Flowers, Swords and France

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Under the gloomy sky, Ezrael Walter, Charles's illegitimate brother, was being summoned at the Duke of Treville's residence.

Although the furnishings of this mansion have always been famous for their luxury, this young man with short light blond hair still walked leisurely and contentedly behind the servants, as if strolling on the street, without any fear or restraint on his face. .

However, no one has told him that he is quite like his brother in this aspect.

He had been to the Duke of Treville's house many times, and had been cordially received by his cousin (of course, it was absolutely impossible to make this relationship public, so he was already very familiar with the route.

However, as he walked, he found that the path suddenly looked wrong, as if it was different from the previous ones.

"Have your master changed places?" He asked casually out of curiosity.

"No, sir, I am not looking for you today." The servant replied respectfully.

"Um?"

"It is our lady who is looking for you today."

"Ah? What's going on?" Ezreal was surprised by this answer. "What can your lady do to me?"

"I don't know about this, sir. My mission is just to take you to her. I don't dare to ask about anything else." The servant bowed to Ezreal.

Because she has been favored by her parents since she was a child, Charlotte has always done whatever she wants in her own family, and almost no one dares to question the eldest lady's behavior. The young lady used to do a lot of more ridiculous things than this at home, but she has become a lot quieter recently, perhaps because of the engagement. Today is the strangest thing she has done in these days.

However, of course these information servants would not tell this young man.

Without further words between the two, the servant took Ezreal to the garden.

Then, Ezreal found out. In the pavilion in the garden, there was a woman in a white dress who was looking at the neatly trimmed grass with her back to him. All she could see was her golden hair swaying gently in the breeze.

It seemed that I heard footsteps behind me. The woman slowly turned around.

"I hope I didn't disturb you, Mr. Walter." She smiled and greeted Ezreal.

"I'm glad to have been summoned by you, Miss Treville." After walking to Charlotte's side, Ezreal bowed respectfully to her, "It's not a bother, I'm just a little curious. , why did you call me here suddenly?"

It seemed respectful, but Ezreal's attitude did not appear to be attentive. Instead, he seemed to be deliberately distant from Charlotte.

This is not difficult to understand - although he also has the blood of the Treville family, he has never regarded himself as a member of this family.

"You know me?" Charlotte was a little surprised.

"Of course. Everyone knows that your father only has one daughter." Ezreal shrugged coolly, "Besides, when you and Mr. Treville held a dance, I was actually there. You My father invited me, of course, but you won’t remember seeing me..."

Maybe it was an illusion, but Ezreal felt that when the other party heard him talking about 'Mr. Treville', his reaction seemed a little strange.

"Oh, that's right." Although she was a little surprised before, Charlotte finally accepted it. "I didn't expect that father... would have already contacted you at that time."

"Your father really helped me a lot."

"Yes, I have helped you a lot. At first, I still didn't understand why I was so concerned..." Charlotte suddenly smiled, "But later, I understood everything."

Ezreal was horrified.

"You understand everything...what do you mean understand?"

"What else could it be?" Charlotte still kept a smile on her face and looked at Ezreal, "I just know that you are not an outsider who has nothing to do with our family."

Damn it. Doesn't this guy know what confidentiality is? Do you even tell your children about this?

Then...will that person also know?

Ezreal suddenly felt a little panicked.

"Don't blame my father, he never said a word to us from the beginning to the end. He kept it secret..." Charlotte mentioned her father with no respect. "It was Charles who saw it himself. Pressed. My father only found out at the end. And don’t worry, only the three of us know about it now, and we haven’t told anyone else in the family.”

After Charlotte's explanation, Ezreal finally relaxed a lot.

However, while he was relieved, he also felt a little bitter deep in his heart.

It seems that the Treville family really has no intention of recognizing themselves...

Although he was not sad or disappointed about this, Ezreal was certainly not happy either.

