Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles left the Elysee Palace, he was already full of confidence. Compared with the previous time, he seemed to have walked a lot more lightly. ±∠,

Because he got everything he wanted, he was naturally in a very happy mood now.

There is no doubt that all the assistance Louis-Bonaparte gave him was conditional - he could force the Prime Minister to appoint the candidate recommended by Charles as the Minister of War, and he could give Charles other support he wanted, but he also made it very clear that Charles must take full responsibility for his plan and proposal.

In other words, if he failed, he would have to pay the corresponding price.

However, he did not feel much fear or distress for this, because history had long told him that he had definitely not chosen the wrong person, and he only needed to finish the rest of the things.

With this inexplicable ease, Charles took a carriage all the way back to his home.

At this time, the sky had become a little dim, and it was almost time for dinner, so he went directly to his own restaurant when he returned home.

However, although it is a blessing to be able to eat something after hard work, Charles' mood suddenly slowly fell down at this time. The excitement just now had long disappeared. From his expression, it seems that he has to bite the bullet and do something troublesome.

If it were a normal day, the atmosphere at the table would probably be happy. Everyone gathered together to eat, occasionally chat, tell jokes, and win the rare leisure time of the day.

However, recently. This harmonious and peaceful atmosphere is no longer seen.

It's a long story, but there is only one main reason... that is, there are often guests coming to their house recently, and these guests don't have a particularly good relationship with the hosts.

Because of this, he didn't go to the restaurant at the first time, but stayed in the living room with some hesitation.

"Master?" The old servant saw him staying there and was a little curious, "You just came back. Don't you want to eat something?"

"Ah. Of course, I have to eat something." Charles came back to his senses and looked at the old servant mysteriously, "Well. Has dinner started now?"

"Yes? According to the usual time. It has already started."

"Are they all there?" Charles' tone became a little nervous.

"Yes. All are."

"…………Grandpa is there too?" Charles was a little surprised.

"No, he's not there. He ordered that dinner tonight be delivered directly to his room." The servant's answer broke his joy.

"Ah... is that so..." Charles sighed, "Did they quarrel?"

"Not really quarreling..." The old servant's expression suddenly became hesitant, as if he didn't know how to describe it, "Just...just...ah, how should I put it? It's...it's that kind of..."

Seeing the other party's indescribable look, Charles nodded, "Okay, I know, they are just quarreling in a friendly manner, right?"

"Yes, you are so right!" As if feeling that Charles' description was very accurate, the old servant nodded repeatedly, "They are just quarreling in a friendly manner on the surface, you don't know, this atmosphere is too uncomfortable..."

"I know, I know..." Charles sighed again. I feel a headache again.

"The master doesn't know how to deal with this now, so..." The servant showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, "So he simply didn't go to the restaurant for dinner, and had someone send it to his room directly."

"That's a good idea..." Charles suddenly answered involuntarily, and then looked at the other party hesitantly, "Look, I... Can I be like him? You send dinner to me..."

The old servant showed a very embarrassed expression, and it was obvious that he didn't know what to say.

"If... If you want it to be like this."

"Forget it, forget it." Charles, who came back to his senses, waved his hand, and then sighed softly, "No, I'll just go directly to dinner."

Although this idea is indeed very attractive, if you really do this, the consequences will be much more serious than enduring for dozens of minutes. So, Charles had no choice but to give up this idea.

Then, he pushed open the door of the restaurant himself. Then, with the help of candlelight, he saw the four people sitting at the dining table clearly.

Sure enough, they were all there. He smiled bitterly and sighed in his heart. But tonight, everyone is here...

Fran sat on one side, talking in a low voice; on the other side, Charlotte and Agnes sat together, talking and laughing.

Although they looked happy, it seemed that the dining table was like a natural barrier separating the two sides. The two sides did not talk to each other, and did not even make eye contact, as if they were deliberately pretending that the other side did not exist. Fran ate her dinner in silence, as if she was isolated.

Even the two distinct factions in the department could not keep their distance from each other...Charles sighed inadvertently.

But now that they were here, there was no excuse to retreat.

The moment he opened the door, several eyes converged on him, making him feel very stressed. But he still suppressed this discomfort and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Ah, ladies, good evening."

"Good evening, Ciel." Charlotte answered Ciel directly.

She looked at Ciel with a smile, her tone full of concern, "It's been a busy day, how about some food?"

"Oh, thank you." Charles nodded quickly.

Then, he walked to his usual seat next to Charlotte, preparing to have something to eat before talking anyway.

However, before he sat down, he suddenly noticed a piercing gaze coming from the opposite side. He raised his head and found that Fran was still lowering his head, not looking at him.

Is this still a good meal? He felt a little depressed, and then planned to walk to the main seat where his grandfather usually sat. Eat quickly and run away. But just as he was about to walk away, he found that the corner of his clothes was grabbed by someone.

