

This kind of "boring" and "lonely" lifestyle, Charles has persisted alone for so many years...

Eric felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by a big hand. It was sore and painful. Whenever he thought his heart had become numb from the pain, Charles' experience would always make him even more heartbroken.

He couldn't help but hug his brother tightly.

"Eric?" Charles, who was caught off guard by Eric's embrace, subconsciously reached out to protect Eric.

"Charles." Eric buried his head in Charles' neck and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work. You have worked really hard."

Charles looked at the gorgeous bed curtains above his head, feeling the warmth coming from Eric's body, and was speechless for a long time.