The Charles Becomes a Wizard

(After too many serious plots, I always want to do something less serious)

(Don’t bring in any emotions, please believe in my love for Bo-chan!!!)

(As usual, not relevant to the main text, you can read it or not——)

Charles walked barefoot on the thick carpeted floor. The pale blue veins could be vaguely seen on his skin that was white and almost transparent. His small and clean toes seemed to be one size smaller than those of his peers, as if they could be easily held in the palm of his hand and admired.

There was an exquisite red rope on that delicate ankle. The bright color looked extremely eye-catching, like a dazzling tattoo engraved in his bones and blood.

He was only wearing a loose shirt that didn't fit him properly. The hem of the shirt fell above his knees, half-exposing his legs covered with various marks, which clearly showed the demon's malicious possessiveness that trapped him here.

At this moment, Charles was like a young animal that had strayed into a trap, fleeing in panic in this large castle that looked like a maze.

This is a game between the devil and him, a game called "hide and seek", using his relatives and friends as bargaining chips, forcing him to participate.

After the initial collapse of discovering what the devil had done to him behind his back, Charles quickly forced himself to calm down. He had actually been mentally prepared for this situation. Anyway, whether it was his body or his soul, it was all a sacrifice to the devil...

But his calm and indifferent attitude made Sebastian dissatisfied. The devil with evil taste hoped to see more interesting reactions from Ciel, so he started a seemingly endless game.

Every day they come up with new tricks to make him look miserable.

"Master, let's change the way we play today. Let's hide before the sun sets, anywhere. If you work hard enough, Master Eric will be able to see tomorrow's sunrise..." The devil still had a gentle smile on his face when he said this, but the words he said made Charles feel cold all over.

This game was very unfair. The standard of "effort" was decided by Sebastian himself, but Charles knew that he had no right to refuse.

This castle was terrifyingly large, with dark, winding corridors and endless staircases that seemed like a maze. All the rooms were arranged exactly the same, and there were no signs on the doors, so Charles couldn't tell where he was...

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, the sound of leather shoes colliding with the wooden stairs, neither fast nor slow. It was Sebastian's unique sign. Charles had heard it countless times, and this kind of footsteps once made him feel extremely at ease.

But now...

The regular sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and a trace of panic flashed in Charles' eyes. He pursed his lips and pushed open one of the doors. After quickly scanning the room, he stuffed himself into the closet against the wall and wrapped himself tightly with the bedding in the closet, trying to get a little warmth for his cold body.

The thick carpet in the hallway made the demon's footsteps sound very light, and also made Ciel lose track of Sebastian's movements.

He didn't know whether the demon had left the floor or not, nor did he know whether the demon was standing smugly at the door, looking at his panic-stricken appearance.

This fear that is foreseeable but has not yet come is more frightening than the unknown.

Ciel bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, hoping to force himself to calm down through the pain.

He held his breath and tried hard to reduce his presence. In this small space, he could clearly hear his own noisy heartbeat, so clear that he wanted to stop it manually.

I don't know how long it had been, it seemed like several hours, or just a moment, Charles heard a "creaking" sound coming from the door. The almost inaudible sound completely shattered the precarious peace. Charles' body trembled violently, he reached out and grabbed the quilt wrapped around him, drops of cold sweat falling on his smooth white forehead.

His heart almost wanted to jump out of his throat.

he came!

There was a sound of footsteps in the room, and Charles could feel the sound getting closer and closer to him, which made him unconsciously tense up.

Finally the footsteps stopped in front of the closet.

"Well, if it was the young master, he wouldn't have chosen such an obvious place..."

Ciel heard Sebastian talking to himself, they were so close that the demon's warm breath seemed to be able to penetrate the thin door and hit him directly in the face.

After Sebastian finished speaking, he walked around the room and slowly walked towards the door. Then the sound of the door colliding was heard, which meant that the devil had left the room...

Charles exhaled slowly, but did not completely relax. He held his breath and waited for a long time before gently moving his body, which had become stiff from maintaining the same posture for a long time.

Then, his eyes inadvertently swept across the gap in the closet, where he met a pair of smiling dark red eyes that had been staring at him for who knows how long...

In an instant, Charles felt that every inch of blood in his body solidified, and a deep chill spread through his bones.

The closet door slowly opened, revealing Sebastian's smiling face.

"Master, I found you." The thin lips uttered a verdict that almost made Charles collapse.

Sebastian carried the sweaty Charles out of the closet with gentle movements, as if he was treating a precious treasure.

"Master, you've been sweating a lot. How about taking a shower before you rest?" Sebastian asked softly.

Charles' eyelashes trembled, and he reached out to grab Sebastian's collar, with panic and anxiety in his big eyes that could not be concealed. "Sebastian, I..."

"Master," the dark devil placed a light kiss on Charles' forehead, "the game is not over yet, you still have a chance to turn the tables."

The corners of Sebastian's mouth curled up slightly, and he applied a little force to the fingers that were wrapped around Charles' legs. The soft leg meat flowed out from between his fingers, as white as milk and dazzling.

"What... do you want?" Charles' voice was a little hoarse.

"Oh my, the young master shouldn't be that stupid."

Ciel gritted his teeth and lowered his head to kiss Sebastian on the lips.

Even though he had entangled with the devil several times, Charles, who had always been passive, was still clumsy in his movements. He stuck out his tongue and licked Sebastian's lips tentatively like a kitten.

The careful action caused a low laugh to escape Sebastian's throat.