Flowers, Swords and France

When Charlotte's carriage left Baron Bovan's house, it was already late at night.

Charles looked up at the window without saying a word.

Charlotte lay quietly on Charles' chest, looking at him, feeling the comfort of being supported, and listening to Charles' heartbeat. The sound was steady and powerful, with an almost unchanging rhythm.

At the most critical and life-threatening moment, the only countermeasure she could think of was to ask him for help, but she succeeded. Facts have proved that she was absolutely right.

"Charles, thank you, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what would happen..." After an unknown amount of time, she thanked him softly, as if relieved.

Charles did not answer her, he just stared out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Charles, what are you thinking about?" Charlotte asked softly.

"I'm thinking about a story, a story circulated among Orientals." Charles answered softly.

"Oriental story?" Charlotte was a little surprised, not understanding why Charles's thoughts drifted so far, "What story?"

"Do you know tigers?"

"Of course I know, who doesn't know." Charlotte couldn't help laughing.

"In the East, there is a legend. They say that after a tiger eats a person, the soul of the person eaten will be forcibly bound to the tiger and cannot be freed..."

Charlotte understood what Charles meant.

"Then what?"

"In order to be freed, the ghost of the person eaten must find a new victim for the tiger, so that the tiger will be freed from the bondage to him..." Charles turned his eyes back to the carriage and lowered his head to look at his cousin, "Do you think this legend is absurd and ridiculous?"

Charlotte was silent.

Suddenly, she hugged Charles tightly and buried her head deeply in Charles' arms.

"No, Charles, it's not funny at all..."

"Nothing, this is my own choice," Charles' right hand gently stroked her smooth and straight golden hair. Because her head was buried in Charles' arms, Charlotte's voice was slightly distorted.

"Charles, don't take it too seriously. Sometimes we can only do this. Pity can't save anyone."

"Don't worry, I don't regret it, not at all." Charles was still surprisingly calm, "If it happens again, no, even if it happens a hundred times, I will still do it. I can't just sit there and watch you fall into the abyss. Even if the price is to fill the abyss with other people's bodies as a stepping stone for you, I will pull you out. This is my unshakable will."

Even when he said "this is my unshakable will", Charles' tone was still as steady as before, and his demeanor was still as gentle as before.

However, even without the exaggerated tone and the foil of flowers and gems, this passage can still touch a woman's heart more than many other attentive words!

"Charles..."

Charles' chest was slowly soaked with tears. Was this the first time Charlotte had cried in front of her brother in so many years? No, she didn't cry "in front of him".

But Charles didn't do anything else, but continued to stroke his long hair.

After crying for an unknown period of time, Charlotte finally left Charles' chest. She looked at Charles face to face, her face no longer had tears, but was slightly swollen.

"Charles, do you remember the proposal I made to you when you came to my house for a banquet? I swear to you now, no matter what you think, no matter when, I will never draw my sword against you. I will definitely keep this oath in mind."

Charles frowned.

This is a common problem among girls, they like to act on their emotions too much. Charlotte is really not a material for doing big things.

"Unfortunately, I can't make the same promise." After thinking for a moment, he gave the same answer, "I'm helping you today only because it's not a matter of life and death for me. If the time comes when I have to deal with you, I can only be merciless..."

"Why do you like to spoil the fun so much!" Charlotte's face flashed with a few traces of resentment, "Even if you coax me at this time, can't you say a few nice words?"

"I don't want to make you misunderstand because of deception, otherwise I'm afraid it will be a fatal mistake for you."

"Oh... you really are..." Charlotte sighed heavily, as if she had no way to deal with Charles.

Then she laughed again, with the usual mischief and cunning in her eyes.

Then she hugged Charles again and put her face against his cheek.

"Last time I only paid the deposit, this time I should pay the full amount..."

As she whispered softly, the warm wind swept over Charles' face, bringing a subtle sense of numbness. Her eyes soon took on a layer of mist, and her earlobes gradually turned red.

"Charles...Charles...Hold me tight..." Charlotte's voice seemed to be filled with endless charm at this moment.

Charles looked at his sister and smiled gently.

"Charles, I'm not helping you just to get you to repay me."

"I know...I know..." Charlotte's voice became hurried, "But what does it matter! Hold me tight!"

"But you might be murdering me."

Charles' words seemed to pour a bucket of cold water on Charlotte's head. She looked at Charles again, looking very confused.

