Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles bowed down to salute, the woman opposite him remained motionless. Just when Albert thought she might be angry, she suddenly raised her head and laughed.

"Hahahaha... You still remember my advice. You are really a good child!"

Although this laughter was a bit indecent, it was indeed very pleasant to hear, and it also made the tense and solemn atmosphere just now disappear.

Then, she slowly walked in front of Charles.

"You have grown a lot taller."

Although standing on a higher step, she soon found that the two were still about the same height, so she nodded with relief, "I just don't know if your brain and height have grown together?"

"I think it has." Charles raised his head and answered with a smile.

"Really? I didn't see that," the aunt's smile was a little sarcastic, "You ran to a place you didn't know at night and were almost shot to death... Is that your mind?"

"This is because I heard about you and I had to come to see you, even if I had to take some risks." Charles looked at her sincerely, "The facts prove that I did nothing wrong and there is no need to regret it." "This... Where did you get this from? Stop joking, okay?" Because Albert and others were watching, Charles felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help sighing. "You haven't changed in so many years..."

"Why should you change?" Agnes still smiled, "Isn't this good?"

"But I've grown up. I'm not a child. I'm not bragging, I'm a big shot now... You can't always be like this in front of everyone..." Charles complained in a low voice.

Suddenly, he finally understood why he was so eager to come here - he wanted to walk in front of her and tell her what he had achieved and how much he had grown.

What a childish move.

After he figured it out, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

"I know this. I knew it as soon as I returned home. You are already a big shot." Agnes easily withdrew her hand, "But even so, aren't you Charles?" It seems that he is still exactly the same as he was back then...

"I didn't expect you to come here by yourself, in a place like this!" Agnes looked at Charles carefully, as if complaining. "You scared me just now. I was about to fall asleep."

"I should be the one who is surprised. You ran away without a word back then, and you didn't even tell me when you returned home." Charles immediately retorted, "Why do you do this? To be honest, I still don't understand anything now. Can you be kind enough to tell me? Are you dissatisfied with me?"

"Isn't it good not to understand?" Agnes replied with a smile, as if she wanted to avoid something, but under Charles' constant stare. She finally became more serious. "Okay, don't worry, I'm not dissatisfied with you. I'm going to come to you after the matter is completed..."

"The matter is completed? What matter?" Charles asked.

"Well..." Agnes suddenly tightened the umbrella handle, and then shook her head gently, "I can't tell you."...

The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally Charles was defeated and lowered his eyes.

"Okay, okay, this is not important. Of course you have your own freedom of action, and I wish you all the best. However, after this matter is completed, you should not disappear quietly for another ten years, right?"

"Well... no." The smile on Agnes's face slowly faded. She raised her head slightly, staring at the moonlight in the sky, with a strange seriousness on her face, "The obligations that must be fulfilled will be completed... Until then, I can return to my original life..."

Although he didn't understand what the so-called "obligations that must be fulfilled" were, Charles still felt the courage and unquestionable determination in her tone.

It was driven by this determination that she quietly ran abroad.

And what Charles admired and admired most about this aunt was this determination and courage that was no less than that of men. From childhood to adulthood, as long as she said she was going to do something, she would definitely complete it, and she would never retreat or give up no matter how many troubles she encountered.

In this case, there is no need to ask more questions, just wait for her to finish her work.

"It's so late, you don't plan to let us stand here all night, do you?" Charles asked with a smile, "Can't you let us in and entertain us?"

"Entertain? Oh, of course." Agnes raised her eyebrows, and then suddenly laughed again, "But Charles, are you ready?"

"Ready?" Charles was a little confused.

"What? Have you forgotten what I taught you? That won't do. After all these years, I want to see if you have made any progress." Agnes' smile carried some fascinating meaning, "Charles, if you disappoint me later, you might cry hard."

This malicious smile made Charles feel like he was back in the past.

At that time, she was wearing this smile while making herself suffer.

Yes, that’s it, it’s been like this since childhood! What is admirable about this princess is not just her will.

The blood in his body seemed to flow several times faster, and his body was filled with an indescribable feeling.

Maybe he ran here so excitedly just for a moment like this?

"Then you are wrong. I have been improving over the years and getting stronger." He looked directly at the other person. His eyes were full of challenges, "My grades in school are ranked third in the school."