"So, did you call me here today just to tell me these things?" Without interest, he decided to say goodbye and leave, "Okay, I understand..."

"Of course I didn't mean to tell you this." Charlotte interrupted him suddenly.

"Then what are you going to say to me?" Ezreal looked at the other party curiously.

Charlotte's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Then, she turned her face away slightly, still looking at the withered grass.

"Have you been comfortable in the Self-Defense Force recently? I heard that my father took special care of the people he knew and asked them to treat you well."

"Oh, thanks to him, I am comfortable." Ezreal answered immediately. But there was not much gratitude on his face.

"Although my father is a little frivolous, he is always willing to help others..." Charlotte's tone was not sure whether it was a compliment or a teasing, "Since he received the princess's letter, he has been doing his best for you, right?"

When he heard the other party's words, he wanted to say "my family has done you so much favor", Ezreal had a bad premonition in his heart.

However, facts are facts after all.

"Well, he is really good to me and helped a lot." He nodded in doubt.

"Then. In return, can you...can you do me a favor as well?"

Sure enough, it came. Ezreal's heart trembled.

Is this using Enlai to order me around? He sneered in his heart.

"I'm sorry. I know this sounds a bit like a threat..." As if she had made up her mind, Charlotte suddenly turned her head again. Looking at Ezreal, "But please understand my feelings. After thinking about it, I finally think it's best to ask you for help... You can refuse, but, in any case, please listen to your relative's request, okay?"

Do you treat me as a relative again at this time? Ezreal laughed in his heart.

However, curiosity still prevailed in his heart at this moment.

"So this request is not mandatory? Well, you go first, I'll see what it is."

"It's my personal matter." Charlotte's face suddenly showed a bitter smile, "I recently heard some very bad rumors from a friend, so... so I want to ask you... please help verify it."

"Verify? Verify what?" Ezreal asked curiously. "I think you need to explain clearly before I can make a decision."

Charlotte still looked at the other party, as if she was still hesitating about something.

After a moment, her expression became firm, as if she had made a decision.

"Okay. I'll tell you clearly, I want you to find out... um, whereabouts of Charles in the near future."

This sudden request made Ezreal a little difficult to understand for a while.

"Him? Shouldn't you know his whereabouts best? You are his fiancée!"

"Because she is his fiancée, there are some things that are the least likely to be clear." Charlotte answered expressionlessly, "Because there are some things that people will never tell you clearly."

Looking at Charlotte's appearance, Ezreal slowly understood.

"In other words, you want me to see if he has... betrayed you?"

This word made Charlotte frown. But she still remained calm.

"Yes. I heard that you were a reporter before and are very good at getting information. And I don't have anyone I can rely on now. I can't rely on my former accomplices. Charles and those people are mortal enemies. Who knows what will happen next... I think about it, and finally I can only think of you, Mr. Walter, can you do this for me in return?"

"You...you are..." Ezreal still didn't know what to say.

"I know it's very difficult for you to monitor your brother. I'm just asking you. If you really find it difficult to accept, you can refuse." Charlotte said calmly.

"No, that's not the problem!" Ezreal shook his head violently, obviously reacting strongly, "He is not my brother, and he has never regarded me as his brother. That's not the problem... The real problem is that I don't want to disturb their lives anymore. What's the benefit?"

Charlotte certainly couldn't know what "go again" meant.

"It is precisely because I don't want my life to be disturbed that I want to verify it and see if I am worrying in vain or if it is true."

"Then why don't you ask that friend?" Ezreal asked back.

"No, that won't work." Charlotte shook her head, "Maybe he said that on purpose to slander me? Then wouldn't I only get one result if I ask him?"

The original text is available at Six # 9 @Book/Bar!

"Since you are afraid of this and that, you might as well ask him directly!" Ezreal answered impatiently. "Besides, why do you have to dwell on these things? It is precisely because of similar experiences that I want to advise you that there is no need to dig deep into some things. Doesn't this itself represent distrust?"

