Flowers, Swords and France

When he returned home again, Ciel's mood had changed drastically compared to before. @ Top @ point. @ novel

He had reason to be so cheering - even though he had just written a huge IOU of three million francs.

Because, he not only sealed up some criminal evidence, but also sealed up a piece of history. This period of history is one of the darkest pages in the long history of the Treville family. Because of his sister, he wants to seal it into the long river of time more than anyone else.

"Master, you are back..." As soon as he entered the room, the old servant came up to him and looked at him worriedly, "Master is worried about you!"

"I know. You go and tell him that everything is going well and tell him not to worry." Charles patted his shoulder with his left hand, and then sighed, "Really, everything is over."

Seeing that Charles looked slightly depressed, the servant was worried but did not dare to ask any more questions. He quickly ran back to inform the master, while Charles walked straight up the stairs and then to the attic.

Because he was mentally prepared this time, the dark and humid air never made him feel the slightest bit unhappy. Looking at his aunt who was still sitting motionless on the chair, he couldn't help but smile.

"Agnes, I'm back."

Agnes suddenly opened her eyes.

Then, her eyes stayed on Ciel's right hand.

That's a box.

A sad look suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"It seems that your negotiation was successful."

"Thanks to you, everything went smoothly." Ciel nodded. Then his eyes also fell on the box. "I will bury them properly and bury them separately. You...although you may not want to accept it, I still want to say a word to you. Thank you."

This box is divided into two sections. One side contains a portion of ashes, one has more and the other has less. Moreover, Agnes put it in with her own hands.

"Thank you? No, I don't need your thanks." Agnes shook her head sadly, "I just need you to keep your promise. Maybe. Is this asking too much of you? Now we have nothing to restrain you. Something..."

"No, the promise is still valid." Ciel replied decisively. "I will let you leave here at the appointed time."

"Then, why haven't you untied me yet?" Agnes asked coldly. "Do you want me to stay like this until I leave? I don't think I am like you, who make a living out of breaking a contract or changing a promise."

"Of course I won't doubt you. I fully believe in your promise. Your character is so noble that I can only look up to you." Charles looked at the other party sincerely, "However, please also understand my concerns. I can remove all the restraints, but... I'm sorry, in order to show our sincerity, I can't return your sword to you for the time being. Of course, you are free in this mansion. , you are my most respected guest.”

In the agreement between the two people, after solving the problem of evidence that they are most concerned about, the rest of the things can be easily solved.

"As long as I stay here for half a month, you will never care about the rest?" Agnes looked at Charles with some suspicion, as if she wanted to confirm his true intentions.

"Yes, as long as you stay here as a guest for half a month, I won't care about anything else." Charles took the trouble to explain again, "And during this half month, I will not help my father. Run away, he can run wherever he can. This is the last help I can give him as a son. Then, if he is caught by you and dies, it will only show his own incompetence. Grandpa and I won’t have any objections to this.”

"Very good, that's enough. I don't want to ask for more from you." Agnes immediately nodded in approval, "Then now, why don't you quickly release my restraints?"

Although his aunt was obviously still angry, Ciel at least knew that she no longer regarded him as an enemy - of course, she would definitely remember the humiliation of being accidentally knocked down before.

She had no worries about letting her father run away for half a month, Charles said to himself.

However, he also knew the source of this aunt's confidence - she only started searching for her father when Charles was a teenager (and his father had been missing for almost ten years at that time), and she was able to finally find him with a time difference of ten years. , and pursued all the way back to France, so even if her father was given another half month to escape, she would naturally still be confident.

Forget it, let him do this, no matter what.

A feeling of exhaustion came over him - he really didn't want to care about this anymore.

"Hey, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and untie me!"

A slightly anxious urging made him recover from his distracted state.

"Ah, sorry, I'll do it right away!" He apologized quickly, then put the urn aside and walked over.

Then, he noticed that Agnes looked a little strange - her face was slightly red, and her body seemed to be shaking slightly, as if she was suffering from something.

Ah, oops. A sudden realization dawned on him.

Yes, after being tied up motionless for so long and having a bowl of oatmeal in the morning... she would definitely be like this by now. It’s better to say that I’m just realizing now that I’m an asshole…

He took out a small knife from his body, placed it on the rope behind the chair, and began to cut slowly.

"Well...Agnes, go to my bedroom later. It's quieter there and the environment is not bad. We can have a good talk..." As he spoke, he smiled slightly awkwardly.

All I have to do is say, ‘Then, you can go to the bathroom for a while first’…

Agnes couldn't help but blush at the embarrassing reality of being exposed by her nephew.

"Did you change from an animal to a human again at this time?" As if to cover up the embarrassment, she suddenly glared at Charles angrily. "Stop pretending. I should have known better. No one named Treville is a good person."

Ciel raised an eyebrow. He didn't answer, he just continued to cut the rope with the knife.

Finally, all the ropes were disconnected, and Agnes immediately took out her hand and moved it.

"Take me to your bedroom quickly," she said immediately to Charles.

"Do you need me to help you?" Charles asked thoughtfully.

"Go away!" He received a rather decent reply.

……………………

Charles stayed at the desk in his bedroom, waiting quietly. The urn was also brought to the table.

