Flowers, Swords and France

Although he had been struggling for a long time last night, Charles still got up in the early morning as usual. He opened the blinds of the bedroom window and took a deep breath.

He felt extremely peaceful.

Everything has been decided, there is no need for any further hesitation, everything must be on track.

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At breakfast, the Marquis of Treville was in poor spirits, so he asked his servant to tell him that he wanted to continue to rest. Therefore, only the brother and sister were present at the dinner table.

While eating breakfast, Ciel pretended to stare at his sister casually.

Perhaps because she was rejected by her brother yesterday, Fran was not in good spirits and looked listless. She did not even notice her brother's gaze. If she had normally stared back, she would have stared back.

"Fran, what's wrong? Did you not sleep well last night?" He asked with concern.

"It's nothing." Fran's answer was very blunt, as if she was in a mood.

Although he was very confused, Charles also had time to find out what mood she was having. He looked at his sister with a smile.

"By the way, Fran, there is something I want to tell you."

Fran didn't answer, and raised her eyes to look at her brother.

"I changed my mind," Charles was still smiling. "I thought about it last night and thought it would be nice to go to the palace if I have a rare opportunity... not only can I see the world, but I can also paint with you. So if you have a chance these days, please tell Ms. Adelaide for me and convey my gratitude to her." At this point, in order to make his sister happy, he opened another message. Little joke, "Be sure to remember to draw your brother more handsome when the time comes..."

The strange thing is that after Fran heard the unexpected news, she did not cheer for joy as Charles expected. Instead, she looked at her brother hesitantly, with a very strange look in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Fran?" Charles felt a little uncomfortable with this look, "What's on your mind?"

After staring for a while, Fran finally spoke.

"Charlotte...Charlotte...will you go too?"

Ciel immediately felt a thrill in his heart.

"Charlotte? I don't know... maybe." He quickly pretended not to care, "This is not important."

Fran's eyes immediately became more severe, her face seemed to say, "Do you still want to hide it from me at this time?"

Charles read the look in her eyes and felt even worse.

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Fran suddenly asked in a low voice. Although the tone was low, it sounded like an interrogation.

"Ah, didn't I tell you, it's because..."

"Because Charlotte wants you to accompany her, right?" Fran interrupted him directly in a rare moment, and then glared at her brother, "She came last night, she ran over to see you last night, right? !”

Fran's question made Ciel not know what to say for a moment.

"How did you know?" he blurted out.

"Do I know it's weird?" Fran asked, "This is my home. Do I know it's weird for her to come to my house?"

No, not weird, but scary, really scary.

The smile had completely peeled off Ciel's face, and he looked at his sister seriously.

"So, do you know anything else?"

Fran, who was originally full of resentment, was stunned by Ciel's expression.

My brother's expression was serious at this time, even a little angry, just like that day.

She couldn't care less about being angry for a moment, but instead panicked, "What else?"

"Tell me, how did you know that Charlotte was here?" Charles emphasized.

The stance of the interrogation suddenly changed completely, and Fran was a little panicked for a moment.

"I...I...was at the bedroom window last night and saw the concierge bringing her in..." Her voice trembled under her brother's stern questioning.

I see.

That's fine.

Fran's bedroom could see the road from the front door to the mansion, but not the back door, and Duke Treville came through the back door yesterday as usual - so she didn't know enough, fortunately.

Moreover, when the three Treville family members were discussing matters last night, Grandpa's old servant had been on guard duty, so there would definitely be no problem.

Thinking of this, Ciel finally relaxed, and his expression softened again.

"Flan, just to be kind, can you do me a favor? I just want to visit the palace this time."

Fran slowly regained her composure.

This was her brother's request, and she knew she had to do it, and besides, she originally wanted him to go with her. However, I still can't let go of that issue.

"I will say it for you, if this is your wish, brother." She lowered her head and closed her eyes slightly, "But accordingly, I ask you to answer my previous question, are you because of Xia Did you leave for Lot?"

Charles felt in his heart that his sister seemed to have a strange or even terrible misunderstanding, but he couldn't explain it exactly. The only answer he could give was one.

"I'm going just because I want to see the world on a whim. It has nothing to do with anyone."

After hearing his answer, Fran nodded slightly and didn't ask anything else.

