Flowers, Swords and France

Although he was beaten to a pulp, it was dinner time after all, so Charles had to dress up again in a hurry and walked out with Agnes. [Top^Point^Novel]

Along the way, the servants looked at the bruised young master with an unbelievable look, but when they saw Charles's unfriendly expression, they all lowered their heads in shock and dared not look at him again - of course, they would privately spread rumors afterwards, and such things were out of their control.

Charles was in no mood to care about what they were thinking. He walked to the front of the restaurant with Agnes, who was following behind him, and then pushed open the door of the restaurant.

Then, Fran and Marquis Treville, who were already sitting in their seats, cast their eyes on Charles at the same time.

Although the old marquis remained calm, his sister was terrified.

Seeing her brother being beaten so miserably, her face suddenly turned pale, and then as if she understood something, she turned her eyes away and looked at Agnes behind her. At this time, her eyes were full of anger, and subconsciously, she tightly grasped the table knife in her hand.

Then, she roared at Agnes, "Did you do it? What did you do!"

The roar was so loud that it seemed to rush out of the chest and echoed throughout the restaurant.

Charles and Marquis Treville never thought that Fran, who had always been docile, would be so disregarding of manners one day, and they were stunned for a while.

The moment of astonishment was quickly replaced by calmness and embarrassment, and Charles waved his hand quickly. "Don't be afraid, it's just my carelessness!"

Although she got Charles' explanation and confirmed that her brother was not being held hostage. But Fran still looked at her hatefully, and then put the table knife back to its original place.

Then, Charles said nothing more and sat down in his usual seat, while Agnes also sat at the bottom of the long dining table - facing the Marquis de Treville who was sitting in the main seat.

However, although they were facing each other, she did not greet the host of the house. She just nodded lightly and coldly as a greeting.

She could understand this old man who had covered up his son's evil behavior and had never apologized for many years. But emotionally, she could not forgive him at all, let alone greet him with a smile.

Fran looked at this scene in confusion, not understanding what had happened, why her aunt who had been reduced to a prisoner suddenly appeared in front of her again. And how could her brother become miserable after being beaten up. So she looked at Charles worriedly.

And Charles made a gesture, telling her not to worry and to eat first, so she had to lower her head and eat with peace of mind.

In this way, the Treville family's dinner today began in this depressing and silent atmosphere. For a moment, there was only the sound of tableware colliding and servants' footsteps in the restaurant, and everyone stopped looking at each other. It was as if everything was frozen.

To be honest, Charles's forced smile on his bitter face looked really funny. But no one laughed, because the atmosphere today was too awkward.

This atmosphere made Agnes feel quite uncomfortable. She didn't like the feeling of destroying the harmony of other people's families, but when she thought about how her sister was treated in the past, she felt at ease.

When everyone had almost finished eating, the Marquis of Treville suddenly raised his head and looked at his granddaughter.

"Fran, have you seen him?"

Fran looked at Agnes hesitantly, not daring to say it.

"It doesn't matter, go on, child..." The old marquis sighed and motioned for her to continue.

"I met him, and we talked for a while..." Fran bit her lip, looking a little sad. "After that, I followed my brother's instructions and told him that we would not care about him anymore, and asked him to be careful. If... if he still can't escape next time... next time, we will not care anymore... Then, he said that he knew and he would leave as soon as possible..."

"Very good, child, very well said." The old marquis waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to say anything more, "This matter has passed, and you have forgotten it, child, nothing has happened, don't be afraid."

"But... but... Grandpa..." Fran seemed to be hesitant to speak, "I, in the end..."

"Okay, I've said it, this matter has passed!" Grandpa frowned, "For you, nothing has happened, no one can affect you, understand?"

Under the slightly sharp gaze of Grandpa, Fran finally calmed down.

"Okay... thank you, Grandpa."

"Okay, don't worry, we are here for everything." After calming his granddaughter's emotions, Marquis Treville turned to look at Agnes.

Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was very clear - we have kept our promise, and please keep your promise next.

Agnes also nodded slightly, indicating that she already knew the situation.

"Fran, Aunt Agnes will be a guest at our house these days and will not go out, so she may be bored sometimes..." Charles quietly revealed Agnes' current situation to his sister, "So, if you have time, you can also accompany her more to relieve her boredom? After all, we are all busy..."

"Well, okay." Fran nodded in response.

However, even though she agreed so straightforwardly, Charles found that she secretly raised her eyes and glanced at Agnes, with both fear and a hint of wariness.

This is also normal, because in the morning, this aunt's attitude towards her was too bad.

Forget it, some things can't be forced, he told himself.