"I really don't know what the third place is worth bragging about, but I feel very chilled..." Agnes still sneered, and then jumped down the last step. "The child I have taught so patiently can only get third place... I have changed my mind. It is not possible that you will cry a lot later!"

Albert, who had been standing nearby, felt baffled when he saw that the conversation between relatives suddenly turned into such a strange verbal exchange.

"Char. What's going on?" He quickly ran to Charles' side.

There was silence.

"My friend, aren't you surprised? Why do I like to use a rapier?" After a while, Charles looked at his aunt and said to Albert without looking back.

"Um?"

Albert hesitated slightly, then nodded. "Speaking of this, I'm really surprised. After all, no one has taught you this specifically. How come you are so familiar with it?"

Charles did very well in the swordsmanship class at school and was ranked third in the school, while his good friend Albert de Foa-Gray was ranked second in the school at that time. The two of them fought against each other countless times back then.

What makes Albert very strange is that the swordsmanship teachers in the school mainly focus on teaching epee. But Ciel seems to be more proficient and fond of rapiers - you must know that there are many differences in the use of these two swords, and you have to work hard to use them well.

At that time, he thought it was someone from Charles's own family who taught him - after all, sword use has been a traditional custom of noble families for centuries, and it was normal even if the Treville family had any inherited sword skills. This is what happened in his own home.

However...he finally got the answer today.

Because, right in front of him, those slender white hands moved to the tip of the umbrella handle, and then moved slightly, so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. then. Metal light like water ripples passed through his eyes, and the Miss de Nodelion in front of him was holding a thin sword. Qiao looked at his nephew with a sweet smile. And the umbrella had been thrown aside.

It turns out that there is a sword hidden in the handle of this umbrella. No wonder he took it out at this time - in other words. Ciel likes to use a rapier, and it was probably the princess in front of him who taught him how to use it.

Although it is unbelievable, it seems to be true.

"Char, shouldn't you be more nervous? If I thought about it just now, you would be dead..."

The blade faithfully reflected the silver moonlight, almost dazzling it. These cold lights also add an unknown amount of coldness to this relaxed and happy smile. "But you have to make an agreement first...even if it's my nephew, I won't show mercy once I take action!"

Under the moonlight, she stared at Ciel closely. Although she made no other movements, it made people feel as if she was about to pounce on him. The moonlight made her face look white and translucent, and she was as sharp as an unsheathed sword, which made Albert shudder slightly.

It was indeed true, and it was indeed very powerful - as a person who had used swords for many years and had dueled several times, he made a judgment in his heart.

No wonder the hem of the skirt only reaches to the feet. It turns out that it is just for the convenience of using the sword.

Wait, that’s still wrong. Why do two relatives use swords to communicate when they meet?

"Albert, please be a witness for us." Charles picked up his cane with a very calm expression, "She bullied me so many times when I was young, and she should finally get some reward today. …”

"You..." Albert was about to say something, but finally gave up.

Forget it, we are a family after all, it's weird if it's not weird. "Okay...okay...have fun."

He said as he backed away.

Only Charles and Agnes were left in the open space under the steps.

Like witnesses, he and the people who had just escorted them stood in the distance, watching the two people confronting each other from a distance. A duel-like atmosphere permeated the two people, making it almost difficult to remember their original appearance. They should be considered close relatives.

Did this young lady teach Ciel this way in the past? Such a thought suddenly flashed through Albert's mind, and then he couldn't help but imagine what Charles looked like at that time...Forget it, let's give some face to his friend.

At this moment, Ciel had already ignored everyone else, only focusing on the teacher and opponent in front of him.

But she didn't seem to feel any pressure at all. She was still so elegant and beautiful under the moonlight, as leisurely and relaxed as if she were walking in the woods.

You will regret it.

Ciel gently drew the rapier from his cane and threw the cane aside.

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Unlike when they were children, now they were fighting with real weapons, which was of course very dangerous. But Ciel was incredibly unconcerned about the safety of the two of them.

Neither of us would stab the other - that's what he believed.

The two men just drew their swords and looked at each other a few steps away.

"Are you ready, Charles?" Agnes asked calmly.

"Yes, ready." Ciel replied.

Agnes raised her left hand and made a slight gesture.

"Start!" cried Albert and the other man at the same time.