"Okay, I understand."

Charles felt very uneasy in an instant. His reason and intuition told him that if he ended the conversation at this time, the consequences would be very serious and terrible.

"Flan, you shouldn't have such deep hostility towards her. After all, she is your sister..." He tried to say.

Fran still didn't answer, obviously still very resistant.

Charles sighed slightly.

"Flan, you may not know that I have a lot of things to do now, a lot of important things to do, I don't have time to entangle with her anymore. If I really ran into her that day, then it would be bad luck for her!"

This sentence is indeed true.

Fran was still silent. Just when Charles was about to say something else, a faint mosquito sound suddenly sounded.

"Really?"

"Really." Charles answered firmly.

Perhaps affected by her brother's tone, Fran's face finally looked much better.

"Yeah."

"Okay," Charles finally gave up the idea of ​​persuading her further. Since she had agreed to help, that was enough. "Anyway, just remember to tell me. I'm counting on you!"

The original text can be found in the Six # 9 @Books/Bar!

Finally, the first step was completed, and Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after breakfast, Fran seemed to still have something on her mind and never set off.

What happened? Charles couldn't help but get impatient.

He was about to ask, but found that although Fran lowered her head, her eyes kept sweeping over her brother, as if she was expecting something.

At this moment, Charles suddenly understood where his sister's hesitation and expectation came from.

What is the biggest difference between himself and the past?

It's obviously... that he didn't touch his sister's head.

Hasn't she always been very resistant to this kind of behavior? Could it be that...

This...idiot! If you want it, just say it! Why did you pretend to hate it all this time? Is it interesting!

He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and then asked himself again.

Should I touch my sister with these hands?

These hands are stained with the blood of others, and they are ready to continue to be stained with the blood of others.

But...

Who cares!

No matter how much blood these hands are stained with in front of others, in front of Fran, these hands must be pure and innocent. They will not be stained with any sins or evil thoughts. They will protect Fran for a lifetime, forever.

Charles threw away his hesitation completely. For a moment, he even felt proud and fortunate in his heart.

Although I am evil and dirty, my sister is pure and flawless. I have protected this piece of purity, and I will continue to protect it in the future. I have never and will never let it be annihilated in the torrent of the times. Although she doesn't know my efforts, it is enough. As long as she continues to live a pure life, that is the greatest compensation for me.

After thinking about this, there was no such obstacle in his heart.

Then, Charles stood up, took out the pocket watch from his arms, and pretended to look at the time inadvertently.

"Oh? It's already this time?" He shouted exaggeratedly, then reached out and stroked Fran's blonde hair naturally as usual, "Fran, get ready early, we'll be leaving for school soon."

Maybe it was because it was a little unnatural when he did it deliberately, Charles seemed to be too hard, and Fran's hair was a little messy when he stroked it.

"What are you doing!" Fran was really angry as he expected. She looked at her brother angrily, then quickly pushed away her brother's hand, and then used her hand to comb her already messy blonde hair back, "I've told you so many times! I'm not a child anymore!"

This is just a child... Charles smiled bitterly in his heart.

Although Fran seemed a little annoyed, she seemed a little happy, as if she had reconfirmed her importance in her brother's mind.

She stood up, turned around, and walked quickly out the door.

"I'm going to school!"

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After arriving at the studio, Fran immediately went to find her teacher.

"Your brother wants to go too?" The old painter Durenberg nodded after hearing this, not surprised at all, "I said, who would refuse such an opportunity, OK, then I will write a letter to the lady today and tell her about this..."

"Thank you, teacher!" Fran thanked immediately.

"Nothing." The painter smiled, "You must perform well at that time, Miss Treville, we will all be watching..."

As a well-known artist and an old friend of Ms. Adelaide, the old painter was also invited, and it seemed that Ms. Adelaide had specifically asked him to go.

Fran nodded with a red face.

"Come to think of it, I seem to have never met your brother... I am looking forward to it..."

"You have met him."

"Huh?" The painter was a little surprised.

"You saw him at the exhibition." Fran answered in a low voice with her head down.

"Isn't that your cousin?" The painter was even more surprised.

Fran's face became redder and redder, and she felt a little embarrassed, but she answered in the end.

"That's my brother..." (To be continued.)