Flowers, Swords and France

In Matilda's short life, if there was one person she had hated, it was certainly Mademoiselle Lola de Beauvin. This kind of disgust not only comes from the discord in personal interactions, but a larger part comes from the natural opposition.

Yes, just as the ambitious Laura regarded Matilda as an old-fashioned person who deserved to be thrown into a museum, Matilda also regarded Laura as an uncultured upstart, and the two of them almost left the studio. Conflict broke out as soon as they got to know each other. This kind of invisible war lasted almost throughout their entire study career.

However, after many confrontations, the two people also weighed each other. In addition to disgust, there was also an indescribable emotion.

It's probably the feeling of "even though it's annoying, that guy is still somewhat capable after all."

At the same time, although she is a descendant of a traditional aristocracy, Matilda is also a person who can clearly look at the current situation, and she will not understand who is in charge of France today. People like Baron Beauvain have obviously replaced the old nobles and become the new masters of this era.

As Laura said, if the De Dilion family really fell accidentally, even if she could boast of how many generations of blood she had, she would not be qualified to stand in front of the other party - in today's era, money It has long replaced blood and become the dominant law of the entire society. Because of these reasons, although she clearly felt the malice from the other party, Matilda still maintained a tolerant calmness and superficial respect.

Laura seemed not to notice Matilda and Mary's unhappiness, and slowly walked next to them. Then he sat down leisurely. "It looks like you two are very preoccupied."

Mary and Matilda looked at each other inquiringly as to how to deal with each other. Finally, Matilda made a gesture to let herself handle it.

"Thank you for your concern, we are fine." She replied rather coldly.

"What about Miss Treville who just left? Is she very good too?" Laura glanced at Matilda.

"She has been feeling a little unwell recently. So she went to rest. If you want to find her, I'm afraid it's too late." Matilda's expression was very calm, showing a repulsive indifference. "She may not come back tonight. Please look for her next time you have a chance."

"Really? Are you just feeling unwell?" Laura asked with a sneer. "It seems like that's not how you saw it just now, right?"

Matilda frowned slightly.

Did she just hear something? It can't be such a coincidence, it's probably just a scam. The thought of this. Matilda's heart felt slightly cold. This matter is too taboo, and it would probably be a huge scandal if it were spoken out, so if you can avoid mentioning it, it's best not to mention it.

"I think I have to go. Do you have anything else to do?" When I thought of this. She didn't want to talk to Laura anymore. "I'm not feeling well right now, sorry."

"It's really strange. It's such a joyous banquet, but you all feel uncomfortable!" Laura still sneered, "It seems that Mr. Treville's charm is really amazing, able to make a reserved person like you endure I can’t help but be fascinated!”

Although Laura just said it casually, it hit Matilda's vital point unintentionally, leaving her stunned.

I'm so unhappy tonight. Is it because Charles is about to marry someone else? For a moment this idea came to Matilda's mind.

Although it looks funny, it is surprisingly hard to deny. At least Matilda felt slightly shaken.

Fortunately, Laura didn't notice Matilda's unexpected embarrassment, otherwise God knows how long she would have ridiculed her.

"But. If it's just you who is obsessed with Mr. Treville, then that's fine..." Laura kept staring at Matilda, not missing any of her expressions, "But what if it's someone else? That would be too bad..."

These implicit words made Matilda's mood instantly hit rock bottom.

This guy actually saw it too? It's terrible.

"What do you mean?" she asked reluctantly, secretly hoping that her guess just now was not true.

"If it were someone else, at least I could still have a sweet memory, but..." It seemed as if he was deliberately trying to disappoint her expectations. Laura continued, "If Miss Treville was in love with her brother. Oh! What a torment it would be! It would be endless despair and pain, and it would almost never be possible to get any compensation. It is simply depressing. I couldn’t help crying.”

Laura shook her head as she spoke, as if she really couldn’t hold back tears.

It seemed that this person did know, although he didn't know how he used it.

Seeing Laura's pretentiousness, an uncontrollable anger suddenly rose from the depths of Matilda's heart.

