The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Sebastian's expression instantly became darker, and his attacks became more brutal.

"Ah, are you mad and embarrassed because I hit you in the heart?" Undertaker continued to stab him in the heart while dodging the devil's attack.

Sebastian didn't say anything. The black aura surrounding him grew thicker. For a moment, the only sound in the cellar was the crisp sound of weapons colliding.

Having lost his weapon, Grell Sutcliffe pressed his back tightly against the wall, fearing that he would be accidentally injured. He looked around carefully, and was about to move secretly towards the safest place in the entire cellar - the altar where the Phantomhive twins were, when the sharp sickle brushed his nose and pierced the wall behind him.

Greer Sutcliffe: !!!

His legs went weak and he looked back with a clatter.

"Didn't I tell you?" Undertaker put his index finger on his lips, narrowing his eyes: "Don't disturb them..."

Grell Sutcliffe shuddered all over as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast. Then his face turned abnormally red and his eyes became as sticky as honey.

"Ah~ This cold and dangerous gaze is really irresistible——"

"Hehehe, I don't hate good and obedient kids." Undertaker adapted well to his sudden teasing.

"However," Grell Sutcliffe's eyes were suddenly filled with anger. He pointed at Undertaker angrily and yelled, "You actually wanted to do something to my beautiful face! No matter how handsome you are, this is unforgivable!"

"Ah," Undertaker used his sickle to block Sebastian who wanted to take the opportunity to approach Ciel, "I won't let you get close to them until the ceremony is over."

It was as if there was an invisible wall of air blocking them. Eric turned a deaf ear to everything happening around him. He just looked at Charles quietly, carefully, as if he wanted to engrave him in his heart forever.

After an unknown amount of time, Eric raised the dagger in his hand above his head with trembling hands. Everything around him seemed to be quiet in an instant, and he could only hear the sound of his own heart beating violently.

He slowly adjusted the position of the dagger.

Then, he used all his strength to stab the special dagger into Charles' chest.

Warm red gushed out from Charles' chest, and the blood that fell on his face almost burned Eric. Tears mixed with blood rolled down and disappeared on the strange magic circle.

Eric's usually straight back slumped down weakly, his eyes were numb and empty, he knelt there with his head half lowered, and his whole body looked like a puppet that had lost its soul.

"Master!!!" Sebastian let out a scream, and ignoring the sickle that was so close to him, he turned and pounced towards Eric. The sharp sickle once again cut open his body that had not yet fully healed. A large pool of blood fell from his wound and was also silently absorbed by the magic circle.

Sebastian had no time to care about anything else. His blood-stained palms formed into claws, and he was about to break Eric's neck, but was blocked by Undertaker again.

"If it happens again, even you will be killed--" Undertaker stood in front of the altar, and the magic circle under his feet glowed after absorbing enough energy.

Sebastian's chest rose and fell violently, his tall body shook unconsciously, but his dark red eyes still stared at Undertaker: "What on earth do you want to do..."

"How about giving up this child?" Undertaker did not answer Sebastian's words, but smiled and asked: "If you continue, you will really die."

"I refuse." The disheveled Sebastian frowned after looking at the strange magic circle. He tried to stand up straight. "I am tired of simple predation. All I want is the young master."

"Ahem, ahem, it must be very blissful to die while chasing after the young master's sweet soul, right?"

"Hehehe, for the sake of our past friendship, I'll remind you."

"When the young master wakes up from his deep sleep, he will be no different from a dead man to you." Undertaker raised his eyebrows slightly, "Even so, you are unwilling to give up?"

how come?

What does he mean?

Sebastian frowned slightly, and before he could say anything, he saw Undertaker swinging the sickle in his hand again. This time, he cut his arm under the demon's surprised gaze. Drops of blood fell from his fingertips to the ground. The pendant box placed in the corner of the altar suddenly shook violently, followed by a shrill scream.

The next second, the magic circle lit up with a yellow-green light.

"You..." Grell Sutcliffe's eyes suddenly widened. "Are you trying to create the god of death?!"

"Ah, I've been discovered." Undertaker raised his hand to tidy up the long hair that was blocking his eyes, and said the jaw-dropping words calmly.

"That's impossible!" Grayle Sutcliffe said loudly, "Only those who commit suicide can become the god of death, and..."

"Perhaps you have heard of telepathy between twins?"

"The souls of twins have a very special connection..." Undertaker casually played with a hair box hanging on his waist, "As long as we provide some special materials with powerful energy, we can ignore this rule."

"So, you led me here on purpose." Sebastian's face was completely dark.

"Is there any material in this world that has more energy than the blood of demons and gods?"

As the devil and the god of death confronted each other, Charles, whose heart was pierced unexpectedly, was suffering from the pain as if his skin and bones were being peeled off.

The dagger made from Vincent's ribs acted as a transit station, transferring all the energy in the magic circle into Charles' body. However, the fragile human body could not withstand such a huge amount of energy, so it could only shatter and reassemble the fragile parts again and again. Intense pain spread from the heart to the whole body, and every inch of skin seemed to be burned by a raging fire. Charles' body twitched unconsciously.