Flowers, Swords and France

"Ciel, knock her down and take her away!"

This sentence was simple yet powerful, and Ciel was deeply shocked.

Looking at his grandson with twinkling eyes, the old Marquis couldn't help but laugh again. After all, they are a generation that has never experienced blood and fire. No matter how smart and agile they are, it is difficult for them to have the harsh and direct style of an imperial soldier. In that era, bravery was the overriding theme, and no one knew whether they would survive the next battle. Therefore, the romance in the imperial era was similar to war, short and intense, and quite a bit desperate before the end. The feeling of having fun.

Unexpectedly, when it comes to my grandchildren's generation, young people are more entangled and worried about gains and losses. Is this the progress of the times? Or is it regressing?

"What, you don't like her anymore?" he asked slightly deliberately.

"Uh...this..." Ciel hesitated as he expected. "this……"

"So you still like her a little bit?" The old man raised his eyebrows, "Then there's no need to hesitate. Do as I say, knock her down, and then take her away! I know Charlotte very well. Although she looks kind and gentle, , but she has an unswerving will and determination in her heart. Once she has determined something, she will not change it easily. Now that she has come to the opposite side of you, it will not work if she does not defeat her completely. "

Ciel fell into deep thought.

Looking at his grandson's appearance, the old man did not rush him and let him think about it by himself.

"Down with her..." Ciel muttered.

"Of course, if for no other reason than just because she is a member of the royal party, you should defeat her. The royal party is also our enemy, but it is not the primary enemy now." The Marquis continued to explain. "Also, I'm just a suggestion. God has his own arrangements. You don't have to marry her. There are many suitable candidates in France. You just need to choose the one you like."

Suddenly, after a moment, he thought of something very important, something that must be reminded seriously.

"Also, although I support you and Charlotte, you must remember that your own safety is the most important thing. If what she wants to do conflicts with your goals, don't hesitate to stop. Bewildered by feelings, understand?"

His eyes were very solemn, as if he was afraid that Ciel wouldn't understand the weight of it. "Don't forget, in the final analysis, the royal party is also our enemy. Although we have a common enemy for now, sooner or later we will break up."

"I know this." Charles agreed with his grandfather's opinion.

The Marquis' eyes were still sharp, as if he was deeply afraid that his grandson would take the wrong path. "Also, she can only compromise you. You must not betray your organization because of her. Do you understand what I mean? I'm not asking you to be moral. If it is beneficial, what's the point of being another Duke of Felt? Relationship? I just mean that you can't run into a sinking ship. The Bourbon Dynasty is finished and there is no way to revive it, you understand?"

[Duke Felt refers to General Clark. He served the emperor during the Napoleonic era, but after the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty, he quickly defected to the court. He was later appointed minister of war and was named marshal by Louis XVIII. Because he resolutely suppressed his former comrades who were still loyal to the emperor at that time, he was highly praised by the king. He died in 1818. 】

Looking at the worried old man, Ciel couldn't help but smile. "Of course I won't. Don't worry, I will never let my emotions blind me and join the royal party, although there may be some cooperation."

"It's really great that you can think so clearly." The old man nodded, and then patted Charles on the shoulder. "Charle, don't be too verbose for an old man. I can feel now that my body is getting weaker and weaker day by day, so I won't be able to guide you and look after you for too long. Before that, I I must teach you everything I know and can think of..."

Charles wanted to comfort the Marquis, but the Marquis stopped him with a gesture.

"Don't say any meaningless words of comfort. I don't feel sorry for myself. I feel very lucky to be able to survive the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. At this age, I am no longer afraid of meeting God. I am only afraid of your life." Not good. So, if you really want to comfort me, you should listen to my experience and advice."

"Okay, Grandpa." Charles lowered his head.

The old Marquis took a sip of water to moisten his dry throat before speaking.

"As I just said, the Bourbons are finished, and they have not yet recovered from the disaster of La Penissiere, let alone suffered another major blow recently. In short, they are It’s hopeless.”

[In 1832, the Duchess of Berry returned to France to instigate a rebellion (background introduction in Chapter 26 above). Royalists in the Vendée region in western France responded and launched an armed rebellion. The political ax army quickly went to quell the rebellion and soon recovered most of the rebel areas. The royalists were compressed into an old castle called La Penissiere and fought stubbornly. In order to avoid future troubles, the political ax army surrounded the old castle and set it on fire. As a result, all the royalists inside were basically wiped out, and not a single one of them remained. As a result, the powerful Bourbon faction was forced to temporarily cease its activities and almost disappeared. 】

Charles listened quietly.

"What's more important than the death of some people is that they can no longer be replenished. Their era is over." The old Marquis continued, "What the supporters of the Bourbon dynasty want is to restore an already This is impossible in an era that has passed and cannot be brought back again. . Some people risk their lives to fight for a cause that is destined to fail and cannot get any recognition from the people. It may seem romantic and heroic, but it is almost worthless. I admire people like the Marquis de Bonchamps, but. They can't succeed in this day and age."

[The Marquis of Bonchamps was one of the leaders of the royal party during the Revolution. He instigated and led a rebellion in the Vendée and was killed by the revolutionary army in 1793. 】

"More importantly than this, the Bourbons are destined to be unable to mobilize the people - or it can be said that they are simply unwilling to do so. In the past, they repeatedly incited rebellions by taking advantage of peasants who were brainwashed by religious ignorance, but as time went by As time passes, this force will eventually weaken. Damn it, the peasants will not always support this organization that actually does not represent the interests of the peasants at all, so they are destined to be just a small group of people fighting alone, at most playing political tricks - the revolution of 1830 has proved this A little." Charles also added. "And we can at least pretend to be the representatives of the people."

"Yes!" The Marquis laughed and patted the table gently, "An incisive summary, Charles. You are always more enlightened than I thought. I am relieved that you can think of this. Love cannot Confusing your mind.”

"So we broke up." Ciel replied matter-of-factly. "Before and after that, Charlotte tried to persuade and woo me several times, but I refused them all. I told her that being loyal to the Bourbons who were in the coffin was the most stupid thing in this era. I would rather I won’t do such stupid things if I’m separated from her.”

Even during the fifteen-year restoration period, the Bourbons did not do much to extend their lives. Partly because they can't do it, and partly because they don't want to do it, they are still doing things in reverse (the Nobles' Compensation Act mentioned earlier is one of them), and they seem to think that France is still stuck a hundred years ago.

Between 1817 and 1818, die-hard conservatives conspired to put pressure on the Austrian and Russian governments, demanding that the Holy Alliance continue to maintain its garrison in France to deter the still rebellious and ready-to-make revolutionaries everywhere; in 1830 They are still calling on the Holy Alliance to send troops as soon as possible to eliminate the domestic rebellion.

How can a regime that only relies on foreign bayonets to maintain its rule still have vitality? So it naturally collapsed. It collapsed in the face of the popular uprising and the usurpation of power by the bourgeoisie, without any resistance.

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So it is obvious that the Bourbon royal family has passed its time and is not worth speculating on allegiance to. Even if he hadn't traveled through the Shire, he wouldn't have done this, let alone knowing the final trend because of traveling through time.

The Marquis looked at his grandson who looked gentle and handsome, even a little gentle.

Maybe he wasn't as shaky as he feared?

That would be best.

"Great, Ciel, you have grown up. I am very happy to see you thinking so clearly and being able to decide the path you want to take. I will look after you along the way and do my best."

There was both relief and a hint of regret unique to the elders in his tone that "when children grow up, they no longer rely on themselves as much as they used to."

Then he stood up and walked back to his bedroom at a steady and slow pace.

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