His answer made Charlotte stunned.

After a long while, a slightly sad expression appeared on Charlotte's face again.

"Trust? What a luxurious word... But do you know what kind of life I've been living lately? Yes, we're engaged, but he always has so many things to do and is so busy that we may not see each other for a few days... I want to trust him, but... but what is the actual situation? Do I trust him if I close my eyes, pretend to be deaf and dumb, and then leave everything to fate? No, I'm not that strong, sir. Judging from some of the signs he has shown recently. I'm afraid... I'm afraid he is not so trustworthy. I just hope this is just my blind guess."

"Are you scared? Or doubtful?"

"Yes, I'm afraid. Hehe. People who are getting married are in such trouble. They can only be on tenterhooks. You won't receive the best reception wherever you go..." Charlotte sighed with regret, "Those who keep saying friends who love you or are jealous that you found one Either way, I'm glad that you can no longer compete with me, but everyone suddenly becomes very affectionate towards you, almost saying "honey, you're done". However, I don't intend to make them feel better! However, I still interact with them with a smile."

"So. Because you are mentally suspicious, you don't want to believe him?" Ezreal asked in a low voice.

"It has nothing to do with whether you believe it or not. Of course I am willing to believe him...it's just that sometimes we have to face reality." "What is the reality? My fiancé is young, in a high position, and he is pretty decent--" It’s not my boast, he should be almost a beauty Envious young people. There will always be some confused Butterfly Nightingale around them. I have seen them countless times in the social world. I don’t know, I hope this will happen to Charles? No, but we don’t live on hope.”

After saying this. There seemed to be some hesitation on her face, "Plus...plus..."

"In addition, my father was a prostitute. Does his son also have some hereditary instincts?" With a smile that was either teasing or mocking, Ezreal completed the rest of the sentence.

A blush of embarrassment crossed Charlotte's face.

Such vulgar words really made her very embarrassed.

But now she doesn't care so much.

"Maybe you think I'm causing trouble, but... but don't I really have any reason?" As if she was persuading him, and also as if she was persuading herself, Charlotte smiled, but this smile But there seemed to be something inexplicable inside. "In order to prevent him from being embarrassed, I suppressed my past prejudices. I betrayed the king and the eldest princess. In order to help him, I also gave him my dowry to run the business. I was not afraid of taking risks at all; in order to wait for him, I didn't get married until I was twenty-three. No, it doesn't matter, because I love him. I have been in love with him for a long time. I am willing to make this sacrifice for love, and I can continue to pay if necessary... as long as these sacrifices are meaningful. "

"Meaning?" Ezreal was a little confused.

"Yes, it must be meaningful, or there should be rewards." Charlotte nodded gently, "He will be his husband, and I hope he really means it, rather than just seeing this as a completion. It's just a contract made by two old men decades ago. I don't want us to become inseparable after we get married, and just see each other as friends who have to live together..."

"But, with all due respect...in the social world, isn't this how most marriages are?" Ezreal asked subconsciously, "Nobles have lived like this since ancient times. They get married to fulfill certain contracts, and then Each leads his or her own life..."

After hearing Ezreal's straightforward answer, a trace of pain suddenly flashed across Charlotte's face.

This expression made Ezreal suddenly and secretly hate his habit of always being outspoken in love. "Ah, you don't need to take this sentence seriously, I was just joking..."

"No, you are right. Most marriages in the social world are like this. I am not so blind that I refuse to admit this reality. But...can't I hope that my marriage will not go like this? Otherwise...otherwise...otherwise, what's the point of a marriage that I've paid so much for and endured, just to change from two strangers who don't care about each other to living together? Two strangers who don't care about each other? No...I don't want this, absolutely. Are you sorry..." Charlotte lowered her gaze slightly to prevent the other party from seeing the fragility and sentimentality in her heart. "I may have sorry for many people, but I have definitely not sorry for him, so... so I ask him not to sorry for me. It's very difficult. Shouldn't it be right? Is it wrong? I just want to spend the rest of my life with the one I love, caring for and protecting each other like we did when we were young...Is this also a mistake? Well, maybe it is, but Even if it’s a mistake, I’ll stick to it!”

