Flowers, Swords and France

When Ciel walked into the attic carrying a bowl of oatmeal and pumpkin porridge, what greeted him was unsurprisingly a sight like blazing fire. -Top-point-little-saying-Agnes glared at him like an enemy. This attic was originally used to store discarded furniture and no one used it, but now it became a place where his aunt was imprisoned.

Ciel did not flinch in the face of this sight, and still walked to her step by step.

"Agnes, are you hungry? I've brought you lunch." He said to the other party with a smile.

And Agnes was sitting on the chair in front of him.

Although she was sitting, the loops of rope surrounding her body did not provide much comfort. Instead, her aunt looked a little miserable under the restraints of these ropes.

Of course, Ciel's smile did not receive a response from Agnes. She just looked at Ciel with eyes full of anger and pain, without saying a word.

Following Ciel's previous orders, she was tightly tied to the chair. The rope was tied in circles in front of her and tied in a knot at the back, almost depriving her of all freedom of movement.

No matter what, this was too much... Ciel smiled bitterly in his heart.

Because of the violent struggle, her skirt looked wrinkled, and her white underwear was exposed on her chest. God knows how much embarrassment the old servant endured before carrying her up and tying her up.

Because no one is using it, even though the attic is cleaned frequently, there is still a stale smell in the air. Coupled with the dark and unknown attic, furniture and silks scattered everywhere, and a woman with messy hair tied to a chair. These various settings constitute a dark picture with a post-modern horror color. What's more, this woman is one of his relatives, someone who has loved and helped him since he was a child.

This situation made Ciel suddenly feel a sigh in his heart: "Oh, so I am such a bad guy."

But even so. There was still no regret in Ciel's heart.

He is not a person who likes to use violence, but when violence is needed, he will never hesitate.

With such a calm mind. He took a spoonful of porridge and gently handed it to Agnes.

However, Agnes just glared at him without any intention of opening her mouth.

Ciel couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Aunt Agnes. Why are you doing this? I won't be hurt if you stare at me like this. If it can make you feel better, just scold me and eat something after you finish scolding..."

"Scolding you? What's the point of scolding a bastard like you? Will you be touched by this in any way?" Agnes's tone was very cold, and she was obviously hurt by Charles's expression. "This is just trusting a bastard. , and I should have thought of the consequences of being soft on him. Since you were raised by a bastard, how could you not become a bastard too? —You just did what a bastard should do!”

ah. Although it sounds ugly to say it, since you are willing to speak. There is still some hope, Ciel thought.

"The issue you mentioned... well, to be honest, I don't have much qualifications to deny it," Charles nodded lightly, "However, please also consider it from my position - you told me to be silent How many people do you think would agree to it without taking it seriously?"

His questioning did not leave Agnes at a loss for words. Instead, she sneered.

"That's really nice to say. Would someone like you care about him that much?"

"Although I don't particularly care, I don't want to just watch you kill him." Charles smiled bitterly, "Anyway, now that things have happened, I think it's better for us to discuss a better solution. ...Actually, I don’t want to treat you like this.”

These words were his true words. Although he had made a bold statement at the beginning that he would defeat you, the victory he won in this way really made him unable to be happy.

"You can do whatever you want. I can't change my mind anyway." Agnes had no intention of being accommodating. "If you think you can make me give up if you catch me, then you are too naive. "

"I'm not that naive." Ciel shrugged, "However, I don't plan to do nothing."

"Then what are you going to do? Kill me?" Agnes still sneered.

"Under the current circumstances, I don't think it is necessary to do this." Charles shook his head, and then looked at the other party sincerely, "Agnes, let me say it again, I really don't want to fall out with you. I did it just because I was threatened..."

"Threat? Who pushed me to this point? Do you think I want to do this? If I wanted to do this, I would have done it long ago. How could you be so proud today?" Agnes pressed tightly. Frowning, his eyes were full of pain, "I did this because you blocked my actions? If you hadn't insisted on going to this step...how could I...?"

"I'm very grateful to you for this," Charles nodded gratefully to his aunt, "Then, can you tell me what the physical evidence you collected was? Where is it now?"

Agnes looked at him and smiled, as if she were watching a child acting foolishly.

"Ah, that's right, now is not a good time for negotiation." Charles smiled, "Then, would you please listen to my solution?"

Agnes didn't answer, as if she didn't want to say anything more to him.

"My solution is very simple. You stay here for a while, let my father recover from his injuries, and then he leaves here. In this way, I have fulfilled my obligation." Charles's tone was very calm, and he was obviously ready. A good idea, "Then, I won't care about him anymore. If you want to find him, go find him. If you find him, it will only mean that he is incompetent. I don't care even if the incompetent person ends up..."

Agnes suddenly raised her head and looked at him with doubtful eyes, obviously a little shocked by his proposal.

"Look. I'm not incapable of being accommodating?" Charles smiled reluctantly, and then became serious again, "But those evidences seriously threaten me, so I must destroy them all. "

"You want me to tell you?"

"Isn't this wrong? Didn't you claim that you didn't want to harm me, but just wanted to uphold justice and kill that person? Then why did you keep those things? I can't think of any reason...unless you are here You lied to me. You must take advantage of me to threaten me."