"After dinner, you go and choose a guest room, Agnes." He smiled at Agnes and said, "In this case, I can order the servants to clean up as soon as possible."

"Why, do you still need to clean up your house like this?" Agnes asked with a little sarcasm.

"Of course we don't have a shortage of guest rooms in our house. It's just... I want them to be arranged according to your preferences." Charles still smiled and replied, "After all, you are our important guest."

"It doesn't matter. Whatever, I don't care much about this. Just ask the servant to take me to a room." Agnes shook her head, "I have been wandering outside for the past ten years and slept in the open many times. It’s okay if you don’t have so much enjoyment…”

Charles hesitated slightly, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. In this case, it's rare to come back, so you should take this opportunity to relax." Finally. He could only say this awkwardly.

Even after resting, she would go after her father again.

"Don't worry, I don't feel any pain," Agnes said, perhaps considering Ciel's embarrassment. "I've been to Italy, Turkey, and Russia over the years. I've seen so many things. It's a kind of travel, and it's always more fun than staying at home. But..."

As if she remembered something, she sneered again, "Although we had a hard time looking for him, that man lived a happy life. You can find women who are willing to support him everywhere... Maybe this is Bloodline ability? In short, he is very comfortable. Even if he comes back, there is still a woman who is willing to risk her life to save him, otherwise, he would have been killed by me..."

Both grandfather and grandson frowned at the same time.

But because they understood that Agnes was angry and wanted to vent her anger, they could only remain silent.

"I'm afraid there is no shortage of women who are willing to spend money for this guy everywhere." Marquis Treville picked up the wine glass bitterly and drank a glass of wine for himself. "It's a pity that this is the only thing like me."

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Although full of acrimony and ridicule, after this round of venting, Agnes finally felt a lot better, and Marquis Treville also let go of his grudge, so the atmosphere in the restaurant relaxed slightly. Some. Although it can't be said to be a happy meal, it became a normal dinner after all, and Ciel felt a lot relieved.

Just when Ciel, who was already hungry, started to feed himself regardless, he suddenly felt an unusual feeling. He quickly raised his head and found that it was his sister staring at him.

He quickly gave him an inquiring look.

Fran made a gesture, which was a code they often used when they were children - can you please come down to my room, I have something important to tell you.

Ah, it seems that this matter is not over yet... Ciel sighed inwardly.

Okay, the most difficult part has been solved. Is there anything else that cannot be solved?

He nodded immediately, indicating that he understood.

Fran lowered her gaze and took a sip of soup.

Then, she stood up, saluted everyone, indicating that she had finished eating, and walked out of the restaurant quickly.

Ciel also quickly continued eating, and after a while he also announced his departure.

Just after the two brothers and sisters left the room, the restaurant fell into the strange silence again.

Agnes didn't look at anyone else, but just ate the meal quietly, as if all her mind had been placed on these long-awaited delicacies.

"Thank you for all your hard work for so many years, Agnes." After a long silence, the old Marquis suddenly whispered.

"It's okay." Agnes replied coldly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to work so hard."

"Hey..." The old man sighed.

Then, he looked at Agnes again, "As my grandson said, we will not care about this anymore."

"very good."

"As long as you don't make the kind of trouble that Prince Condé did." Marquis Treville replied with an indifferent air, "Besides, you don't need to notify me when the time comes. I can pretend that nothing happened."

[On August 30, 1830, Louis-Henri de Condé, the sixth Prince of Condé, was found strangled to death in his bedroom by his servant. The case immediately became a sensational and shocking case.

However, after many investigations, the murderer was not found in the end. At the same time, because the dynasty had just changed (the Bourbon dynasty was replaced by the July dynasty), the case eventually became an unsolved case.

And because the prince's only son was killed in 1804, the once-prominent Kong Dai family finally became extinct. 】

"Okay, thank you for making this decision. I have no right to ask you for more." Agnes also bowed slightly to him, "Then, on behalf of my sister, I forgive you."

"No, I'm just thinking about myself and Charles." The old marquis put down his glass, "You don't have to have too many expectations of us. If we need to deal with you in the future, we will do it without hesitation - and if you scold us for being immoral next time, I will be very disappointed in you."

"Of course I know." Agnes replied with a smile, "You hate emotionality, but don't worry, I have no feelings for you."

"Very good." The old marquis stood up and nodded to her, "Goodbye."

Then he turned and left the restaurant. Although he stood straight and arrogant, his back was slightly hunched.

This was the best attitude the old man could show to this woman who clearly wanted to kill his son, the son he had loved for decades, and his son who was useless and extremely disappointing.

"Goodbye." (To be continued..)