The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Ciel knew that after tonight, those guys who were full of ill will towards the Phantomhive family would regard him as a thorn in their side. No, rather than knowing, it would be better to say that tonight's performance was a trap set up by him and his father, using himself as bait, just to lure in those with bad intentions. After all, most of the people on the list he gave to his father were nobles. Without a reasonable excuse, even the "Queen's foreign dogs" would not be able to attack them at will.

Even the queen could not say anything about the angry revenge of a father who was worried about his beloved son being assassinated.

Charles put down the plate in his hand. His performance tonight was over. His father would take care of the rest. It was not that he did not want to intervene. On the one hand, it would be easier if his father took action. On the other hand, he did not have many people he could use at the moment. It would be painful for him to lose any one of them.

"Charles, are you full? Let's go play?" Eric came over with his cheeks supported by his hands, looking at him eagerly.

Charles nodded, but before he could say anything, Eric grabbed his wrist and ran out of the banquet hall. He didn't stop until he reached a small room reserved for guests to rest. Thinking of their tacit cooperation in front of everyone, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"It's great that Charles doesn't hate me." Eric leaned his forehead against his brother's and sighed softly.

Charles was stunned for a moment: "Why... do you think I hate you?"

"Charle has been avoiding me during this period, right? Did I do something wrong to make you angry?" The two of them were the closest people in the world, but the younger brother who always liked to stick to her suddenly changed his attitude towards her after his tenth birthday. The previous intimacy seemed to have never appeared, and even the name he addressed her became a more distant "brother".

No matter how mature he behaved, Eric was only a ten-year-old boy after all. Such a change would naturally make him feel flustered, as if if he didn't do something, he would lose Charles forever.

Charles opened his mouth, turned his head slightly, and uttered a few dry words: "No, no..." He just didn't know how to face his brother, didn't know how to face the brother who protected him until the last moment of his life, didn't know how to face the brother who died on the altar instead of him...

He was no longer the weak and harmless young master who was carefully raised in the mansion. His temperament had become awkward and unpleasant. His soul had long fallen into hell. His hands were stained with blood. He was afraid that he would dirty his brother...

"Is that so?" Eric looked at the somewhat uncomfortable Charles seriously, and the next second he reached out and hugged him tightly, pressing his cheek tightly against Charles's face, rubbing against him while laughing, "Ciel is so cute, you are not shy!"

"You! Let me go!" A red mark quickly spread from Charles' ears and gradually covered his fair little face. He struggled hard in Eric's arms, but his body, which had been sick for many years, was no match for Eric, who had always been healthy. He could not resist his overly enthusiastic hug at all.

"Eh? No!" Eric refused straightforwardly, and even commented: "Charles is so soft, it's so comfortable to hug him."

Ciel, who hadn't had close contact with anyone for a long time, blushed even more and became a little angry: "Eric!"

"here I am!"

"Hurry up and let go!"

"I do not want!"

The slightly open door of the small room was closed silently.

"Are you relieved now?" Liu, leaning at the corner of the corridor, asked casually while playing with the long-handled pipe in his hand.

"There's nothing to worry about." Vincent straightened his neat suit, and acted serious, as if the person who had just rushed over behind his son and eavesdropped through the crack of the door without paying any attention to aristocratic etiquette was not him. "They can handle the children's affairs themselves."

Thinking of the scene he just saw, Vincent curled his lips unconsciously. His two sons were like kittens huddled together for warmth... He was originally worried that Charles' temper would change and he would attack Eric, but now it seems that he was worrying too much. With Eric's temper, he would definitely be able to easily suppress Charles.

As expected, they are the children of the Phantomhive family, they are all great!

As good as your own children are, as hateful as those who want to attack your children are. As a father, of course, you should get rid of the garbage that should not exist in the world before the children find them. Vincent turned the ring on his thumb, and the huge sapphire flashed a cold light. "We can start what we agreed on before, Liu."

A wisp of green smoke came out of his thin lips, and the long handle decorated with delicate patterns tapped lightly against his fingertips. "As you wish, honorable earl."

Charles didn't know how many people died that night, and how many nobles had sleepless nights. He also didn't know what Vincent had done. He just noticed that the atmosphere among the nobles had inexplicably warmed up and became extremely harmonious. According to Eric Phantomhive, an insider who had to attend various dinners, even the verbal battles at the banquets had decreased a lot.

