Flowers, Swords and France

After receiving such a vague answer from Charles, Fran and Mary's minds became even more confused. Apart from looking at each other, they didn't know what to say for a while.

Is it because of the burden of conscience?

Even though she felt it was ridiculous in her heart, Fran couldn't help but have this idea flash through her mind.

"If you feel you owe someone, I don't think you need to think so, sir..." With a kind of worry, she couldn't help but persuade her brother, "Gold, silver and jewelry have not been used since ancient times. Are they symbiotic with blood? Could it be that other people are much better than you? My classmates, my friends, all the people I met, their families’ wealth was accumulated through legitimate means. No? All I see , on the contrary, isn’t everyone walking on blood and mud? Because of this tacit understanding, everyone is polite to each other, and no one will ask where each family’s wealth comes from. Come... Because of this, I have always pretended to be blind to the blood stains accumulated on our wealth. Is there anything wrong with this? Isn't it the same for everyone, and no one is better than anyone else... What about you? Why should you feel guilty?”

Yes, although she never asked, a child like her must have known since she was a child that most of her family's money came from illegitimate sources - she just conveniently pretended not to see it.

In other words, have my grandfather, me, and even her friends and classmates completed our sociological education since a long time ago?

So who has the right to blame her for being as selfish and callous as everyone else? She just learned our values. Just act in accordance with these values...

If you want to say that you have learned bad things, you can only say that you have been taught bad things early in the morning.

That's right, this world is full of materialistic desires. Who am I to blame her for being like everyone else?

This thought suddenly flashed through Ciel's mind.

Unknowingly, the anger in his heart towards his sister became less and less, and instead he was filled with helplessness, melancholy, and some heartache.

"Hmph, do you think I care about others? Then you are overthinking. I never take other people's opinions to heart. It doesn't matter who curses me... I'm just doing what I want to do. "Because his mood became very bad, Ciel became much lazier. Explain, "Okay. Anyway, now that you know so much, you should understand that I don't want to delve into this kind of thing. There is no value in exploring it. Just think that I have some kind of quirk." Okay, how many people in this world don’t have any quirks?”

"If you are just alone, then no matter what quirks you have, there is no problem... But don't forget, you are hanging around in a place that has no conscience or principles!" Fran didn't think so because of that. Charles stopped when he refused, but looked at Charles very worriedly, "If you hold on to some ideal, it will only tie your hands. Besides, do you really think you will win people's hearts if you do this? I see ...then who are you? You can't get benefits either, as we often see. Some people will blame you for being too courteous to the mob, and those who have received benefits will think you gave too little. As for those who have not received benefits, they will curse you and wish they could. You are about to fall! You have to rely on something to govern, right? You can't really rely on the mob to govern the country? It must be a disaster!”

"You are thinking far ahead! Now tell me what to say about governing!" Charles felt even more dumbfounded and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "We don't even know what France will look like in three months, so why bother thinking about it? What about something so long ago?”

"After discovering that you have such a quirk, how can I not think about it?" Fran glanced at Charles resentfully, "As long as you think about it, you will one day be in power. I have no doubt about it. No one can I can’t stop you, and I don’t allow anyone to stop you. The only question is, will it bring glory or disaster to you and our family if you go to power with your current ideas..."

With an unswerving belief, Fran spoke out word by word. She really had no doubt that her brother would one day reach the top of the entire empire - because there must be only such an outcome in the future.

However, it was hard to say whether that was a blessing or a curse - she originally thought that her brother should have already tempered her into a calm, pragmatic, merciless and strong man who could crush everything. She had already prepared for her future. The governor had made all the psychological and character preparations, but he didn't expect that... his brother who looked so tyrannical and cold-hearted would actually have such a strange idea in his heart.

Due to her position and the education she had received since childhood, she was completely unable to understand why Treville needed to do such a thing.

Sure enough, even if he is as strong as Achilles, will he still have a fatal flaw in his heels?

"If you can't solve this problem... then I dare to assert that the day you come to power is the day you fail, because you will make yourself a lonely person! If you refuse to step on it... you will not be able to control this country that is destined to crawl at your feet." After a short pause, Fran continued with a sense of uneasiness, "Just like... just like those people we have seen. Which of them is not ambitious? In the end, no one lasted 20 years! Do you understand? I am really worried about you..."

As she narrated loudly, Fran's expression became a little excited, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

And what greeted her was Charles's completely unbelievable expression.

"You...how did you think of these things..." Charles frowned and looked at his sister, as if he didn't know her at all. "Did anyone teach you anything? Or...did the doctor tell you something strange?"

"No one told me these things specifically. If someone else had told me, I wouldn't have been so worried." Fran smiled bitterly again. "You...you must feel very strange, right? I can think of so many things...but, these are indeed my own thoughts. If you feel surprised, it only means that you have never tried to understand me. I am a little smarter than you think, right?"

"More than a little smarter." Charles nodded very honestly, "Maybe too smart."

"But shouldn't you be proud of yourself? After all, I am your good student..." Fran raised her head, Full of passion, even some undisguised admiration, "I have been with you for almost twenty years, and I remember every word you said... Whether it was intentional or unintentional, I have kept your teachings in my heart, so... I will probably think about a lot of things. I originally planned to keep all of this in my heart, but... but... if I don't tell you now, maybe I won't have many opportunities to say it in the future."

"Uh..."

Since his sister's words were full of sincerity, Charles didn't know how to answer at all.

I really didn't expect that there was a thinker who never showed his emotions sleeping beside me!

And this thinker was actually brought out by me little by little!

Should I be shocked or proud?

His mind became confused, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He always knew that his sister was very smart, but Charles, who always regarded her as an ignorant child, never thought that his sister was so deeply hidden under her innocent appearance.

The original text can be read in the Six # 9 @Books/Bar!

She has an extremely smart mind, good knowledge and education, a shrewdness that never reveals emotions, a worldview that is not bound by emotions and morality, and the determination to make a decision at a critical moment...

Maybe she is more suitable for fighting in this world of fame and fortune than me?

"You are right, very right, almost every word is correct," Charles sighed after an unknown amount of time, "too amazing, to some extent even I may not be so thorough."

"So, how about compared to Charlotte?" Fran asked with a sneer.

"Much stronger." Charles still nodded very honestly, "If you were a man, maybe grandpa would appreciate you more. Humph, in the end, the young branch of our Treville family still has the upper hand! The stubbornness of the old branch is completely no match for us."

At this moment, even he himself did not realize that he was rarely treating his sister with an equal attitude.

He admitted it himself...Charlotte was just lucky.

After hearing this late admission, Fran suddenly felt tears rolling down her eyes again.

"But even if I know you are right, I will not change my mind. There is no doubt that the road ahead is full of difficulties for me, but I am not afraid. And don't worry...whether I am glorious or in trouble, you will never be implicated, and you will always enjoy everything I give you..."

"How can you still say such words at this time...!" Fran interrupted her brother without any gratitude in front of him, "How can I pretend to be indifferent to you? No matter what the future holds, I will always be by your side, and you can't abandon me. Whether you are a great man or a sinner, it's the same to me anyway!"

Charles looked at Fran in surprise, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"Yes, I love you, and I am willing to go with you...even if there is a disaster, so what?" Fran looked at her brother with an inexplicable pride, "Besides, you will not fail with me here." (To be continued...)