Ezreal listened to his "cousin"'s monologue without moving, as if he felt the confusion and determination in her heart from his heart.

In fact, judging from the prevailing conditions in the world. It was really difficult to realize this wish, but he never dared to say this again.

After a long silence. Charlotte smiled bitterly.

"Oh, sorry for making you laugh."

"No, ma'am, I'd love to hear it."

"Forget it, what else is there to say?" Charlotte shook her head, "I prefer action to talking."

It seemed that he had vented all the anxiety and resentment that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time. Charlotte regained her usual reserved and indifferent expression.

"Well, your time is quite precious, and I don't want to delay it for too long. Just tell me, can I trust you and entrust this matter to you?"

"Then I...I also want to ask a question..." Ezreal looked at Charlotte hesitantly, "If, I mean if...the result is really bad, Mr. Treville is also infected. If you break those bad habits that have been circulating in society for many years, how are you going to deal with them?"

Charlotte's face instantly darkened, and even her blue pupils seemed to shrink slightly.

"I will consider this myself. Don't worry." She replied in a calm tone, "I will naturally find a solution by then. You only need to answer me, are you willing to repay our family for the help we have given you?"

"There is one thing I must explain clearly..." Ezrael sighed slightly. "Actually, miss, I don't think your family has done much favor to me. No, without your father's support, I wouldn't have such a good future, but... I'm not very keen on making progress in the first place, right? It's just that I do those troublesome things because I want my mother to be happy and worry less about my future!”

"Then...you mean you don't want to help anymore?" Charlotte was a little depressed.

"No, I will help you." Ezreal answered firmly.

"What do you mean?" Charlotte looked at the other party with some confusion.

"I am willing to help you, but this is different from repaying a favor. I don't think I owe any favor to the Treville family." Ezreal straightened his back and looked directly at Charlotte. "I help you because you need help. That's all. I don't want anything in return from you, and I don't need it. I just hope you can be happy. I hope I can't see anything and can only return the favor and pay tribute to you." You dejectedly admit that you can!"

This is what he means.

He had no feelings for the Treville family. Instead, it was the arrogance and impulsiveness of a young man, mixed with the chivalrous spirit of wanting to go through fire and water for the lady, that made him make this decision.

"Ah, what nice words, what a good person!" Charlotte looked at Ezreal and sighed unconsciously, obviously deeply moved. "Hey, if only Ciel could do this!"

"No, you won't like him like this. You like someone as stubborn and strong as you, I can see that." Ezrael replied with a smile.

Charlotte was startled for a moment, then laughed.

"Hahahaha, you are really pretending to know me after we have only known each other for a few days. Hahahaha..."

Such a smile that ignored any reserve was the reason why she regarded the other person as a friend.

After letting Charlotte laugh for a while, Ezreal bowed to Charlotte again.

"I think I must take my leave, mademoiselle."

"Well, I wish you all the best, oh no, I'd better wish you all the best..." Charlotte replied with a smile, "Although I can't be your brother and sister, but now it seems that being friends is not bad at all. ”

Then she held out her hand.

"According to your words, I will definitely fail...Mrs. Treville." Ezreal gently picked up Charlotte's hand and kissed the back of it.

Then, he turned around without any delay and followed the servant out of the Duke of Treville's house.

On the way, he made up his mind to help his cousin get her wish - and this determination was originally only placed on his sister.

Although this determination can be known, it gives the young man himself a sense of knightly self-satisfaction.

It would be great if they could all be happy, he thought to himself.

Isn't that how it should be? To be continued)r655

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