Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles heard Charlotte say this, he felt something was wrong. He could no longer pretend not to see it, and he quickly raised his head to explain.

However, unlike what Charles expected, Fran did not look very shocked or angry, but was unusually calm. This calmness looked more like the emptiness after repeated blows, as if she had lost hope in anything.

"Is it true?" After a long silence, Fran asked her brother in a low voice.

"Fran, yes, this is true. I think you can understand it, right? I can't stay here after I get married." Charles felt a little uneasy when he saw his sister like this, "But don't worry, it doesn't mean anything. I will come to see you often in the future. Look, it's great to give you such a beautiful house for free, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, we will come to see you often in the future." Charlotte agreed with a smile on her face, but it obviously didn't seem to have any sincerity, "I think you will be very happy here... After all, it's hard to find such a generous brother."

"Generous..." Fran lowered her head and muttered to herself. "Don't be afraid, Fran," although he knew that Charlotte's words would definitely make her more unhappy, but Charles had no choice but to continue to comfort her, "Although I won't be here at that time, if there is anything, I will do my best to help you, and this will not be any different."

After hearing what Charles said, Fran understood. This decision of her brother could not be changed.

She bit her lips tightly, as if trying to be strong, but a tear still slid down from the corner of her eye uncontrollably.

"You will help me, I know, you will always help me. But, but..." She stood up slowly while crying, and then she suddenly raised her voice. Almost yelled out loud. "You are not by my side!"

Then, she ran away from the dining table without paying any attention to her manners.

When she passed by Charles, Charles saw that it seemed that a tear dripped from her face to the ground. He wanted to stand up to stop her, but he stopped in the end. Because he knew that sometimes he had to do this.

After Fran ran away. Charles looked at Charlotte unhappily. "You don't have to provoke her like this." "What did I provoke? I just told her what we decided..." Charlotte answered confidently, "Is this my decision alone?"

"Okay, okay. I know, this is our joint decision." Charles sighed, "But, Charlotte, promise me that you will be nicer to her in the future. She is already pitiful enough."

"I will." Charlotte replied calmly, "As long as she doesn't come to disturb our lives."

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The next morning, Charles got up very early.

After a quick wash, he walked out of the room and soon found Agnes in the living room.

"Oh, you are really early." He smiled and greeted.

"I don't want to bother you any more." Agnes replied coldly.

Then, she stretched out her hand, "Take it."

"Okay, wait a moment." Charles nodded and agreed, then turned and walked to the storage room, took out the key and opened the door.

After a while, he walked back to the living room, but this time he had something in his hand.

This was the umbrella that Agnes had left behind.

"You take it." Charles smiled at her with relief and apology. "Thank you for keeping your promise."...

"I said, I'm different from you." Agnes was still very calm and gently took the umbrella.

Then, as if she was examining her most beloved treasure, she carefully looked through the umbrella.

After being in the storage room for half a month, some dust had accumulated on the umbrella, and the silk lace had become gray, no longer as bright and beautiful as before. Agnes looked at it with heartache, then reached out and grasped the umbrella handle.

She gently pulled out the sword from the umbrella, and then calmly looked at the still cold light.

"Long time no see, baby." After looking at her for a long time, she put the sword back and looked at Charles, "Well, you still have some humanity this time."

"Maybe you think too highly of me." Charles shrugged, "I just hate that father as well."

"Huh, is that so." Agnes sneered and shook her head, "Then, goodbye, Charles."

"Agnes, wait!" Charles called her just as she was about to turn around and leave.

"What's the matter?"

"I'll ask you one last time, can you give up this matter?" Charles looked at Agnes sincerely.

"No." Agnes' answer was firm.

Although she had encountered a series of setbacks recently, her determination to accomplish her goals had not diminished at all.

