Flowers, Swords and France

"Be grateful to me, Mr. Treville. If it weren't for me, how could you have been invited?" Fran raised her head slightly and looked at Charles, not realizing at all that she was pretending to be arrogant and beautiful. , turned out to be so cute. "Matilda must have sent the invitation because she wanted to ask me to come. You are just incidental."

"Oh, of course I am very grateful to you, dear sister." Charles stretched out his hand and wiped his sister's head as usual.

"It's good that you know..." Fran closed her eyes with satisfaction, suddenly thought of something, and pushed her brother away, "Don't touch my head, I'm an adult already!"

Mary, who had been silent next to her, chuckled.

Fran's face blushed slightly, and then she stepped on her brother again.

Just when Fran was losing her temper, the carriage finally stopped.

Miss Matilda de Dillion, who came to visit Fran that day, did indeed keep her promise. After returning, she asked the servant to send the invitation. Today happened to be the day of the ball.

Mary often went to Treville's house recently, either talking and painting with Fran, or learning to play chess with Charles, so today the three of them simply came over in a carriage together.

After verifying that the invitation was authentic, servants in blue uniforms with red piping immediately let the three people in, and then led the carriage to the stables to take care of it. The three of them walked along the path surrounded by green grass to the front yard filled with poplar trees and large maple trees. Due to the thick shade covering the outside of the mansion, the guests did not feel the heat even though it was midsummer. The fragrance of flowers was accompanied by the music of waltz and bliss dance coming from the hall downstairs, and the brilliant light shining through the cracks in the blinds. , which makes visitors feel a little relaxed and happy.

Between the front courtyard and the garden, there is a large palace-like building, which is the residence where the Lord Seal and his family live.

Matilda was already waiting at the door. She still wore her gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the three people who had just arrived with a smile.

"Flan, Mary, it's great that you two can come and attend." Then she turned to Charles, her eyes twinkling. "And you, Mr. Treville."

"Oh, I'm very honored to be invited by you." Charles also said politely.

"It's not me, it's my sister's invitation." Matilda replied, and then laughed again, "Let's stop standing outside all the time and go in together?"

Then she gestured toward the inside of the mansion.

There was a sudden loud noise inside, and then Charles and others saw a young man rushing over like flying. If Matilda hadn't dodged quickly, she would have hit him.

"George!" Matilda shouted angrily, "look at me!"

The young man raised his head, and Ciel could only now see his appearance clearly.

He is about fourteen or fifteen years old, with short chestnut hair, brown pupils, and a thin face. He was wearing a silk shirt and a blue jacket. Although he tried to look like an adult, his face and eyes still showed the childishness of a young man.

"What's the matter, sister?" he asked energetically.

Matilda reluctantly smiled at Charles, "This is my brother George, I'm sorry, he's too young and ignorant now..."

Ciel shook his head and said it didn't matter.

Then Matilda looked at her brother with a stern look.

"George, this is Mr. Treville, Miss Treville, and Miss Leolong. Say hello to them."

The young man greeted the three of them angrily, then seemed to remember something, and looked at Ciel with some surprise on his face. "Mr. Treville?"

"Huh?" Charles responded.

"You are Charles de Treville, right?" The young man looked at Charles with gleaming eyes.

"Yes. What's wrong?" Charles was a little strange.

"I have heard about your deeds in school, and the deeds of you and Mr. Foa-Gray have been circulated in school!" The young man looked at Ciel excitedly, his eyes shining with admiration.

Ciel understood that he was a junior in the school. It seems that the naughty and mischievous deeds of myself and Albert when I was a student are still circulated in the school...

When he was a boy, Charles and Albert were best friends in public school. They often played pranks together and were considered one of the most influential figures on campus. Unexpectedly, several years after graduation, his deeds can still be circulated in the school. It is really dumbfounding.

Charles smiled, with some mischievous thoughts flashing through his heart, and then he patted the young man on the shoulder, "My era is over, and the future is left to you, boy, do your best!"

"Yes!" As if a soldier had been ordered by a general, young George puffed up his chest and agreed.

"Stop making trouble!" Matilda was dumbfounded. She interrupted the conversation between the two, and then ordered to her brother, "I'm going to take them in. You can receive the guests here instead of me. I understand." ?”

"This is your important mission, don't let your seniors down!" Charles added.

"Yes!" George puffed up his chest again, his face flushed with excitement.

"Let's go in." Matilda ignored her brother and made an invitation gesture to Charles and others.

There were already many guests in the hall, but they all seemed to be young people. The young men are all dressed in the same way, while the girls are very colorful and fashionable. Candlelight was bright on the tables in every corner, and various delicacies were placed on silverware and crystal glassware, but not many people were enjoying them. People gathered together in twos and threes and talked privately.