"Charles, what's wrong?"

"Do you know why I suddenly went crazy and beat up that poor guy just now?"

"I'm surprised too. You're not usually that kind of person." Charlotte nodded slightly, "But you played well, you played so well. This is probably what you've done in the past ten years that makes me happiest." One thing."

"Because he recognized me," Charles whispered.

"What?!" Charlotte quickly understood what Charles meant and exclaimed, "You mean..."

"Yes, he is one of our patrons. I have met him many times. He recognized me with little effort, and then he seemed to want to report me in front of Bowang... in order to save himself. , I had to go crazy." Charles said, smiling, not feeling guilty at all for beating his patron.

Following his words, Charlotte fell into deep thought.

"How dare he do this? Aren't he afraid that the baron will know that he is also rebellious?"

"Either it's because he betrayed us long ago and took refuge with a noble like Baron Beauvain; or it's because the Baron was the instigator behind the scenes who asked him to sponsor us. If it's the first case, the traitor deserves to be severely beaten by me. If it’s the second situation, just fight, the baron won’t cut off our assistance because of him anyway.”

"I understand." Charlotte nodded, "It's rare that you think so much in such a short time."

"Only by staying calm can you save yourself." Ciel replied softly.

Charlotte seemed to think of something again, and suddenly raised her head and looked at Ciel.

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"If it's the first case, wouldn't you be in some danger now? If that guy wakes up later and reports you to the baron, wouldn't you..."

"Yes, that's it." Charles replied with a smile, "But I think judging from the injuries I just caused, at least the guy will not be able to regain consciousness tonight, so at least I will be very safe tonight... "

"Then you can still laugh!" Charlotte glared at Ciel.

"It's useless to be anxious, and walking can never be faster than a carriage." Charles still smiled and replied, "However, it is difficult for me to accept the 'full payment' now..."

"It's a shame you can still tell some cold jokes at this time!" Charlotte sighed helplessly, "Then what are you going to do now?"

"I plan to tidy up after I go back, and then temporarily live in a secret place for a while." Charles said what he had just considered, "I am not defenseless in this situation. Of course, if it is the second situation, It would be best if I just pretended that I was just scaring myself..."

Charlotte thought calmly for a while, then nodded, "Okay, that's all we can do for the time being..."

"But if the worst happens..." Charles sighed softly, "Charlotte, I can only ask you to take care of my grandfather and Fran first..."

Charlotte frowned slightly when she heard the name Fran, but she naturally knew what the overall situation was.

"Okay, I understand. I will definitely take care of her secretly when the time comes. However, it's better to give it a false alarm..."

"Have the best expectations and make final plans." Charles said helplessly, and then he looked at the scenery outside, "It looks like it's almost here, I have to take action immediately. Charlotte, remember what I just said What you said..."

Charlotte nodded, and then she seemed to think of something.

"By the way, what if the baron learns the truth about you and reneges on his agreement?"

"He wouldn't do it. Because if it were me, I wouldn't do it, so I know he wouldn't do it." Charles said firmly.

Charlotte looked at Ciel steadily.

"You are really the same sometimes, but luckily it's only sometimes."

"Then I'm getting ready to get off."

"Isn't there still a little time now..." Charlotte raised her head slightly, then closed her eyes, her face a little red.

We have already reached this point, if we still pretend to be cold, then who still has the surname?

Charles took Charlotte into his arms, and then they kissed. Charlotte kept her eyes closed and murmured vaguely.

It wasn't until the carriage stopped that the two separated.

Charles got out of the carriage and walked forward without looking back.

"Charge the rest to the account!"

Before leaving, he still did not forget to tell a cold joke.

……………………

After returning home, Charles immediately packed up his things and destroyed many documents and letters. Then he leaned down at his desk and began to write.

He first wrote a note to his grandfather, detailing his experiences and plans, telling him not to worry about himself, and telling him to take good care of himself and Fran.

Then he wrote another note.

"Dear Baron de Beauvin:

By the time you receive this letter, I'm afraid you have already learned that I am an enemy of the current dynasty.

However, maybe you still have some situations that you need me to tell you:

I am not the grandson of Duke Treville, but the lover of Miss Charlotte. Neither she nor the Duke of Treville knew anything about my true identity.

I'm not worried about you breaking the deal because I know you.

I wish you all the best. "

He didn't sign his name, but he figured the other party would know it eventually. (To be continued.)