"How can you look at me like this?" Agnes frowned.

"Okay, then agree to my proposal? Under the current circumstances, can you come up with any other better solution?" Charles asked.

"But how should I trust you?" Agnes sneered. "What if you deceive me again. After eliminating the thing that is not good for you, you then protect that bastard again? You have already done it once, wouldn't you do it a second time? I already know enough about your current character. , you are just like the other Trevilles, they are all liars!”

Well, actually this description is not wrong... although Ciel didn't intend to lie this time.

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you catch me. Let me tell you, if I don't go back today, someone will spread everything out soon. Do you think about the consequences by yourself?" Agnes replied calmly .

"So, what you mean is to tell me to obey your words, hand over my father to you, and then send you back honestly and pretend that nothing happened?"

"Do you have any other choice?"

Under Agnes's mocking gaze, Ciel fell silent.

In fact, he no longer particularly cares about his father's life or death. Even if he told her and let his father die, to be honest, he wouldn't feel bad about it.

But now the problem has changed.

The real question is - can he tolerate that a bomb that affects his future is in the hands of others and may be triggered at any time?

He was threatened.

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He hated feeling threatened.

That's right, there are some things that cannot be solved with words.

"I have been struggling with 'how should I trust you' and 'whether you are worthy of trusting me'. Humanity will not make any progress..." Ciel's face slowly sank, as if he was lamenting history. Like a philosopher, "Fortunately, in order to resolve this difficult to bridge differences, our ancestors invented weapons..."

Agnes's smile disappeared instantly.

"Why, now, do you still want to threaten me with a sword?" She asked coldly, "I have already said, I am not afraid of this, if you want to do it, do it."

"No, I won't kill you, but I will kill your brother, um, my uncle's whole family." Charles suddenly laughed gently. "And I will lead people to do this immediately, that is, a few hours later, without giving them any chance to defend themselves."

Agnes opened her eyes wide and looked at Ciel in disbelief.

That's right, in Paris, if you say you are going to wipe out an entire noble family in broad daylight, no one will believe it.

"Yes, I will kill them all, and then, of course, I will not wait to be hanged. I will take a lot of money and run to America. There, the United States, you understand? It is a good place, there are A bunch of good citizens, and a huge swath of unclaimed land, and as long as you have money, no one will ask you With my background, I would buy tens of thousands of acres of land and hundreds of black slaves, and then I could still be a local emperor comfortably there! Do you believe I can do it? Tell you, I can do it, I have always liked it. Consider an escape route, so I can change my identity and escape from here at any time!"

"How dare you!" Agnes shouted back as if she was angry with Charles. "At that time, I will come to America and kill you and your family completely!"

"Okay! Just come! I'm afraid I'll be worried about the lack of entertainment programs then!" Charles laughed, "It's best to bring more people, I'll wait to entertain you!"

Under his aunt's angry gaze, Charles laughed without any scruples, as if he had no fear at all.

"Do you think I can't do it? There are so many powerful people in my accomplices. Although they can't protect me from killing your family, how much effort will they put into hunting me down? Are you not sure? As long as I escape from France, I have so much money. What can't I do? Don't think I don't dare. If you threaten me, I will do it! So, either stay at my house for half a month and let me finish what I should do and don't cause me any trouble. Then you can be free and do whatever you want. Do you understand?!"

"You lunatic! Beast! Bastard!" Agnes finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed Charles, "How can you say such a thing? Do you still have a trace of humanity? They are all your relatives!"

When she became so out of control, Charles knew that his threat should have worked.

"Everyone is equal before God, regardless of high or low, close or distant, Miss." Charles sneered and quoted a sentence, although he misinterpreted the meaning of the sentence. "I won't do this for boredom, but I will do it for the need. If you want to stop me, it's very simple, just don't let me have this need. Now, I ask again, do you agree to my proposal?"

Agnes' chest was violently bullied, and she was obviously extremely angry, but Charles still looked at her calmly.

The two people's silent confrontation lasted for a long time, and they had to decide the winner.

Then he took out the pocket watch from his pocket.

"You have about ten minutes to think about it. Even if you agree to me after ten minutes, it will be useless. I will gather people immediately. You can try to pray for your uncle, hoping that he can survive."

This sentence, like the last blow, finally softened Agnes. In the confrontation between the two people, the love for her family finally overwhelmed her spirit temporarily.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and then she lowered her eyes slightly.

"Okay, I can tell you, but..." With a creepy expression, she stared at Charles, "You must keep your word and stop protecting him."

"You can chase him at that time, I won't care anymore." With a sense of relief after victory, Charles nodded, "If he is caught again after running for so long, he can only be considered incompetent if he dies."

"Well, I'll tell you..."

"No, wait." Charles picked up the bowl in his hand again, then scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it over.

"Ah..." He made a mouth shape.

Agnes' face suddenly flushed because of anger and embarrassment, but she finally opened her mouth.

Ah, I was wrong, in fact, this victory is still quite interesting. Charles thought. (To be continued...)