Flowers, Swords and France

Pain, unbearable pain.

It was as if he was in a lonely space in the universe, with nothing to see except darkness. In the deepest darkness, everything turned into nothingness, even consciousness was confused and he could not think of anything.

It was not until an unknown amount of time later that consciousness slowly revived in this body, and Edgar de Treville slowly opened his eyes.

What he could see was the ceiling painted in khaki, and the white sheets, and the surroundings were clean but definitely not luxurious.

Where is this? This was the first question that flashed through his subconscious mind.

As his memory slowly returned, he gradually formed some impressions.

This... This seemed to be his cousin Charlotte's room.

When he just thought of Charlotte, it seemed that a chill came from the bottom of his heart, making his hands and feet a little cold.

He remembered that in this room, he was attacked by his daughter-in-law without any regard for feelings and extremely violently.

Ah!

His mind exploded, and he realized what kind of danger he was in.

No, I have to run away quickly!

When he thought of this, Edgar wanted to stand up and run away.

But his efforts soon failed, because he found that he had been tied up tightly and had no ability to move.

This **! He opened his mouth to curse, but found that his mouth was blocked by a towel.

Charlotte... You are my niece, my daughter-in-law, how can you treat me like this! His heart was full of panic and anger, and he kept questioning and cursing in his heart, even though he knew it was useless.

Reason told him that the situation was already bad, and it might even get worse, and he had to think of something as soon as possible.

What time is it now? And, in addition to attacking himself, has Charlotte done anything more vicious?

With fear from the bottom of his heart, Edgar kept struggling. His vision became clearer and clearer from blurry.

Only then did he realize that there was a person sitting in the seat by the window.

And it was a woman.

Is it the bitch Charlotte? He frowned slightly and tried to stare at the other person.

Then, he was completely stunned.

This is not Charlotte. This is his sister-in-law Agnes!

Instantly, blood rushed to the top of his head, making his head numb, as if his hair was about to stand up.

"Woo!" He struggled violently again, but could only make an untuned woof.

Agnes, who had been quietly looking at him, slowly stood beside him.

Her steps were very light. Her steps were very regular, and her beautiful face was just like a young girl who had just walked out of the house, but in Edgar's view, it was like a demon approaching him, and he struggled even more violently.

Looking at his fearful look, Agnes's expressionless face finally moved slightly.

This represents the relief and joy of "You finally fell into my hands", as well as the anger and hatred of "You can't run away this time, bastard!", and it also represents the mockery and pleasure of watching the enemy struggling in vain.

With this pleasure, she reached out her hand. Gently pulled the towel out of Edgar's mouth.

"Help! Someone is going to kill someone! Ah!! Help!!" Although he knew that Agnes must be fearless if she dared to do this, the instinct for survival still drove Edgar to shout desperately.

Agnes did not stop him, but just watched him shouting quietly, with the mockery and pleasure on her face growing stronger and stronger.

No one rushed over to see what happened, everything returned to death, as if there were only two living people left in the world.

As time passed, the middle-aged man's shouting became lower and lower, and his voice became a little hoarse. Finally, despair finally overwhelmed him. He stopped calling for help.

"Okay, okay! I fell into your hands after all! You win!" He sighed softly, his tone full of frustration and fear.

"You have fallen into the hands of justice and fairness." Agnes replied calmly, "Justice may be late, but it has finally arrived this time."

"Justice... fairness?" Edgar shuddered.

He knew how Agnes wanted to deal with him.

"Agnes, it's not what you think! I didn't mean to hurt her, never. It was all an accident!" He defended himself hoarsely, "She got angry at me at the time, so we had some conflicts. I swear I didn't start it first. It was just because she hit me, so I pushed her subconsciously. I swear I never thought about the consequences. She was pregnant with my child! Yes, I admit that I was wrong about this, so my conscience has been tormenting me for so many years, making it impossible for me to stay at home safely. I can only choose to exile myself... I have exiled myself for 20 years. Can't this atone for my sins?! I beg you, for God's sake, and for the sake of my child with Alice..."

"Accident...accident..." Agnes muttered to herself, then frowned, raised her hand and slapped him.

"Pah!" The loud slap made Edgar scream in pain, and then he was forced to swallow the rest of his words.

