Flowers, Swords and France

"Charles, you really cried last night." In the morning light, Albert, standing at the head of the bed, looked at Charles seriously, "I saw it with my own eyes, you shed tears before you fainted."

"That's because there's nothing I can do," Charles looked depressed and helpless, and with half of his face turning blue, he looked ridiculous. "It's impossible not to shed tears after being hit so hard, right?"

Yes, although his head still hurts a little, but Charles still remembers that at the end of the competition, his aunt hit him hard on the side of his face with an extremely cruel blow. The sudden pain made him shed sad tears before he fainted.

"She is really amazing..." Albert nodded, "I was stunned, I didn't expect her to be so skilled! Charles, you were really beaten and cried last night."

"She has loved swordplay since she was a child, and she is such a determined person, of course she will work hard to study..." Charles sighed, "She was very strong back then, I didn't expect that after a few years, she not only did not regress, but became even stronger."

"I have really broadened my horizons, a woman can be so strong, unheard of! It is simply a miracle that I don't know how much hard work and effort it took to achieve!" Albert shouted exaggeratedly, "Charles, you were really beaten and cried last night." "Hahahaha...hahahaha!" Seeing Charles so rarely angry. Albert finally couldn't help laughing, "Charles, I didn't expect you to have such a moment!"

He laughed for a long time in Charles's angry scolding, and then slowly restrained his smile and looked at Charles calmly. "You're right. I can't beat her either. Isn't that obvious? We are both about the same level. Judging from her swordsmanship last night, even if I'm a little stronger, I'll still get beaten. Don't forget. Charles, you really cried last night."

"I can still make you cry!" Charles couldn't hold back his anger any longer. He almost jumped out of bed and punched Albert.

Because Charles didn't really use any strength, Albert easily blocked Charles' attack. He still had the same smile as before, "I'm relieved to see you so energetic." At this moment, the door of this room suddenly opened.

"Aha, you guys made such a big noise so early in the morning. Young people are really energetic..."

Miss Agnes de Nordelien appeared at the door.

She was still dressed the same as last night, and she was still smiling with her eyes half closed. She looked gentle and demure.

But at this time, Albert no longer dared to judge her with the relaxed attitude of last night. He had seen this good friend's aunt suddenly burst out. What kind of terrifying inner self does she have?

Now that she didn't bring an umbrella, Albert subconsciously looked at her carefully again, as if he wanted to determine whether she had hidden her weapon in some other way.

"What are you looking at, sir?" After noticing that Albert was looking at her, Agnes looked at him with a smile, but her eyes were not as warm as when she looked at Charles.

"Your charm dazzles me." Albert immediately gave a professional answer.

"Really? I'm used to hearing this set of words in social occasions back then. If you want to compliment me, can you be more creative, little friend?" Agnes still smiled. "Or do you actually want to compete with me?"...

"At least I don't have the courage now." Albert shrugged casually. "After witnessing the scene of Charles being beaten and crying, I personally think it's better to be more cautious."

Then, because he understood that the other party was actually hinting that he should leave the room for a while, he bowed and left the room.

In this way, only these two relatives were left in the room.

Agnes kept looking at Charles with a smile, and she spoke leisurely until Albert's footsteps had gradually faded away.

"You are lucky, Charles, to have such a loyal friend... He has been on guard against me just now, and he was willing to leave only after he was sure that I had no ill intentions. There are not many people who can do this when they are in a dilemma... People, as long as they have two or three friends in their lives, wouldn't they be satisfied!"

"Yes, he is indeed my best friend." Charles sat back on the bed, "Although I am a little worried, you won't hurt me..."

"Will you?" Agnes walked slowly to Charles, and then looked at Charles with a smile but malicious eyes, and then she suddenly reached out and pinched the side of Charles' face that was injured before, "Then what is this?"

"Ah!" Charles couldn't help but cry out in pain, "Don't do this!"

"Ah, it looks really swollen." Agnes said calmly.

"Isn't this your fault?" Charles smiled bitterly. "By the way, I already lost when you kicked me in the stomach the first time. Why did you kick me in the face again?"

Although there was some complaint in his tone, to be honest, he was not angry at all - because this was a formal competition, and the other party had said beforehand that he would not show any mercy. Losing was due to lack of strength, so what was there to be angry about?

"I was in the mood to fight, and I couldn't stop for a while. Sorry." Agnes smiled, without any apology.

After all, Ciel had been beaten like this so many times when he was a child, so what was there to care about?

"Well, it's actually nothing. I wasn't scared by you back then. Now that I'm this age, what else is there?" Charles shrugged, "It will be fine in a few days anyway. It doesn't matter."

"That's it, that's what a man is!" Agnes praised Charles with a smile.

Then, as if she remembered something, she continued to look at Charles, "By the way. After I returned to China, I heard that you were getting married? Is it with the little girl from your cousin's house?"

"Well, yes, it's Charlotte. She and I are engaged and will get married soon." Charles nodded in agreement.

"That's true. Sure enough..." As if she understood something, Agnes nodded slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Agnes smiled again, "Char, you will suffer in the future. That little girl is not easy to get along with."