"I'm not doing it for him. He'll be fine no matter what. I'm doing it for you!" Charles increased his voice. "I want you to think about it carefully. Is it really worth paying so much for that kind of person? You have wasted it. After ten years of youth, ten years! How many meaningful things could you have done in these ten years? Have you given up again? How many things were originally precious? You are almost thirty now, how much more time do you plan to waste on this kind of thing? You left today, and God knows how much more time you have to spend looking for him. Could it be that... you Do you really have no other plans? You can easily live a more interesting life, even get married?”

"That makes sense. But should you say this?" Agnes replied with a sarcastic smile, "Don't forget, whose fault is it that I need to continue to waste so much time?"

Ciel was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, you don't have to persuade me now. I won't change my mind again." Perhaps because she realized that Charles' concern came from the heart, Agnes' tone also softened a lot, "This is me. The life I choose is meaningful to me, and that’s enough, isn’t it?”

Then, she laughed self-deprecatingly, "As for getting married... there are a lot of old girls in the world anyway. Wouldn't it be good for me to save a dowry for my family?"

Seeing the other party's answer, Ciel could only sigh in his heart. He understood that after all, there was nothing he could do to change what Agnes had made up her mind about.

"Well, if you insist, I won't say anything more."

Then, he raised his head and looked at Agnes with his sincere eyes, "I have only one request for you. If you fulfill your wish one day and come back, please... you must not dislike me. , you can come to me if you encounter anything, I will do my best to help you. I sincerely hope... I hope you can continue to live happily. "

He looked at Agnes like this, trying his best to look more sincere, although he also knew that he no longer had much credibility in front of her.

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"Hahahaha, really, why are you suddenly pretending to be a good person at this time!" After looking at each other for a while, Agnes suddenly laughed, and then tugged on Charles's bow tie, "Also, don't show off in front of your aunt. You’re a hero, didn’t you just get beaten up?”…

A moment of embarrassment made Charles blush slightly, "I asked you to do that! Haven't you been tied up by me?"

"That was also your sneak attack!" Upon hearing this, Agnes seemed a little angry and tugged on Charles's tie harder, "Boy, listen, if you dare to do this again next time, I promise to beat you to death. you!"

"Okay! I will definitely defeat you openly next time, just wait for me!" Ciel shouted, "Don't run away!"

"I'll wait for that day," Agnes replied with a sneer. "Just looking at you like this, I'm afraid it's a long time coming."

"Then let's make an agreement. We will fight again then." Ciel said calmly.

"Can."

After nodding in agreement, the two said nothing more and walked out the door together.

At the door, Charles watched Agnes get onto the carriage waiting outside. Then, he waved gently and watched the carriage leave.

"Hey..." It wasn't until the shadow of the carriage disappeared on the road that he breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked back to the mansion.

As soon as he returned to the living room, he ran into his sister. It looks like he got up to have breakfast.

"Flan, good morning... huh? What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

No wonder he was so surprised, Fran's face was horribly pale at this time, as if she hadn't slept all night, her eyes had become misty, and even her hair seemed to have lost its luster.

"Has she left already?" Fran avoided answering Charles's question and instead asked about Agnes.

"Uh, yeah, just left."

Looking at those eyes that seemed to have no emotion whatsoever, Ciel felt a little worried.

The corners of Fran's mouth moved slightly, as if forming a smile.

"She finally got out of trouble... I just don't know whether we should wish her well or not..."

"I think it's best for us to just ignore it and forget about it." Charles replied helplessly.

"Forgot...? No, I won't forget. How can I forget so many things..." Fran lowered her head, as if she was lost in memories, "Sir, you were really amazing that day... that day , to make a decision so quickly.”

"What's so great about this? I'm just forced to do it." Ciel smiled bitterly, "This is not a good thing."

"Then, for a good goal, even doing some bad things is allowed, right?" Fran asked calmly.

"Yes, that's what I think." Charles nodded. "Of course, you don't have to do it, just dirty my own hands."

There was only an unclear smile left on Fran's face.