"At this point, you are still saying this to me! Accident? What kind of accident can cause mother and child to die at the same time? What kind of accident needs to force your father to conceal the truth? You also said that you have an uneasy conscience... That would be even more shameless. You have been wandering around and having sex all these years. Is there any trace of atonement in it? No, I have been chasing for ten years, and I have not seen a sinner who wants to atone. I only see no humanity. A villain who only cares about himself!”

When she said this, perhaps thinking of her sadness again, she slapped the middle-aged man hard in the face again.

Loud slaps continued to sound, occasionally accompanied by dull screams from middle-aged people.

"You never really regretted it from beginning to end, not even once... If I hadn't caught you, would you have repented? Would you have admitted your mistake? As a result... you want to atone now? Haha, are you kidding me? Who wants you? Repent? Save it and send it to hell!"

She was beating him while she was talking. As a result, the middle-aged man was beaten to a pulp, and he had no time to reply.

It wasn't until the bad breath in her heart dissipated a little that Agnes stopped breathing slightly.

"This time...this time you can't run away...God bless."

"We...can we reconcile?" With the last glimmer of hope, the middle-aged man begged in a weak voice, "Agnes, I know. You also liked me at that time, although you were still young and always followed me Behind my sister, I often hide in shyness, but I can see. Come out... I can see that you like me. In fact... I also like you very much. Let's... let's reconcile. What's the point of dwelling on the past? I swear that I will repent and marry you. Be faithful to you for the rest of my life, and then we will spend the rest of our lives together..."

"That's enough..." Agnes's face darkened again.

"I swear, I am sincere in all this! I am tired of the wandering life, and I just want to find a place to settle down... You... you are not doing well, either? After so many years, why bother? We Reconcile, forgive my mistakes, I will atone this time!"

"Enough!" He was answered with another heavy blow.

"That's enough... Every word you say is an insult to me that year, and reminds me how stupid I was back then. How ignorant I was to like such an inhuman jackal!" As if she remembered something, Agnes's tone trembled slightly, and there was a trace of tears in her eyes. "Do you know? How much my sister loved you at that time! She was so obsessed with you that she got so confused that she even married you! Do you know what kind of determination she made? Your family became prosperous at this time. , what is your family like at that time? Napoleon is just a relic of a dead man, no one looks down on you, and doesn’t take you seriously! She is by my side all day long. Say how gentle you are, how smart you are, and how talented you are. Damn it, I really believed it! Yes, I fell in love with the phantom she weaved, but I never wanted to steal her lover. I just want to watch you quietly and let my sister live happily...because I know that she loves you so much that she can't live without you!"

The tears in Agnes's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and finally slowly rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"You don't know this? If you don't know, forget it, but you know! You know it clearly! You know it clearly. But you don't take it to heart at all. You deceive her and put it aside, mocking her for her devotion to you. He Ai... what an inhumane wolf you are! For a wolf like you, you still dare to say such things to me, I... I..."

Anger rushed into her heart again, and she punched the opponent hard on the back, causing another scream.

"You...you just want to vent your personal anger..." Because he was already desperate, Edgar simply raised his head and glared at Agnes, "Don't talk like you have any justice! I didn't kill anyone, I wanted to kill someone. It's you! You colluded with my niece and then killed me when I couldn't resist. My hands were clean, but you are a despicable murderer! God will not forgive you, and my son will not forgive you. I'm taking revenge!"

"Whether you killed someone or not, it doesn't matter anymore." Agnes sneered. "I can't let God Almighty bring me back to the scene...but thank God there are other ways to seek justice."

Then, she picked up her umbrella from the side, suddenly drew her sword and swung it at Edgar.

The ropes tied to Edgar's body were cut open, but he himself was not injured. He stood up unsteadily.

Then, under Edgar's puzzled gaze, Agnes took out a prepared sword from the side and threw it to Edgar.

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Along with the sword was a crumpled handkerchief.

"I, Agnes de Nordlyen, find you a jackal very distasteful. I humiliate you, beat you, and then challenge you..." Agnes raised her sword and looked at her brother-in-law with awe. " Mr. Edgar de Treville, as If you still feel that you are qualified to live, if you still have the last bit of respect for your last name, then please pick up the sword like a man and fight with me to protect your life and the honor of your family. Duel!"