Charles could understand the meaning of his aunt's words - although he didn't see much of Agnes and Charlotte when he was a child, Charlotte's arrogant and domineering personality naturally left an impression on her - But after all, don’t these princesses all have such personalities? There's nothing abnormal about it, it's like this anyway.

"It's okay, I'll get along fine," Ciel shrugged again. "Well, that's not what life is like anyway."

"You're only in your twenties, but you still have the nerve to act like you've looked down on life. It's really unbearable! Do you think that you have seen through life by making a few nonsense sighs like this? It's really ridiculous "Agnes reached out her hand again and grabbed the side of Ciel's face that was still hurting, "You've always liked to pretend to be an adult since you were a child, aren't you afraid of being beaten?"...

Her aunt's punishment made Charles feel unspeakable pain again, and it took a while for her to stop.

"I heard that you came here to participate in the exercise with the army?"

"Well, yes." Because his face was still hurting. Ciel's voice became a little unnatural, "To be precise. I planned and participated in organizing this exercise. My purpose was to test the advantages of using railways to transport troops and matters that need to be paid attention to. At the same time, for The Army slowly summarized a set of action methods suitable for railway maneuvers. This has great implications for the future. It is very important, because in the future, it is obvious that there will be an era of railways, and sooner or later we will rely on this epoch-making invention to change all military forms. In addition, by the way, I actually planned and participated in the construction of this railway. Yes, if everything goes well, we will have more and longer lines in the future..."

Because he talked about what he was interested in, Charles kept talking, completely forgetting everything else - just like a person who wants to show off how capable he is now in front of his past teacher.

Agnes listened quietly to Charles's tirade. It was obvious that there were some parts that she did not understand, but she did not interrupt but listened carefully to the end. She remained silent until Charles finished speaking.

"In other words, my nephew, the child who was often beaten, suddenly turned into a very remarkable person? It's really unbelievable." Finally, Agnes said He expressed his feelings, "It's really incredible! Charles, didn't you lie?"

"...I didn't lie or brag, it was all true." Charles smiled helplessly. "If you don't believe it, you can ask someone after you return to Paris?"

"Great, great..." Agnes suddenly murmured to herself as she looked at Ciel.

At this moment, the smile on her face had completely disappeared, replaced by a serious expression, even with a trace of nostalgia, sadness, and... relief.

Charles looked at her confused, wondering why she suddenly behaved like this.

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This gaffe did not last long, and Agnes quickly calmed down her emotions, and then extended her hand again.

This time, he placed it carefully on his forehead without touching the swollen area.

"I'm so relieved that Alice has a good son. Thank God, everything is fine. Charles, keep up the good work and I will bless you..."

"Thank you, Agnes." Sensing the other party's sincerity, Charles replied with a smile, "I also hope you can finish the matter soon, so that you can return to normal social activities, right? After disappearing for ten years It’s been long enough…”

"I will, thank you for your blessing." A smile bloomed on Agnes's face again, "Justice will eventually be served, it's just a matter of time. By now, the moment of understanding is almost here..."

Although until the end, Charles still didn't understand his aunt's meaning, this did not prevent him from giving her an encouraging smile.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore," Agnes smiled for a moment and shook her head gently, "Char, are you okay with the injury on your face?"

"It's okay, it's just a bruise. I just told others it was an accident..." Charles replied immediately. "I'm not an actress anyway, I have to rely on my face to meet people..."

Then, he suddenly understood what the other party meant. "You're not going to entertain me anymore? What's wrong?"

"Well, I'm leaving here." Agnes nodded, "I'll leave after lunch."

From the other person's sight, Charles felt that she was determined.

"Oh, there's nothing I can do about it. Fortunately, I had an idea last night, so I could see you..." Charles sighed helplessly, "Well, Agnes, I hope you won't disappear for another ten years this time."

Then, he took out a business card from the pocket of his coat beside the bed and handed it to her carefully, "If you come to Paris, come and see me if you have a chance? Take this, as long as I'm not very busy, I will definitely see you."

"Wow, he's really an incredible big shot!" Agnes took the business card while smiling.

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Then, the two chatted for a while, and only after finishing a simple lunch did Charles and Albert say goodbye.

Agnes stood on the steps at the door, holding her parasol, smiling and watching the two young people leave, while waving her hands continuously.

She spoke leisurely until the figures of the two people disappeared.

"Have you found his trace?"

"Yes, miss." The man who pointed a gun at Charles and the others stood behind her respectfully, with a very submissive expression, completely devoid of the viciousness he had at that time. "He stayed here for a few days before, and then went..."

"Let me guess..." Agnes still smiled, "Did he go to Paris?"

"Yes, miss."

"Humph, knowing that my son is getting married, I want to come back to see him... But at this time, I am like a normal person." Agnes sneered. "That's good, where the sin was committed, there it ends."

"Yes, miss." Still the same answer.

"We have to solve it as quickly as possible." Agnes still looked into the distance, "He still has a bright future, and this kind of thing should not hinder them."

Then, she let out a long breath, and then elegantly grasped the umbrella handle.

"Ten years of pursuit... Ten years of waiting! Seeing my dream come true, I suddenly feel so excited!"

"It's inevitable, Miss." The voice is still respectful, "God will forgive your passion at this moment."

"God? I don't like Him." Agnes laughed again, "We can do things like seeking justice ourselves, why bother Him?"