Flowers, Swords and France

"I haven't seen you for two years. You look much better now. And you've grown taller. I'm so happy..." Charlotte patted her sister's shoulder gently. "You're so polite. You even brought me tea... Hahaha, I'm so embarrassed..."

As she spoke, she looked at Charles behind Fran, with a playful look in her eyes.

Fran quietly broke free from her sister's embrace and replied with a smile.

"Well, you are a guest in our house. Of course, we have to be polite to guests!" Her tone was still so cheerful.

Charles looked at the two sisters who were talking happily, and was vaguely surprised. When they were dating, Fran didn't seem to like this cousin very much. She often got angry at her like a child. Fran, who was always well-behaved, rarely had such a thing happen to her.

However, perhaps because she has grown up in the past two years, Fran is now very polite and attentive to Charlotte.

It can be seen that Fran has grown up and become sensible. He felt a little relieved.

Fran suddenly turned around and asked Charles. "What were you talking about just now? Why are you so excited? You even held hands together..."

His sister's eyes looked a little strange, but Charles didn't think much about it. "Oh, nothing, just some personal matters." He just perfunctorily passed it over.

Then he thanked Charlotte. "Charlotte, I will pay more attention to what you said. Anyway, thank you for your reminder..."

Charlotte saw that after Fran came in, Charles was no longer interested in continuing the previous conversation, so she didn't mention this topic again. She sat back in her original seat, picked up the teacup, and took a small sip. "Well, it's really good tea. You still like to use tea leaves shipped from the East."

"Just a little personal interest." Charles answered casually, and then he took his own cup of tea from the tray and took a big sip.

He felt something was wrong as soon as he took a sip. It was so salty! He almost vomited it out, and it took a lot of effort to hold it back.

This... is it Fran's fault? It feels like a big spoonful of salt is sprinkled in the teacup, and there is no other taste except salty and bitter.

Is it this kind of tea that Charlotte drinks? Charles couldn't help but secretly glance at Charlotte, but there was nothing wrong with her expression, so it seemed that the tea she drank was fine.

Thinking back, Fran deliberately put Charlotte's cup of tea in front of her, probably to avoid making a mistake...

It seems that this is a "deliberate poisoning" incident.

Charles glanced at his sister next to him with his peripheral vision and found that Fran was also secretly looking at him, and there seemed to be some mocking sneer in her eyes.

This sister is really... I just praised her for growing up and being sensible, but it was completely in vain!

Charles cursed in his heart, and then gave her a look that said "I'll deal with you later when I have time."

Fran was not afraid at all, and turned her face away with disdain.

Why not let the family disgrace be exposed? Charles gritted his teeth and drank the salty and bitter tea. He decided to teach his sister a lesson after Charlotte left.

"What's wrong, Charles?" Seeing that both Charles and Fran looked a little strange, Charlotte couldn't help but feel curious.

"Oh, nothing." Charles forced an ugly smile, "Seeing Fran so obedient and sensible, I decided to give her some rewards later..."

He deliberately emphasized the word "reward".

Fran just snorted softly as a response.

"Fran has indeed grown up." Charlotte also responded, but it seemed to have a hint. "Remember when she was a child? One Christmas, I went out to play with you, and she insisted on following. You said you wouldn't take her with you, and she kept crying..."

The elder sister seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and seemed to be mocking something. I'm afraid only girls can understand what girls say.

"Well... yes, I remember that too. She cried so hard at that time... In the end, we couldn't take her out with us." Charles also recalled something and couldn't help but smile again. "After we went out, she didn't seem to be having fun. She just kept running after us. Later, she accidentally got snow into your clothes. As a result, we didn't have much fun and went home... Later I heard that you seemed to have almost caught a cold..."

"Well, it was indeed careless..." Charlotte still had that vague smile on her face. "Also, it's not like it seemed, but I really caught a cold after returning home, but fortunately it was not serious and I recovered quickly."

Looking at her sister's calm smile, Fran's face suddenly became a little stiff. Then she suddenly turned to look at Charles.

"Sir, you just got a letter..."

"Letter? Who sent it?" Charles asked hurriedly.

"It was sent from Calais. There was no name on the envelope, just a capital a." Fran replied.

Oh? Coming? Charles suddenly felt much more relaxed.

This was the code he and Albert had agreed on. Once things were almost done, he would send a letter. Now he finally sent a letter.

"Give me the letter." He said quickly.