After a pause, she pointed to the desk next to her. "I have written a suicide note on it, stating that I am committing suicide. If you can beat me, then you can go, no one will make things difficult for you, and you will not have to live in fear. You can live the life you want! How about it? Come on!"

Although she did not add any guarantees, this promise sounded surprisingly convincing.

The middle-aged man slowly picked up his sword and stared at the other party blankly.

He knew how powerful Agnes's swordsmanship was at that time. But he was just a standard artist and didn't know how to do it. Besides, he was injured.

"What's the point of this?!" After a moment, he cursed in a low voice, "Damn it. You might as well just kill me!"

"This means a lot to me..." Agnes raised the sword with high morale and made a starting move with her footsteps. "Only one of us can walk out alive. Come on! I'm sorry... there's no referee, but don't worry, I won't attack in advance. Get ready. I'm counting down now, three!"

Agnes felt that everything in front of her had blurred, leaving only a shadow on the opposite side.

Sister, bless me...

"Two!"

Ten years of hard work. Ten years of waiting, justice... is just ahead...

"One!"

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Under the clear sky of Britain, Agnes stood beside a slightly raised mound of earth, looking at the sky thoughtfully.

Everything was over.

But her heart was still mixed.

In addition to joy, there was also bitterness and confusion, and even pain.

She asked herself, if she really knew from the beginning that this journey would be so difficult that it would take ten years of precious time, spend all the property left by her father, and even risk her life, would she still embark on this journey without hesitation as she did at that time?

She herself couldn't get the answer. Maybe she would be like her brother, burying her doubts and anger in her heart, and then living her life with peace of mind. When facing her inner heart, she could not come up with a righteous answer. Because a person's insistence on justice and principles in his heart is bounded after all, the only difference is that some people can insist on it further, and she doesn't know where her own boundaries are.

She couldn't figure out whether her sister would smile and praise her for doing the right thing, or habitually blame her for treating herself like this if she really knew in heaven. The most precious time and happiness were all used to fill the dark abyss created by a playboy.

But at least she knew that at this moment, she had done justice.

She also knew that with such a result, her most precious ten years of time were valuable after all.

"I'm sorry, we waited for so long." She murmured to herself while crying.

This apology was both a mourning for the pain her sister had suffered and a bitter complaint about her own hardships.

After wiping her eyes for the last time, she threw her handkerchief beside the pile of dirt, then turned around and left without looking back.

She would never set foot on this island again in her life.

However, she would always remember that in this island, she buried a grudge, buried an unfortunate incident that must be buried underground, and buried the last tear of her life.

"How do you feel?" The attendant standing far away slowly came up and looked at her with concern.

"Everyone says that revenge will make you feel very empty. Now it seems that it makes sense." The tear marks on Agnes's eyes did not disappear, and her eyes were less sharp and more confused about her future life.

However, in an instant, the corners of her mouth slid slightly, and then a heartfelt smile appeared on her fair face, "But it's also a happy thing to have this kind of emptiness! Hahahahaha!"

In this hearty laughter, the worries of the tall man were swept away, and he laughed himself. "You seem really happy. So what are your plans for the future?"

"No plans for now." Agnes answered very honestly.

Then, she looked up and took a deep breath, "But, do I need any plans? I can live the life I want! Let's set off for home today and try to return to the mainland as soon as possible. I don't want to stay here for a day... Then, I will watch a few days of theater. I haven't been in Paris for many years. I'm almost a barbarian! Then I will play all the fashionable things I haven't played yet!"

Agnes, who was relieved, seemed to have thrown away a layer of disguise, and suddenly turned back to the original lively and active girl, the girl who was full of curiosity and passion for all new things-after all, she also had her youth.

"Then, I will arrange it now, miss." The attendant bowed deeply, indicating that he would fulfill her wish without compromise.

Agnes didn't say anything else, she just kept moving forward, her steps were no longer steady, and she almost ran in small steps. She missed Paris so much, the colorful place where she once stayed, that she wished she could fly back into her arms right now.

She looked up at the blue sky, which was so blue, like a pure sapphire. It was hard to believe that Britain, which was always rainy, would have such a blue sky.

Then, she continued to run forward with a smile on her face, completely forgetting that the umbrella she brought with her was no longer with her.

Because of my efforts, the world has become a better place. She thought to herself.

You can rest in peace too. (~^~)