It was as if he heard the starting gun as soon as he heard these words. Ciel raised his sword and rushed forward, stabbing the opponent directly in the ribs.

Although it seems to be foolhardy, this is the strategy that Ciel had thought of from the beginning - in terms of the skill of using the rapier and the mastery of steps, there is no way for him to beat this "teacher" at his own discretion, but Likewise he knew grown men and women. There was a huge gap in strength, so he planned to use an approach strategy and try to use close combat to consume his opponent's strength.

Seeing the direct blow from Ciel, the smile on Agnes's face did not change. She flashed slightly to the side, and then slashed towards Ciel's abdomen with the sword in her hand.

Ciel quickly changed the direction of the sword, blocked the blow, and then drew down the sword. However, Agnes suppressed her with a backhand, and then retreated.

When the two swords intersected, they made a crisp chirping sound.

Of course, Ciel would not let the opponent get away, and continued to stab him with his sword. You must fight to defeat the opponent.

Agnes kept blocking Ciel's powerful and heavy attacks with clever steps and proficient swordsmanship. Although Ciel's attack was fierce, her expression did not have any uneasiness, as if she was devoted to it wholeheartedly.

As the swords continued to collide, the tinkling sound was heard, like music that was being played continuously.

Under the moonlight. The dance-like sword skills of women in skirts are dazzling.

However, Ciel no longer had the energy to appreciate such dance steps. He found that he was in a disadvantageous situation - because he used a constant attack method but failed to overwhelm the opponent. Instead, it consumed a lot of energy.

His skills were indeed superb, and he had to sigh in his heart - even the swordsmanship teacher in the school back then might not have been able to dodge his attack with such devotion.

In order to save the situation, he had to curb his offensive, slow down his pace, and try to retreat slightly in order to gain a chance to breathe.

"Is that all it can do?" His aunt's ridicule fell on his ears, and then the ripple-like sword light slashed towards his neck. After Sharge blocked it, the rapier suddenly stabbed towards the abdomen in a cunning way.

Ciel quickly blocked and stepped back. He knew that he had now entered Agnes's rhythm.

This kind of blocking was unable to withstand Agnes's offensive.

Finally, after Charles blocked a sword that stabbed his ribs, the sword suddenly came down along his blade and was about to cut his right hand.

That's it now!

However, Ciel just felt an unspeakable joy at this moment.

He lowered the sword hard, and then used his greatest strength to twist it hard.

Such a heavy sinking force made it difficult for Agnes to control it. In an instant, both swords suddenly sank downwards.

Then, Charles took advantage of the situation and leaned forward, swung his palm towards Agnes' neck, and hit Agnes's neck hard.

Although this kind of fighting method is almost like playing rogue, turning the competition into a street fight, completely lacking the "elegance of aristocratic sword fighting", but Charles can no longer care about so much at this time. In order to win a victory that he has never won, He doesn't care about so-called elegance at all.

Under Agnes's slightly surprised gaze, Charles's palm struck her slender white neck mercilessly, getting closer and closer...

This was the only difference... Ciel's heart was filled with indescribable ecstasy.

However, just when his palm was about to hit Agnes, a scene that made everyone unbelievable happened.

Agnes put down her sword and suddenly leaned back.

Ciel missed the inevitable blow.

Then before he could retract his posture, Agnes, who was still leaning back, raised one of her feet.

Ciel didn't have time to applaud the difficult moves in this dance. The speed was almost too fast for Ciel to see clearly. Agnes kicked Ciel hard in the abdomen.

There was a "poof", and even Albert, who was standing far away, frowned, imagining the pain his friend must endure.

Such a heavy blow made Charles almost lose his strength from the pain. He felt that his throat was suddenly blocked by something, and he lowered his head and just wanted to vomit.

Then Agnes had regained her balance and was standing beside him. Then, he saw the white light coming towards him.

However, he was too late to dodge.

The white socks were getting closer and closer to his head, getting closer...

"Bang!" It was an almost perfect hit.

It's just a little bit off... Hateful... It's just a little bit off!

At the last moment before dizziness, Ciel could only have this thought flashing through his mind.

"I told you, you will cry a lot...hahahaha!"

Accompanied by these words and this laughter, Ciel, who suffered a heavy blow to the brain, fell into a coma.