Flowers, Swords and France

After leaving the small reception room, Charles walked back to his room step by step. Because of the news he had just received from the Marquis, he was already worried and his steps were heavy.

When did Fran suddenly have such a friend? What happened? How should I deal with this matter?

His mind was torn apart by these questions, and he couldn't think of a good idea. He had always been resourceful in other issues, but he felt helpless in these issues.

To be fair, he knew that Fran was about to reach this age, but he didn't know why he felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know what name to use.

After thinking for a while, he finally decided not to tell Fran about this matter first, and to investigate the young man named Ezreal Walter first-if the other party had any ill intentions, he must use the most severe means to punish him.

But what if it was a normal relationship? He asked himself again in his heart.

If it was a normal interaction, there was no way to stop it, after all, she should have her own social life... When Charles thought about this, his heart suddenly tightened, as if he was disgusted by this question.

Is it jealousy? Jealous that she has been out of your sight to some extent? No longer completely subordinate to you?

Suddenly, such a sentence flashed through his mind, and his heart felt cold.

Forget it, let's not think about it. Even for the safety of my sister, I should ask about this matter and not let her do whatever she wants. Until the end, Charles gave up and wanted to use sleep to dispel all these troubles.

However, there was a sudden sound at the door, and the familiar footsteps made his sleepiness disappear instantly.

Charles opened his eyes again.

It was indeed Fran, she was holding a small candlestick and carefully closed the door.

"What's the matter, dear lady?" Charles sighed softly, and while sighing, he sat up from the bed.

"You can't always come uninvited like this, can you? I just came back from outside."

Although his tone seemed very reluctant, in addition to being annoyed, he actually missed this feeling faintly - at least she still needs the help of my brother, right?

"It was because I knew you were back that I ran to find you. Because the matter was very important, I didn't care so much. Sorry, sir, this time I have something important to find you." Fran carefully closed the door and walked over quietly.

After she walked in, Charles was finally able to see Fran now.

Because it was late autumn, Fran was wearing a thicker white woolen pajamas, which made her face look even whiter. In the dim candlelight, her golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Because her expression was very solemn, her blue eyes looked even more unfathomable. In addition, I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but Charles always felt that the bulge on her chest seemed to be slightly higher than a few months ago... Well, this might be an illusion.

To be honest, Charles has always been quite proud of having such a beautiful sister, which is one of the reasons why he has been almost obedient to Fran since he was a child.

"This welcome ceremony surprised me. I thought you were asleep just now, and you didn't even come to say hello to me..." Charles smiled reluctantly, "What's the matter this time, Fran?"

Because he has not yet fully grasped the situation, he decided to conceal what the Marquis had just reported to him.

"It's really important, sir." Fran carefully placed the candlestick on Charles' desk, then walked to Charles' bed, sat on the bed, and looked at Charles.

Compared with the past, although she was very polite at this time, she didn't have the intimacy of the past, as if she was trying to sit on the same level with her brother.

At the same time, because the other party's expression was very serious, Charles also unconsciously became serious.

"Well, tell me now," Charles nodded, "You know, I just came back and want to rest early."

Fran nodded gently.

Then, she was still silent for a moment, as if she was hesitating about something. But in the end, she made up her mind and spoke. "I asked you about your mother last time, do you remember?"

Charles' heart suddenly became nervous.

"What?"

"Speak softly..." Fran patted his hand gently, "I now understand some situations..."

"What situation?" In the midst of tension and panic, Charles finally calmed down again, trying to make his expression look as calm as possible, "Didn't I tell you? Don't worry about things that happened so many years ago. We all have our own new lives, don't we?"

"Even if you say that, many things are still very worrying." Fran shook her head gently, "Sir, don't you think there are any strange things since you were a child?"

"What is it?" Charles tried to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

"Didn't you notice?" Fran tilted her head slightly and looked at Charles suspiciously, "Since we were young, we have never seen a portrait of our mother, and my grandfather has never mentioned her. Obviously, my father has never mentioned her. I have said it several times...but I have never mentioned mom, as if she is trying to make us forget about mom..."

Danger, too dangerous, no, we can't let her ask any more, cold sweat broke out on Ciel's forehead.

"It's nothing, right? Everyone is just taking care of your feelings. You see, even I never mentioned it."

"No, this is different." Fran shook her head gently, obviously not accepting Ciel's words, "Besides, even if you want to take care of our feelings, you won't even leave us a portrait, right?"

Enough, really enough...

"Maybe it wasn't there in the first place?" Charles replied reluctantly.

"No, there is." Fran shook her head again, "I got one, it was left by my mother."

"……you……"

"Not only outside, but also at home." Before Charles could finish, Fran continued, "I asked our cook, and she said that there used to be many portraits of our mother in our house, all of which were of our father. Painted.”

Then, she raised her head and looked at Charles blankly, "Don't you think it's strange? After mom passed away, all her portraits disappeared from home, and grandpa never mentioned her, dad... dad It also disappeared quickly..."

"What does this mean?" Charles asked, "Flan, listen to me, don't worry about it so much, let the past go by. What's the point of getting to the bottom of it?"

"But that's our mother? That's the person who gave us life!" Fran refused to give in. "Since there are so many things to doubt, can we pretend that nothing happened?"

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"Then did you draw any conclusions from this?" Charles asked in a solemn voice, suppressing his emotions.

"We don't know yet." Fran frowned slightly, then raised her head and looked at Ciel, "But maybe we can ask other people, maybe they can tell us something."

"Then who should I ask? Grandpa?" Charles asked angrily.

"Ask grandpa and he won't tell us anything..." Fran sighed, "I mean ask other insiders."

"So who do you mean?"

"Our grandpa passed away a while ago." Fran replied in a confused manner, "It seems that our family didn't go to the funeral, right? We weren't even notified... Brother, don't you think this situation is strange? ? Generally speaking, even if you look down on poor relatives like us, you won’t end up like this. Right? And... and now that we are not poor relatives, they still want to rely on us in many ways, right? They sent people to find grandpa a while ago... So, I think they have been at odds for so many years. There must be some hidden reasons for our family’s coming and going, we should go..."

Her words were suddenly interrupted.

"You must think this kind of detective game is fun, right?"

Charles knew that his expression must be scary now, but he couldn't care less, "You ignored my advice and still took care of those things? And you still want to find that family? Didn't I say not to look for it?" Why don't you listen to me?"

"But...but..." Fran finally flinched under Charles' questioning.

"I know that you are very dissatisfied with me because of my marriage to Charlotte... But even because of this, you shouldn't go against me in everything, right?" Charles continued, "Let you obey me. Once, is it so difficult?”

"You're talking about deliberately being against me... You're really going too far!" Fran stretched out her hand and pinched Charles hard.

Then, she lowered her head, her tone seemed a little sad and dissatisfied, "She is your mother too! Do you really not care about her at all?"

But I have never regarded her as a mother - although I am sorry, there is nothing I can do about it. Who said this is a host body?

Ciel sighed inwardly.

Just when he was about to say something, there were suddenly several knocks on the door.

"Char, are you asleep already?"

The two siblings looked at each other at the same time, feeling nervous at the same time.

It's grandpa.

Before he could recover, there was another knock on the door. "I have something to talk to you about. Let me come in."

Ciel winked at Fran. what to do?

"Let him come in." Fran said softly, "Open the door slowly, I'll hide."

"But..." Charles frowned, and finally nodded, "Okay."

Damn it, how could this happen today. He cursed in his mind and got out of bed. r1152

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