The Charles Becomes a Wizard

In the banquet hall of the manor, the fifteen-year-old Ciel Phantomhive moved among the guests with ease. No matter they were ordinary people with high wealth or nervous wizards, they all smiled unconsciously after talking with him.

The atmosphere at the banquet was peaceful, even though Charles still felt annoyed by such social occasions.

Selwyn, who was proud of his status and unwilling to communicate with Muggles, sat alone with his arms folded on a chair for guests to rest next to the hall, watching coldly as Parkinson and others walked into the crowd in self-degradation.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" At this moment, a tray full of wine glasses suddenly appeared in front of him. Selwyn looked up subconsciously and saw a face that he would never forget.

Looking at Sebastian, who was dressed in a proper butler's uniform and white gloves and was serving them politely, Selwyn suddenly felt that his arrogance and persistence had become ridiculous.

This wizard with such powerful strength can only be a butler in Phantomhive. How can he, who comes here with his family to seek asylum, have the right to be arrogant?

Selwyn finally realized his current situation correctly.

He curled his fingers at his side, and his eyes were filled with surging emotions. After a moment, he raised his hand, picked up a glass of red wine and drank it all. Then he put the empty glass back on the tray and took another one. This pure-blood loyalist looked at Sebastian deeply and turned into the crowd.

The banquet lasted until midnight, and it could be said that both the host and the guests had a great time. However, until the banquet was coming to an end, the wizards still did not receive any hints from Ciel, as if the other party really just simply invited them to a banquet. All their previous speculations were just wishful thinking, and the boy did not treat them differently.

This made them feel anxious...

"It's about time for me to leave." Charles said after glancing at the wall clock.

"Eh? Young master, are you going to bed?" Liu Xi asked with a smile, shaking his wine glass.

"Ah, for a kid like me, it's time to rest." Charles nodded to the guests, "Then please enjoy yourself from now on."

"Really? Young Master only calls himself a child when it benefits him." Sebastian said with a smile as he followed Ciel out of the banquet hall.

"Stop talking too much." Charles didn't stop. He didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

"How is it?" Charles asked suddenly out of the blue as they walked along the long corridor.

"Young Master has very good taste." Sebastian opened the door of the room for Charles.

During today's dinner, he had been secretly watching the wizards' every move, observing whether they were qualified to become future partners of the Phantomhive family.

"Humph," Charles raised his hand and pulled off the bow tie around his neck, "These wizards are still too arrogant."

Ciel did not miss the wizards' disdain for ordinary people during the banquet.

"It still needs a little polishing before it can be used."

Although the previous cooperation with the Malfoy family was quite pleasant, Charles did not intend to put all his eggs in one basket, and it was inevitable that he would want to choose new partners from the nobles.

Of course, if Charles requested, Gellert would be very willing to hand over part of his industry and subordinates to Charles for management in advance.

——He truly regarded Ciel as his heir, and it didn’t make much difference to him whether he gave those things to Ciel sooner or later.

However, compared to inheritance, Charles enjoyed the pleasure of expanding his power step by step through various arrangements. He enjoyed the feeling of fighting with humans openly or covertly. For him, this was as exciting and interesting as a game.

Ciel loves games, and the feeling of satisfaction when he finally wins.

So even though Ciel doesn't have to do anything now, he still enjoys expanding the Phantomhive family's influence in the wizarding world.

Sebastian reached out and took the bow tie from Charles' hand, half-bending over to unbutton Charles' shirt that had been buttoned to the top: "Hasn't the master already arranged it?"

"Hmm?" Charles turned his head slightly to look at him: "Are you dissatisfied with my arrangement?"

"Not really." Sebastian took off Charles' shirt and picked up a loose robe from the side and put it on him. "But Master, if you follow the plan, you might get hurt."

"Humph, even if I really get hurt, you'll think I deserve it, right?" Charles looked down at the demon who was half-kneeling on the ground to untie the sock clips that were tight on his thighs.

"It's enough for you as long as I'm alive, isn't it?"

"If possible, I would rather the young master protect himself." Sebastian's fingers in white gloves gently touched the red marks on Charles' fair legs caused by the socks.

"Although that trapped, ugly caterpillar-like posture really suits the young master very well."

"But a qualified butler cannot watch his master get hurt. This behavior does not conform to my aesthetics."

"I would be very distressed if you were hurt."

The strange touch on his legs made Charles quickly pull his legs back into the bed. He buried his legs under the quilt and stared at Sebastian with wide eyes.

"What are you doing!"

"Oh?" Sebastian withdrew his hand with an innocent look. His eyes paused for a moment on the tip of Charles' red ear, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Master, your leg is rubbed by the sock clip. In order not to affect tomorrow's hunting activities, you need to apply medicine properly."

Ciel actually didn't understand why he had such a big reaction just now, but he didn't think too much about it. He just didn't want to relive the feeling just now. After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand: "Give me the ointment, I can do it myself."