"Come on, stop being like this. Are you worthy of talking about tears? Can you really understand the pain of others instead of taking pleasure in it?" She looked at the other person coldly, without flinching at all, "Since you Knowing this secret, if you really have any compassion, please keep silent, just like us. Maybe she is really in pain now, but we can let time heal her."

Although she was stunned by Matilda's sudden anger, Laura quickly restored her calm smile.

"I thought you were her friend! But now it seems that you are just a cold-eyed bystander? What qualifications do you have to say that you are willing to go through fire and water for her?"

"Can you help with this kind of thing?" Matilda frowned.

"Is there anything you can't do? I'm going to help her." Laura replied in a low voice.

"What do you want to do?" Matilda opened her eyes wide.

"I want to make a girl's purest and most sincere wish come true. Since we are friends, of course I will do my best to make it happen." Laura smiled again, "It seems that only the three of us know this secret, and It seems that we have no plans to make any announcement. So, the most important thing is what we are going to do. I want to do what friends should do. Since you two claim to be Fran's friends, what are you going to do?"

Mary and Matilda looked at each other, and then each saw the horror in the other's eyes. This man is so terrible.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Matilda asked in a harsh voice, trying to suppress the displeasure in her heart.

Laura did not answer, but turned her head. Looking at the people dancing in the hall, her eyes finally fell on the pair of masked dance partners in the center.

I want to hold everyone in my hand and dance with the thread in my hand, she sneered in her heart.

"We have the right to transcend the world and do whatever we want. Because we are destined to be extraordinary, aren't we?"

"You are just a mortal, you are so brazen." Matilda replied coldly.

Then, she subconsciously quoted her grandfather's words. "This disgusting arrogance is the root cause of our country's tragedy over the past sixty years."

………………

While several "friends" were still arguing for themselves. Fran, however, had no time to think at all, because she was too uncomfortable.

The urge to vomit was always with her, but it was stuck in her throat. She could only retching and couldn't spit anything out. She had never experienced such an uncomfortable feeling in her life.

However, what was more uncomfortable than her body was her heart.

The whole heart is empty and there is no joy to be found. Not even sadness can be found, only endless pain.

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She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. It was as if the tears had been completely used up before.

In order to escape this almost unconscious pain, she ran to the path outside the mansion, leaned against a tree, breathing heavily, like a goldfish fished out of a fish tank by a naughty boy.

She didn't want to go back because she knew her brother was dancing with Charlotte. Toward their happy future, so she just stayed here. Waiting for the passage of time.

However, contrary to her wishes. The passage of time is terrifyingly slow.

In order to pass this difficult time, she began to quietly reminisce about her previous life - the life before it became so terrible.

She flashed through every scene of her relationship with her brother, and then settled on the moment that made her the happiest.

She was only a few years old that year. She didn't know why she was afraid of falling asleep alone at night, so she begged her brother to stay with her. Although this request was rude, his brother still agreed with a wry smile, and that night he sat next to him and read a fairy tale book until he fell asleep. His voice was so gentle that she had never forgotten it for a moment, as if it was still echoing in her ears...

"The prince and princess lived happily ever after..."

How great it would be if time could always freeze at that moment! The girl lamented in her heart.

"What's wrong with you, miss?"

At this moment, a concerned inquiry sounded in her ears.

This voice is somewhat familiar...

It seems to be that Ezreal Walter! How did he get in? Why is this man so powerful?

The chill that shot up in her heart instantly drove away the helpless feeling in the girl's heart.

No, I can't let such unknown people read my family's jokes again! I don't know where the arrogance came from, which gave Fran great courage.

She managed to calm herself down, and then slowly turned her head.

He was indeed a tall man.

It looked like he was a guest, wearing a mask on his head. He must have just come out of the hall to get some fresh air.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, his pale blond hair looked like that of Ezreal.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Sir..." As soon as Fran opened her mouth, she swallowed "Please leave me alone".

Although the figure is similar and the voice is similar, the other person's face and voice are obviously much older.

It seemed that she had recognized the wrong person, and Fran was a little at a loss.

"Sorry, sir, I'm just a little uncomfortable..."

ps: The end of the third volume

In the next volume, King Xialulu will start his new journey...