After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Eric felt sorry for Charles.

Because what Madame Red saw was the 'Charles' running and laughing in the courtyard; what Liz saw was the 'Charles' who was engaged to her childhood sweetheart; what the funeral home saw was Vincent's child...

Everyone who meets Charles is attracted by his charm.

However, this feeling is so superficial, because what they love is nothing more than the so-called family heir "Ciel Phantomhive", who was carefully trained as the head of the Phantomhive family.

As for the real Charles hidden under the gorgeous appearance, no one cares about him.

Among them, only the mysterious devil knows the truth behind it all and understands every detail.

It silently watched this human tragedy and comedy unfold, and watched coldly as Charles struggled in the whirlpool.

But he was the only one who truly understood Charles.

Eric did not feel complacent at all. On the contrary, he felt only endless heartache and deep guilt in his heart.

All this is because he failed to fulfill the promise he once made.

He broke his promise and failed to protect Charles.

At first, he was wary and disgusted with Sebastian.

After all, it is difficult for anyone to accept such an existence: someone would actually devour his brother's soul as food.

Eric couldn't stand this behavior.

But he still had no way to resolve the contract on Charles, so he could only place his hopes on the funeral house.

But as time went on, the situation gradually changed.

Eric would occasionally see what was happening outside through the eyes of the funeral home.

While quietly observing the interactions between Ciel and Sebastian, Eric was surprised to find that a unique and wonderful atmosphere had arisen between the two of them that was difficult for others to interfere with.

One has to admit that Eric is far superior to Charles in terms of experience and emotional intelligence.

It was with this extraordinary insight that he could clearly capture the playful look hidden in Sebastian's eyes and the subtle change in his originally innocent appetite through the funeral home's deep eyes.

If, as Draco said, Sebastian was no longer troubled by hunger, wouldn't it be a good thing to have someone truly care about Ciel?

What's more, the final decision on whether to respond to this feeling is always in Charles' hands. He may not necessarily agree to that devil, right?

Eric just wants Ciel to be happier.

He knew very well that the relationship between Ciel and Sebastian was complicated and intricate, and it was impossible to sort it out in a short time.

Eric decided to abandon his previous inherent prejudice against Sebastian and try to look at this confusing situation from a more objective and neutral standpoint.

As his observation deepened, Eric slowly realized that Sebastian's influence on Ciel was not entirely negative.

In certain moments, he could actually feel Sebastian's deep concern and determination to protect Ciel.

Perhaps it was Sebastian's arrival that became a severe test in Ciel's life growth.

Based on this new understanding, Eric resolutely abandoned his past prejudices and boldly expressed his unique insights and opinions.

While Eric was expounding on his views incessantly, the man who was the father of the twins kept his eyes lowered and listened quietly. No one could guess what he was thinking deep in his heart at this moment.

Perhaps only the funeral home understood what Vincent was thinking, so after careful consideration, he finally handed over the decision-making power to Vincent.

"So, Charles' father agreed?" Harry asked doubtfully. In his opinion, Vincent was not as simple as he seemed.

The funeral home's statement was full of filters for Vincent, which Draco simply ignored.

"Well, he did agree, but he didn't think it was now." Obviously Draco also thought that the man named Vincent was quite powerful.

Not to mention his close relationship with the funeral home.

Judging from the surface alone, this person exudes a gentle and steady temperament. His every move is elegant and graceful, and there is always a smile on his lips as warm as the spring breeze.

Even Draco was occasionally confused by his magnanimity when chatting with him.

As the father of Eric and Charles, his appearance is undoubtedly superior, outstanding and impeccable.

Beneath her smooth dark green hair were amber eyes that sparkled like rare treasures.

The small teardrop mole under his eye adds a uniqueness to his whole person, making his elegant movements carry a different meaning.

Whenever his eyes moved, even if it was just a casual glance, his lively eyes seemed to have magic that could easily pluck the most sensitive strings deep in others' hearts, making them feel itchy.

This refers specifically to someone.

At first glance, he seems to attach great importance to his family and is the image of a perfect father and a good husband who dotes on his children and loves his wife.

But beneath that glamorous appearance, there is another side that is unknown to the public.

As the infamous "Queen's Dog", he controls the entire British underworld and is therefore known as the "Aristocrat of Evil".

How could such a person really be as gentle and harmless as he appears?

Of course, in such a social environment full of darkness and evil, if Vincent did not have enough scheming, strategy, and extraordinary abilities and means, he would probably not be able to sit firmly on the throne of the head of the Phantomhive family.

It is even more impossible for him to handle those difficult and shady matters on behalf of the Queen, and to be able to maneuver freely in this dark world.

After meeting Vincent, Draco always had a doubt in his heart.

"Harry, do you think... he knows?" Draco frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion and bewilderment, and he murmured softly, as if talking to himself.

Vincent Phantomhive, the man who once served the royal family and whose hands were stained with blood, did he really not know that his final fate would be to be buried in a raging fire?

Did he understand that Her Majesty the Queen, who was high above everyone else, had long regarded him as a sword that must be discarded, simply because he carried too many unknown secrets and sins?

For generations, the Phantomhive family has been handling shady affairs for the royal family, silently enduring the endless darkness behind the royal family.