It wasn't until much later that the bathroom door reopened - apparently. Her body was already enduring a very unspeakable torture. This couldn't help but make him a little more apologetic.

Of course, there is no regret at all.

After solving the problem, Agnes regained her previous high-spirited arrogance.

"So, how did you convince my brother?" She looked at Charles coldly. Then he sat across from Ciel.

"Yes. I was impressed by my sincerity..." Charles raised his eyebrows, and then told her everything about his deal with Duke Nordelion.

"Scare, that's really scary. My stay here is worth two hundred thousand francs for one day? Even the most spendthrift girl in Paris would be shocked?" After hearing what he said, Agnes shouted with a hint of mockery. stand up.

Ciel stood up and bowed to the other party sincerely. "You deserve it, ma'am..."

"Humph. Now you know how to pick up nice things to say?" His aunt glared at him again.

Of course, Charles knew what the other party was thinking - the indelible arrogance in her character made it difficult for her to admit that her family now needed to rely on her nephew for help. So Ciel also thoughtfully avoided this unpleasant topic.

"Agnes, thank you very much. I have already heard what my uncle said. Thanks to your help before..." Charles continued.

When he heard that his aunt had chosen to go abroad to hunt down his father in order not to involve him, although Charles pretended not to care in front of his uncle, it was ultimately just a protective look that made people fear him - no matter what How could a hard-hearted person not be moved when he heard such unreserved kindness toward him?

Unfortunately, by the time he learned of this situation, it was already too late.

No, it's not too late. If you want to make up for it now, it's not completely impossible.

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"You're welcome. I'm not doing these things for you, just for my sister. You don't have to be grateful-" Agnes still looked like she didn't care at all, "If you knew that time has turned you into such a Man, I probably wouldn’t do that.”

Hey, it seems that moving cannot be expressed with words alone... He sighed inwardly.

On the way back, he actually thought about it a lot.

Although as a time traveler, he didn't have particularly deep feelings for his father and mother, he still couldn't help but hate his father who didn't take it seriously when he committed such crimes against his wife and daughter.

Although morally, he was not qualified to accuse anyone - no matter from any aspect, he who had killed people and bankrupted countless people was now a very evil person - but he still couldn't help it. He despised his father's actions.

The more he hates his father, the less he wants to be a ruthless and irresponsible person like him.

He had tried his best to save once, and he thought that was enough - that person should finally live on his own strength? Even if this road leads to hell, it is the road he chose.

And I will never be sorry to anyone who has treated me sincerely, and I must repay them. Otherwise, is there any difference between me and that person? He thought from the bottom of his heart.

Although he didn't regret attacking his aunt in order to save his future, it didn't mean that he didn't want to make some kind of compensation.

"Agnes, do you still hate me now?" After sighing, he raised his head and looked at his aunt, "I know what I did was too much."

"There's no point saying that now."

"Yes." Charles replied immediately.

"If you feel unhappy, just beat me up. I will never fight back this time...and it doesn't count as your breach of contract." Charles smiled sincerely at Agnes, "Of course, if possible, it's best not to slap her in the face. , okay?”

The crisis was finally over, and now it was time to joke again.

Agnes looked at Charles with some confusion, as if she wasn't sure what he wanted to do.

"Dinner time will come in twenty minutes. As our distinguished guest, you will have dinner with me later," Charles still smiled, "Of course, you can enjoy yourself during this time."

After understanding what Charles meant, his aunt stood up without any hesitation and even rolled up her sleeves.

Obviously, she was not going to be polite at all.

Alas, I never thought that after getting the long-awaited victory, I would have to pay such a price... Charles sighed in his heart.

Then, at this moment, the corner of his eyes fell on the box on the table.

I'm sorry...I'm really sorry that I didn't feel too sad for you.

But you are all gone, and the survivors are the most important.

I will cherish everything that is left.

He said silently in his heart.

"Bang!"

At this moment, his aunt's fist hit the corner of his mouth.

Although he had been mentally prepared beforehand and planned to be strong and endure it. However, when the real pain came, he still couldn't help screaming-after all, he didn't have the kind of consciousness of the revolutionary martyrs.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang"

Sounds like fists hitting cotton bags rang out in the room one after another, and Agnes's merciless beating continued.

Although he couldn't help screaming occasionally, Charles finally held back and didn't dodge, let alone fight back.

Fortunately, after an unknown amount of time, Agnes's fists finally stopped.

"Twenty minutes have passed?" Charles, with red and swollen cheeks, asked with difficulty. "Why did it take so long?"

While asking, he trembled and picked up the silk on the table with his hands, carefully wiping the blood from his nose.

Unsurprisingly, Agnes did not agree with his suggestion - he was beaten black and blue. His body was also covered with bruises.

"I didn't look at the clock, how do I know how long it has been?" With an indescribable sense of pleasure and a feeling of weakness after exhaustion, Agnes sat down directly, and then looked at Charles breathlessly, "I just beat him until I had no strength left..."

"That's...that's not necessary to be so cruel..." Charles asked with a wry smile, and this smile became even more depressed because of his current appearance, "I told you not to hit them in the face... How can I face them later?"

"Do I need to care about this issue?" Agnes replied with a sneer.

"Okay..." Charles nodded helplessly, "As long as you are happy." (To be continued..)