The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Sebastian, holding Ciel in one hand, glanced in the direction of the wizards, and the next second he rolled over neatly to avoid the chainsaw that was coming down on his head.

"Hmm~" The red-haired Grim Reaper chuckled and raised the saw in his hand again, "It's rare for me to do intense exercise with you, so it's better for you to concentrate, right?"

"Why don't you just throw away the burden on your body and dance with me~~"

In response to him, silver knives flew out from the devil's fingertips one after another.

Sebastian kicked Ronald Knox away from behind and said slowly, "From the moment the master called my name, I was baptized and signed a contract with him. From that day on, this body, soul and even every hair belonged to the master."

"As long as the contract is valid, I will do everything for his safety. This is the aesthetics of the deacon."

"Ah, ah~ Such a cruel look, I'm jealous——" Grell Sutcliffe threw a wink at Sebastian: "The highest love is still as passionate as ever no matter how long it has passed, DEATH!"

The culprit is already dead, and Sebastian doesn't want to continue to tangle with the Grim Reapers because it is completely meaningless. Unless necessary, he is unwilling to kill the Grim Reapers. After all, if the Grim Reaper's dispatched personnel find out, things will become very troublesome.

Sebastian looked at Ciel, whose brows were furrowed even in his sleep, and retreated to a safe place with a few jumps. However, the two Grim Reapers obviously did not intend to let him go so easily. They looked at each other and lowered their bodies to rush towards Sebastian.

Faced with the scythe of the god of death that is said to be able to cut off everything, even Sebastian had to be extra careful, and had no choice but to throw Charles, who was curled up in his arms, out.

"Mr. Grindelwald!" Sebastian gave Gellert a look the moment he threw it out.

A levitation spell accurately landed on Charles, but the boy with a painful face failed to enter the protective circle created by the wizards as Sebastian had imagined - he fell into a cold embrace.

"Hehehe..." A slightly weird laughter echoed in the auditorium, and a pitch-black figure slowly fell from mid-air.

"I'm really lucky..." Bloodless fingers emerged from the wide sleeves and gently stroked Charles' cheek.

"Undertaker, why are you here?" A red light flashed in Sebastian's eyes.

"Of course it's to take the young master away from here." Undertaker raised his index finger and gently touched his lips, "Someone paid me a very generous reward..."

"Oh, no, that won't do. Could you please return my young master to me?" Sebastian rushed over like an undertaker.

"Hehehe," Undertaker chuckled a few times, and a sharp sickle decorated with a human skeleton suddenly appeared in his free hand. "Then come and take him back with your own hands, if you have the ability."

With a gentle swing of the long sickle, a yellow-green light quickly exploded. The black mist that had made the wizards feel despair was easily dispersed, and the stone wall hit by the light collapsed instantly.

"What is this...?" Sirius' eyes widened in disbelief.

"That weapon is..."

"Isn't it obvious enough?" Gellert's voice was slightly hoarse. "It's Death."

This is the first time Gellert has seen Undertaker's weapon. Both its attack power and appearance are quite oppressive...

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Doesn't the Grim Reaper only exist in stories?"

"That is to say, how could there be a god of death in this world?"

"Wait, if the god of death exists, then does heaven also...?"

"And the angels?"

"..."

"Isn't the important thing now the true identities of Phantomhive and Professor Michaelis?" someone asked loudly.

Is now the time to think about those unnecessary things?

Phantomhive was held in the arms of the Grim Reaper, and Professor Michaelis even fought with the Grim Reaper!!!

The wizards fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes fell on the battlefield again. Their minds were in a mess and they had no idea what was going on.

The black hat on undertaker's head fell to the ground during the fight. Under his thick silver hair, he had a pair of special yellow-green eyes.

He looked at Sebastian, who was running towards him while dodging the attacks of the other two Grim Reapers, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

"How pitiful, Butler-kun, you are just like a pitiful rabbit being hunted by hunters."

"Stop talking to yourself." Sebastian threw something at the undertaker and quickly came behind him. A sharp dinner knife poked out from between his fingers. He swung his arm violently, but only cut off a few strands of the opponent's hair.

The huge sickle easily cut off the silver knife in Sebastian's hand, and the undertaker holding Charles jumped a few times and landed on the ruins made of bricks and stones nearby.

"Should I just let you die?" Undertaker's long black nails left a faint red mark on Ciel's cheek. "You will be very happy living in the coffin I made for you, right?"

A thick, tangible malice surged out of Sebastian's body. His obscure and dirty vertical pupils shrank to an extremely small size and instantly turned into a black mist and pounced towards the undertaker.

"Heh..." The corners of the pale lips suddenly rose, and just when Sebastian was about to touch the undertaker, the sharp chainsaw hit Sebastian's back fiercely.

The huge wound almost split him in two, and bright red liquid gushed out of the wound.

"Hey," the red-haired Grim Reaper who appeared behind him at some point showed a mouthful of sharp, pale teeth. His sweet and greasy voice became low, and his yellow-green eyes emitted an involuntary light: "I told you, don't ignore me, Sebastian~"

"Professor Michaelis!" someone shouted in surprise.

"What a pity, my date with you may have to end here..." Grell Sutcliffe pulled out the chainsaw that had stabbed Sebastian in the back.

"Before we say goodbye for the last time, let me take a look at your thrilling life!"