"The letter is at the concierge. I didn't bring it." Fran replied coldly. "By the way, there are other letters, sent from Miss Perriette."

"That's it." Charles stood up and nodded to his cousin. "Well, Charlotte, I have other things to do. You can have some fun here first."

He was also happy to leave his slightly embarrassed cousin for a while.

Charlotte blinked and said it was okay.

Charles then walked out of the small drawing room.

Charlotte watched Charles leave leisurely, and then continued to drink tea calmly, while Fran lowered her head, her eyes twinkling.

At this moment, the living room fell into an eerie silence.

When Charlotte was about to finish the tea, Fran finally couldn't help but speak. She raised her head and looked at her sister seriously, almost harshly.

"Why are you still coming? Haven't you made your brother sad enough?"

Charlotte still had a faint smile on her face.

"Sad? I think he's okay."

"That's because I'm always comforting him!" Fran snapped. Although she could lower her voice, the disgust and resentment in her tone were clearly conveyed to the other party, "And if you really want to do the best for him, , we shouldn’t bother him anymore, right?”

Charlotte smiled, but there was a sharp flash in her eyes.

"Should I stop annoying him, or stop annoying you?"

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Fran was speechless for a moment, a blush flashed across her face.

Charlotte took one last sip and drank the tea in one gulp.

"Ever since you were a child... I've felt something was wrong. Every time Charles and I stayed together, you would try your best to destroy us and make sure we couldn't be happy - just like today. Is this unintentional? Is it a coincidence or intentional?" Charlotte stared at the tea cup on the table without looking at Fran. "Which one do you think it is? Miss Treville, except for the one who fell in love. Other than my blind brother, can anyone else give me a correct answer?"

Fran's breathing became a little rapid.

"But it doesn't matter. After all, you are also Ciel's sister, the only sister, so I can tolerate your level of offense, even if you continue to play with it for decades after I get together with Ciel. It doesn’t matter. But...if Ciel gets into trouble and danger because of your silly and useless thoughts, then it’s intolerable.”

"Danger?" Upon hearing this word, Fran immediately forgot everything else and looked at her sister anxiously. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, I'm just talking about a hypothesis." Charlotte remembered Ciel's warning and felt that she had made a mistake, so she changed the subject with a smile. "If I'm here to talk to Ciel about something very important today, aren't you just causing trouble for him?"

Fran bit her lip and stopped talking.

Seeing Fran's look, Charlotte stopped pressing her. After all, she was also her sister, and maybe we would get along with her for a long time in the future. There was no need to be too harsh now.

Of course, it is best to marry far away. It would be great if you could marry to Russia or America.

After a while, Fran finally spoke with some difficulty.

"I know, my brother has been doing some dangerous things... Although he never told me, I can see it... But, my brother is afraid that I know... You must know something, right? Can you tell me? …”

"But, dear sister, I know nothing." Charlotte replied with a smile.

Fran was a little anxious.

"Why! Why don't you tell me anything!"

"Maybe it's for your own good," Charlotte replied softly.

"But I really want to help him!" Fran almost shouted, "Do you think that letting me know nothing will make me happy? They just treat me like a child... I have grown up. Yes, I can help him! So...so, tell me?"

Looking at the girl who was almost out of control because she was worried about her brother, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a little touched in her heart. What a sincere relationship between brother and sister!

Well, for the sake of Charles, let's forget about marrying her to Germany or Austria when the time comes. I'd better go visit her every few years and give her a bigger dowry.

"I think, in Charles's eyes, your living a safe and happy life is the greatest help to him." She replied with a smile. "If he saw you in danger, I'm sure he would go crazy."

"You know him well..." Fran sighed softly.

"I've always known him."

"So, why did you separate in the end?" Fran looked at her sister with a bit of malice, "Although my brother never said it, he was still a little sad at the time. I can see..."

The smile gradually solidified, and then remained on Charlotte's face with a mask-like smile.

"Since we have separated, why come here to find him now?" The malice in Fran's eyes became more and more intense. "Is it because you haven't hurt his heart enough?"

"Do you really want to know?" The coldness of the voice startled Fran.

But Fran quickly regained her composure. "certainly."

"Because...because I can't tolerate, I can never tolerate that he has anything else besides me in his heart, even if it's France!" Charlotte's smile was cold, "I would rather take France into my hands and give it to him." He would never want to see him pursue anything other than me... Is this answer enough? "

I have decided to marry her to America. No, marry her to China! Marry her to Japan! Marry her to Siberia!

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