Matilda took Charles and others to a corner, and then arranged for everyone to sit down. Then, as everyone sat down, she gently and discreetly pulled on Rashal's sleeve.

Ciel didn't know why, but he still smiled and asked Fran to eat something first, and then left his seat.

"What's the matter?" he asked Matilda in a low voice.

Matilda's expression was extremely strange, and she seemed hesitant to speak.

"Follow me." That was all she said in the end.

Charles followed Matilda full of doubts.

Then, Matilda took Charles to the small side hall. What made him even more puzzled was that there was a girl sitting here.

Ciel glanced at the other party to see clearly.

The girl is about twenty years old, her facial profile is similar to Matilda's, her hair color is a little brown, but her face is more feminine than Matilda's. She was wearing a blue dress and a small necklace around her neck, which made her neck appear longer. She was holding an ivory fan in her hand.

She was playing with the fan in her hand, but her eyes were a little hollow, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Sister!" Matilda called softly, and then touched the girl gently.

The girl seemed to be awakened, and then she discovered that there were two more people in the small side hall.

"Sister," Matilda pointed at Charles, and then said softly to the girl, with a tone that sounded like a store clerk showing off the goods on the shelves, "this is Earl Treville, I mentioned it to you... "

It seems that this is the protagonist of today's banquet, Count Diliion's eldest granddaughter Julie, and Charles has some understanding in his heart. But he still doesn't understand what Matilda means? Why are you so busy introducing yourself to your sister? What on earth was she thinking?

Do you want to introduce yourself to your sister? Why? Is she so anxious to have a brother-in-law?

What made Charles even more confused was that although it was a good day, her face was a little pale, and she didn't seem to be in a very good mental state. She felt very nervous, and it could even be said that she seemed to be out of her mind.

But of course he could only keep these doubts in his mind.

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He bowed and saluted the girl. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss Dillion."

"Oh..." The girl seemed to have just reacted and returned the greeting, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Treville."

Ciel could see that under this surface politeness, the other party paid little attention to him. He was even sure that the other party didn't pay any attention to what he looked like.

Ciel didn't know what to say in embarrassment.

What on earth did I come here for? He asked himself, but couldn't come up with an answer.

"Mr. Treville is a young talent. Sister, I think you and he should have a lot to talk about..." Matilda was a little nervous, "Charles, do you like literature?"

"Oh, not bad." Ciel replied.

"It just so happens that my sister also likes it very much..." Matilda looked at Julie. "...Really, sister?"

There was no answer, her sister was still playing with the fan.

"Sister!" Matilda raised her voice, her tone trembling with anxiety.

"Oh, yes..." Julie replied softly after coming back to her senses.

Then the chat developed in this weird atmosphere. Neither Charles nor Julie spoke much. Only Matilda was constantly trying to connect the atmosphere and stir up topics. Charles and Julie spoke politely from time to time. A few words of agreement.

After this strange conversation continued for a while, Matilda finally gave up and squeezed her sister's hand. With the help of candlelight, Charles discovered that there were tears in the corners of her eyes behind her lenses. "elder sister!"

Her sister's reaction was equally strange. She also squeezed her sister's hand, with a calm smile on her face.

Matilda looked at her sister's smile, her eyebrows wrinkled, then relaxed. Then she let out a long sigh, then turned to look at Ciel and smiled reluctantly.

"Mr. Treville, I'm so sorry, let's go..."

Of course, Charles, who had already felt extremely bored, couldn't ask for more, and then followed her out of the side hall.

As soon as she went out, Matilda suddenly lowered her head, with tears rolling down her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Charles was surprised.

"It's nothing..." Matilda smiled reluctantly, but her words were still trembling. "Let's go back."

By the time Ciel returned to the hall, it was already close to nine o'clock.

"Where were you just now?" Fran was a little dissatisfied.

"Something happened." Charles said casually.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

He felt a gaze staring at him. Although the owner of the gaze seemed to be trying hard to hide it, Charles was still aware of his keen vigilance. He remained calm and picked up a glass plate.

"This pattern is really beautiful..." He praised softly.

Then, with the help of the reflection of the plate, he saw the owner of his gaze clearly. It was a young man in a tuxedo with a very serious expression on his face. He was chatting with the person next to him, but he took the opportunity to keep looking at Charles.

After appreciating it for a while, Charles put down the plate.

Then he carefully thought about the strange things he had experienced after coming to the Earl's Mansion today.

Today, it's really not as boring as I originally imagined. He thought to himself.

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There will be another update in the afternoon. Thank you for the reward from the Octopus Emperor...o(n_n)o~

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