The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The next second, Grayle Sutcliffe was hit hard on the head again.

"You're so eager to work with the harmful animals. You're really bringing shame to the God of Death." The handle of the gardening shears in William T. Spears's hand suddenly grew longer, and the sharp tip mercilessly pierced into the back of Grell Sutcliffe's head. A small stream of dazzling red spurted out from the wound like a fountain.

"Letting hungry demons touch human souls, those guys must be crazy. This is no different from throwing meat buns at dogs."

"If something really goes wrong, aren't we the ones responsible for cleaning up the mess in the end?"

"Don't worry, I don't like having anything to do with the god of death either." Sebastian said, stroking his chest with one hand.

"But this is a precious handmade carpet, and each inch costs 3000 pounds," he looked down at the blood-stained carpet and added indifferently, "As the god of death, I think you won't default on your debt, right?"

A small cross appeared on William T. Spears' forehead. He poked the red-haired Grim Reaper, who was lying on the ground without any image, with the gardening shears in his hand. "Of course, this piece of trash from the recycling department will be fully responsible."

"Eh? Eh?!!!" Grell Sutcliffe, who was originally upside down, suddenly turned over and knelt on the ground. "Why me?"

"You made it dirty," William T. Spears said casually, and then turned his attention back to Charles. "So what's your answer?"

Answer?

what is the answer?

Become the god of death?

There was a trace of confusion in Charles' eyes.

he does not know.

It had been many years since Ciel had felt so unsure of what to do next.

Wait, if that's the case, does that mean the contract between him and Sebastian...

Ciel subconsciously glanced in Sebastian's direction, trying to find the answer he wanted from his face, but he could see nothing.

William T. Spears couldn't help but sigh, "So, those guys just like to mess around."

"No matter how you look at it, you can't be a god of death like this, right?"

"You are no longer human." William T. Spears stated the facts in a cold tone: "Even if you still have attachment to humans, according to the rules of the Death God Dispatching Society, you can no longer survive in human society."

"But I didn't agree..." Charles opened his mouth.

"You must understand that although you are only a 'false god', your time has been confined to this moment, which means that you will not age, nor will you die."

"Humans are extremely fragile creatures. What are you going to do when everyone around you leaves?"

Ciel's hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

"As for the devil..." William T. Spears pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose with the tip of the gardening shears. A white light flashed on the lenses, and there was a hint of gloating in his calm tone.

"The soul of the god of death has merged with the body and cannot be separated. In other words, your current body is just the product of the soul condensing to a certain degree. If I am not mistaken, the contract between you should have a stipulation that requires you to do your best to protect the master's safety, right?"

"How pitiful," William T. Spears raised the corners of his lips slightly, "He must be very hungry, right?"

Sebastian's eyes dimmed and he threw out a few silver table knives, but the god of death easily dodged them.

Ciel: ...

Okay, he knew why Sebastian looked so strange when he woke up.

In his current state, even the devil would not be able to take his soul away without hurting him.

Although he was often dissatisfied with the evil tastes of demons, Charles had never thought of violating the contract, nor had he ever thought of becoming immortal. He raised his hand and rubbed his brow, and asked before the two non-human creatures started fighting in his room.

"Is there any way to get rid of my current state?"

"Become the god of death."

"Huh?" Charles' fingers paused.

"Once you become the God of Death, as long as you complete a certain number of harvest targets and truly see the weight of life, you will have the opportunity to be reincarnated, or retire," William T. Spears answered seriously.

"At that time, your soul will be restored to be that of a normal person."

A certain amount...

It's such an empty quantifier.

Charles was sure that the real number must be staggeringly large.

It seems that undertaker has been working continuously for centuries...

Charles shuddered violently. He refused to live that kind of life. Perhaps, he could find another way?

Since there were too many pieces of information after waking up, Charles' mind was in a mess and he did not give his answer immediately. He just said that he would think about it carefully.

William T. Spears did not force it, and dragged away Greer Sutcliffe, who was obsessed with Sebastian.

The room became quiet again. Charles, lying on his back on the bed, raised his arms to cover his eyes.

"How is Eric?" Charles asked in a low voice after an unknown amount of time.

Although he didn't like Eric's self-assertion, but...

No matter what, the other party's starting point is for his own good.

"Master Eric was too emotional before and took medicine and fell asleep not long ago." Sebastian put the clothes that Charles was going to wear today on the bed one by one.

If you only listen to his voice, you would think that his emotional stability is scary.

But even though he tried his best to control the low pressure surrounding him, his true thoughts were still exposed.

"Really..." Ciel replied softly. "Eric must be terrified."

"Master, it's time for you to get up." Sebastian reached out and helped Charles up from the bed, then knelt on one knee beside the bed to change his clothes as he had done countless times before.

Ciel looked at Sebastian's profile quietly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, "Do you want to kill me?"

he asked in a low voice.

The black-haired, red-eyed demon lowered his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him. After a long while, he slowly smiled: "No, how could that be?"