"Perhaps because they are afraid of another 'accident' like you?" Eric took off his fencing mask and shook his sweat-soaked hair like a puppy. "I heard that the Marquis Andrew's family is now in a mess over the family property, and the Marquise hates you to the core."

"Wipe it off first, don't catch a cold." Charles covered Eric's head with a towel with some disdain, and snored at the same time, "What does it have to do with me? I didn't ask Marquis Anderson to give birth to the child."

"And shouldn't the Marquise thank me?" Charles tilted his head innocently. "It's better to find out in advance than to be unprepared at the last minute, right? The possibility of an illegitimate child inheriting the title is higher than that of two girls."

"Who knows?" Eric casually mentioned it, and then changed the subject, "How about we go horseback riding today?"

"No." Ever since the dinner that day, Eric thought that the two of them had successfully "reconciled", as if he wanted to make up for the time that Charles had avoided him. Except for some social events that he had to attend as the heir, he took Charles with him almost everywhere he went. Rachel was a little worried about her youngest son's health, but when she saw that the more noisy the older son was, the better the younger son looked, she acquiesced.

"Go ahead, go ahead." Eric threw himself on Charles' back and put his hands to shield his eyes. "What's the point of reading such a big book? You'll become a nerd if you sit in the room all the time."

Ciel sighed silently and pulled the boy, who for some reason had suddenly become several years younger, off his back. "That's what you said when you asked me to practice fencing with you."

"But Ciel has been reading a book."

"Well, after you come back on horseback, can you let me read for a while?" The time between the two worlds is a hundred years apart. Many things in the books are different from what he has learned before. It won't be long before they will be sent to Weston School to study. He doesn't want to make a fool of himself because of such a small thing.

"Okay, okay," Eric muttered.

"Really? Who is the older brother?" Ciel closed the book in his hand and walked to the door first. "Let's take a shower and change into riding clothes first."

Well, although it is a bit embarrassing to act like a spoiled child in front of your brother, who makes Ciel the one who is most susceptible to this?

Looking at Charles' back, a cunning look flashed in Eric's eyes.

"Eric, are you pinned to the floor?"

"I'm coming."

……

Although he was reluctant when he came out, Charles still had a lot of fun. However, an accident happened on the way back - Eric's horse suddenly became manic for some reason, jumping up and down wildly, trying to throw the person on its back off. Eric would be seriously injured if he was thrown off from such a height. Charles immediately released a flare and tried hard to get closer but failed. Soon Eric was exhausted and could no longer hold the reins. When he saw that Eric was about to be thrown off the horse, Charles' pupils suddenly shrank and there was only a blank in his mind.

"No!!!" Eric must not die!

At the critical moment, a strange force suddenly surged out of Charles' body. Charles grasped the reins with one hand and stretched out the other hand to Eric...

The next second, Eric floated off the horse's back, freed from the weight on its back, and the horse galloped into the woods without looking back.

Fortunately, fortunately, Eric was not injured... Seeing the horse leave Charles, he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Wait, something seems wrong...

Charles blinked, and his brain, which had almost stopped working, slowly started working again.

Floating up...

Floating? ! ! ! !

Charles looked up suddenly and exchanged glances with Eric, who was floating in the air with an equally confused look on his face.

It’s not a big problem. At this height, I can pull the person onto my horse first... Charles thought rationally.

What a ghost!

Eric, why are you floating?!

……

The two boys who were found by Butler Tanaka and brought back to the mansion were sitting in Vincent's study with their heads down, thinking about their mistakes.

Eric had raised the horse himself since it was a foal and it had a very docile temperament. This situation could only mean that there was a mole in the house.

Vincent's eyes flashed with a cold light. He knew his own temper very well. If Eric was injured, Charles, who went out with him, would definitely be his suspect. Once investigated, it would inevitably lead to discord between father and son and brothers. Whether it was his suspicion that made Charles feel resentful, or Eric becoming defensive against Charles, it would be a good thing for those people. For them, if they could kill Eric directly, it would be the best thing.

As expected, they still didn't give up. It seems that the blood shed in the previous killing of the chicken to scare the monkeys was not enough to scare them...

After handing the matter over to Tanaka, Vincent looked at the two boys who had gathered together in the corner of the study and were whispering to each other.