Then, Charlotte also looked over, her blue eyes full of displeasure, as if she was saying directly - "What? Are you going to break my heart in front of everyone just to accommodate your sister?"

With Charlotte staring at her like this, of course Ciel didn't dare to leave, so he had to sit down again.

"Eat something quickly, sir." After he sat down, Charlotte's tone became more serious. "I have something else to ask you after eating."

"Okay. Okay." Although he always felt like a thorn in his back, Charles no longer wanted to look around. He just agreed repeatedly, then picked up the tableware and started eating his dinner. The movement was so fast that even he couldn't believe it.

"Pfft hahahaha..." Maybe he felt that this scene was really funny. Agnes couldn't help but laugh. "You two are really interesting..."

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"I made you laugh, Aunt Agnes." Charlotte smiled at the other party with some embarrassment, "Charle must have already apologized to you before, right? Let me apologize to you again."

"Yeah. It's okay, it's okay." Agnes smiled and shook her head, "This is not your fault, you don't need to apologize to me."

Although she didn't like Charlotte's bossing around before, it was different now. She was very angry when Charles seemed to offend her, so she felt that Charlotte's treatment of Charles was quite suitable for her.

And Charlotte was also very polite to Agnes, which was rare. After learning about Agnes's recent experience, she often ran over to visit Agnes recently, and scolded Charles several times for being too rude to Agnes.

Out of the natural attitude of a soon-to-be wife, although she was very dissatisfied with the beating of Charles, Charlotte did not hate Agnes, even if the other party made it clear that she wanted to kill her cousin-that is, the future. father-in-law.

Ever since she heard from Charles about her cousin's "glorious deeds" of killing his wife and then escaping on his own, Charlotte's heart was full of disgust for this cousin, so naturally she had no feelings of defense and instead expressed her hatred for Yazhi. Agnes, who wanted to avenge her sister, was very appreciative.

"More than this, I want to ask another thing." Agnes looked at Charles, "The half-month agreement, if I remember correctly, should expire tomorrow, right?"

"Don't worry, of course we will keep our promise and won't stop you anymore, Aunt Agnes." Before Charles could speak, Charlotte said directly, "You will be free tomorrow. You can go wherever you like. Just go wherever you want and do whatever you want.”

"Yes, that's my opinion." Charles quickly agreed.

"Then, good." Agnes nodded.

"It's been really hard on you during this time, being trapped in our house," Charlotte seemed a little apologetic, and apologized to Agnes again, "In my opinion, I shouldn't have kept you in the first place, that We have already saved the person once, so what else is there to do? Wouldn’t it be better to let him die on his own?”

"But I can't just hand dad over, right?" Charles couldn't help but reply.

"He is a father, but he also has to look like a father?" Charlotte frowned, "It would be better not to have such a father!"

"It's so easy to say this...after all, I'm not asking you to give up your father." At this moment, perhaps because she was dissatisfied with Charlotte's attitude, Fran, who had been silent, suddenly interrupted, "Brother doesn't want to give up either. It’s a dilemma for everyone, isn’t he enough to accommodate my aunt?”

"Is this your attitude towards your elders?" Charlotte looked at Fran with some displeasure.

"Can an elder just break into our house casually?" Fran's face turned red with anger as if she was thinking of what happened before. "She even beat her brother! How can you remain indifferent? "

Although Fran looked at her rather unkindly, Agnes just smiled and did not answer. She did not seem to want to have a verbal dispute with the child. However, it was obvious that she still didn't like Fran, so she didn't even look at her.

"She played well." Charlotte replied directly.

Then, she looked at Ciel, "Are you right? Ciel?"

Charles refused to speak any more. Common sense told him that getting involved in such arguments would do no good, so he just continued to eat in a low voice, as if this was such a rare delicacy.

Fortunately, we haven't talked about that yet. While eating, he thought to himself - out of some consideration, Charles had not told Charlotte about Fran's life experience before, and out of some kind of pity, Agnes did not tell Charlotte about this either. Lot. Fortunately, that was the case, otherwise Charlotte would have been able to say even more unpleasant things.

Seeing that Charles still refused to answer, Charlotte turned her head in anger and looked at Agnes, "Aunt Agnes, I wish you success and come back soon. If you want to visit my house in the future, you are always welcome."

"This is my home!" Fran answered loudly before Agnes replied. "Can you please stop acting like a host?"

"Yes, you are right, Miss. This is your home, and it will always be your home. After Charles and I get married, of course we will move to another place. I have already said that we will give this mansion to you, and you can use it as you like..." With a gentle and cruel smile, Charlotte stared at Fran, "The place I invited Aunt to was our home at that time."

Then, her smile became warmer and warmer.

"I wish you a happy stay here~~~" (To be continued...)

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