Whether it is due to complex political intrigues or other unspeakable reasons, the Queen will never let this family go easily.

Draco believed that Vincent himself knew this.

However, what puzzled Draco was that Vincent seemed to have willingly accepted this doomed tragic fate.

But perhaps Vincent never expected that even his two innocent children would not be spared?

Perhaps at the last moment of his life, Vincent secretly left some kind of backup plan or arrangement, hoping to protect his children from being implicated, but unfortunately, these efforts ultimately failed to work.

"I think he should know everything in his heart." Harry reached out and gently stroked Draco's soft and smooth platinum hair. His eyes were as calm as water, without any ripples.

The reason why Harry was able to understand and comprehend various political matters so keenly and quickly was inseparable from the careful teaching of Narcissa and Lucius.

The knowledge and experience they imparted gave Harry a key to open the door to politics. Often, just a little guidance was enough for him to grasp the whole idea and apply it to other situations.

The fate of the Phantomhive family was quietly doomed when Vincent, upon learning of the Queen's intentions, chose not to resist...

But Draco didn't pay much attention to all this.

After all, in his opinion, the high and mighty royal family will one day become a thing of the past, just like countless dynasties in the long river of history, and be forgotten by time.

Draco was now more curious about the story between the funeral house and Vincent.

When he asked the funeral home before, the other party only briefly recounted some of the circumstances of their first meeting.

Such a perfunctory answer obviously could not satisfy Draco's thirst for knowledge, but instead aroused his desire to delve deeper into the past.

But then Vincent did say something, which surprised Draco.

I didn't expect Vincent to be so open about his relationship with the funeral home.

"My wife is not completely unaware of this either," Vincent said at the time.

It was as if what he said was just a very trivial matter.

The way he smiled with his eyebrows curved was very beautiful, which left a deep impression on Draco.

He seemed to understand why the funeral home had been obsessed with it for so long.

-----------------------------------------

"Claudia, is this your child?" The undertaker approached the cradle with curiosity, lowered his head and carefully examined the red-skinned baby inside.

The little guy closed his eyes tightly, and waved his hands in the air from time to time, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Well...this little guy doesn't look very good.

However, he didn't say this directly to Claudia's face.

"It's my son, his name is Vincent. He's very cute, right?" Claudia's gentle voice came from the exquisite big bed.

She was leaning against the head of the bed, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall loosely tucked behind her ears, revealing her fair and beautiful face.

Her lake blue eyes were sparkling with maternal love at this moment, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised with a happy smile.

Seeing the undertaker's disgusted look, Claudia couldn't help but laugh, guessing what he was thinking. "Huh? I think Vincent is the cutest baby in the world."

The undertaker narrowed his eyes and smiled, then straightened up, waved his hand, and said, "Alas, I'm not very good at seeing. It's just that most babies at this age are red and wrinkled, so it's really hard to tell whether they are beautiful or ugly."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to the child lying in the cradle.

However, Claudia refused to give in. She feigned annoyance and said, "Hmph, if you say that, our Vincent will be sad. When he grows up and knows how much you disliked him, he might just ignore you."

The undertaker laughed out loud after hearing this. "Okay, okay, I guess I said the wrong thing. When Vincent grows up to be a handsome young man, I'll be the first one to praise him for being so handsome!"

Claudia was shaking with laughter.

Her acquaintance with the god of death can be said to be an accidental arrangement of fate, full of coincidences.

She was still young at that time, and in an accidental moment, she witnessed the funeral home quietly appearing and taking away the soul of her beloved grandmother.

Not long after, she fell seriously ill and in her dreams it seemed as if an invisible force was strangling her throat.

When she woke up from that long sleep, the heart-pounding memory gradually dissipated like morning mist until it disappeared without a trace.

When she grew up, she became a graceful young lady and eventually married into the prestigious Count Phantomhive.

I thought life would continue peacefully from then on, but fate always seems to like to play tricks on people.

On a seemingly ordinary afternoon, when she was visiting her seriously ill parents, the figure who had been deeply imprinted in her heart suddenly appeared before her eyes again.

At this moment, the funeral home stood quietly beside her parents, like a silent black shadow.

"Huh? That's really interesting. I didn't expect you could actually see me?" The funeral home was keenly aware of Claudia's vague gaze.

His face, hidden in the shadows, lifted slightly, revealing a half-smile, as if he had discovered a strange toy.

Faced with the funeral home's questions, Claudia remained surprisingly calm.

Her beautiful eyes were as clear as water. She calmly met the other person's gaze and responded softly.

"Yes, I can see you." There was neither fear nor panic in her voice, only the curiosity that was difficult to conceal and a hint of sadness hidden deep in her eyes.

She had realized what the appearance of the funeral home meant.

As her thoughts went back, Claudia suddenly remembered that she had met this mysterious man once before the night before her grandmother passed away.

The image of the huge, striking sickle reappeared in her mind, like a flash of lightning across the dark night sky, clear and dazzling...

There is no doubt that this person is the legendary god of death.

The corners of the undertaker's mouth rose slightly, outlining an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

His smile always carries a hint of weirdness and coldness, which makes people shudder.

"How rare it is that there are living humans who can witness our existence. You are very special, Claudia Phantomhive."

Undertaker said softly, his unique voice impressed Claudia.