Flowers, Swords and France

In the thick mist, the waves of the English Channel were surging, and the dark clouds in the sky were also rolling, indicating that a heavy rain was coming.

On this unsettled sea, a sea ship was sailing from England to the mainland. The ship rode the wind and waves and cut across the sea, leaving a white trail.

The ship was very big, and when the sails were fully inflated, it cast a huge shadow on the gray-black sea. However, there were few people on the deck, and there were not a few people in sight, except for Ciel, who was standing quietly in front of the deck.

Charles looked at the endless sea in front of him and the outline of the continent, and listened to the endless sound of waves. Everything seemed to be hidden in the shadows, and the whole world shrank into a piece of water that was visible.

The sea breeze blew against his face, but perhaps because of the upcoming heavy rain, the air was a bit dull, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

The ship was unexpectedly quiet, and no one came to disturb his thoughts. This was not surprising, because the Treville family had chartered the ship, and apart from the crew, only them and Their entourage - not deliberately trying to show off, but mainly for the sake of time and safety.

They have sailed out of London, and if not unexpected, they will arrive at the Port of Calais in a few hours and return to France.

However, this is not the end of all problems. For him, this is the beginning of all problems. The road ahead of him is too long. Every step must be taken with hard work and courage, and then perseverance to the end.

He just looked at the sea quietly, even if he heard the gentle footsteps coming from the deck behind him, he remained unmoved.

However, the footsteps did not stop, but kept approaching, until finally, a pair of hands hugged his waist, and then his back sank slightly, and it was obvious that a face was buried in it.

There is only one person who dares to do this now...

"How is Charlotte doing now?" Charles retracted his thoughts.

"It's okay. I drank some wine now. I might go to bed soon." The person behind him replied nonchalantly.

Perhaps because of her pregnancy, Charlotte, who had never been seasick before, quickly vomited after getting on the boat this time. Charles was so shocked that he immediately ordered someone to take care of her, and finally managed to calm her down. It's just that my body is still very uncomfortable. Fortunately, the journey from England to France was not far away, otherwise he would not have known how to solve this problem.

"You should continue to look after her..."

"She doesn't lack people who can take care of her..." Fran didn't hide her dissatisfaction with Charlotte. "I'm afraid she will be even more uncomfortable if I am next to her. Why bother?"

Ciel couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He wanted to give a few words of advice, but it didn't feel like it made much sense. I had no choice but to give it up.

"Although I know that it is difficult for your relationship to become harmonious, at least she is your sister-in-law, and you should show the necessary respect. What's more, the two elderly people have entrusted her with the management of the family. Even if it’s just for yourself, you should respect her, right?”

"She didn't get this through you."

Behind Ciel's sight, Fran curled her lips in disdain and muttered softly.

Then, in order to take care of her brother's emotions, she agreed.

"Of course, I know. I will respect her as much as I want. As long as she doesn't mess with me, I won't tear her down."

Only God knows how sincere this promise is.

"That would be great." Charles raised his head slightly and looked at the cloudy sky.

In the sea breeze, the younger sister hugged her brother tightly from behind, with her golden hair flowing behind her, looking like a picture scroll.

"By the way, why did you ask Charlotte to come over and say you wanted to punish me, but you scared me to death!" After enjoying it for a long time. Fran asked a little annoyed. "Wouldn't it be better if you told me yourself?"

"This is my purpose. You have indeed gone too far!" When he mentioned this, Ciel's tone became more serious and he turned around to look over. Facing his sister head-on, "I just scared you, you should feel lucky!"

His eyes were a bit harsh, making Fran shrink back, but her hands still hugged him tightly.

"Yes, I know he is a complete bastard. He has no kindness to us, is not worthy of regret at all, and is not worthy of our respect..." Seeing his sister's flinching look, Charles' tone slowed down a little, But he was still very strict, "But that's not important, in the end The important thing is your disrespectful and self-righteous attitude! Look, what have you done? For your own wishes, you have to attack your father and force him to write some documents! If you dare to do this kind of thing, will you dare to draw a gun against Charlotte and me in the future?”

"Of course I can't do this." Fran blinked, trying not to let the other party see her sadness, "You obviously know why I did this..."

Seeing her like this, Charles couldn't help but soften his heart again. He found that no matter what, he could not harden his heart towards her.

When every parent sees their children get into trouble, no matter how big the trouble is, no matter how angry they are at first, they can't help but forgive them in the end. His feelings for Fran were almost filled with this kind of doting.

"Well, since this matter has been dealt with and you have been punished, let's just let it go. But you are not allowed to do this kind of thing again." He changed the subject. "Besides, you didn't do anything wrong. We really shouldn't have anything to do with that kind of person anymore. You met him in the UK, and you were right to ignore him."

"I guess you would say that too." Fran nodded.

"If he died at the hands of Agnes, I wouldn't feel any regret." Charles replied indifferently, "In my opinion, that's what he deserves. Well, let's not talk about him. I heard from Charlotte that you have agreed to the task I assigned?"

"Yes, sir, I am very happy to serve you! Participate in your career - this is what I have always asked you! Don't worry about me, I don't care how many crimes I commit for you." Fran hugged him tightly, expressing her feelings in this way, "I don't want any delays. I can start from the moment I set foot in France. Soon I will let Mary write a report to you about everything she needs. You just need to give me the necessary support according to the requirements listed above, and I can do the rest by myself!"

Since she got the task assigned by her brother, she has been eager to try. She really doesn't worry about how many crimes she commits. In order to get everything she wants, what crime is she afraid to commit? She only worries that she will waste such a good opportunity in vain due to her lack of experience, casting a shadow on her brother's trust in her.

"It's good that you have such enthusiasm." Charles understood what she was thinking, so he reached out and stroked her hair, "Don't be afraid, since I assigned you, I'm not afraid that you will make mistakes. After so many disasters, what else can I not forgive you for?"

Fran heard the sarcasm in her brother's tone, so she buried her head in his arms again. "I'm sorry..."

"What's the point of saying sorry now?" Charles shook his head, "If you really feel sorry, then do your own thing well, don't make me crazy every time."

The original text can be read in Liu # 9 @Shu/Bar!

Marie was right, her brother was soft-hearted. Fran thought.

No matter how angry Charles was at that time, as long as she behaved obediently again, he would eventually forgive her as time passed.

At least now, the brother and sister have put aside the opposition and estrangement. Isn't this the day she has been waiting for?

After a heart-pounding struggle, she finally got rid of her pure idol status and was regarded as an assistant and chess piece that her brother could use. Perhaps this was a kind of derogation to some extent, but in her opinion, this was a long-cherished wish.

"What's wrong with you?" Charles asked in a low voice because he felt that she was a little stiff.

"Nothing, sir, I'm just too happy!" Fran's tone was a little tearful, "I beg you, can you let me hold you like this for a while?"

"What a child." Charles couldn't help laughing.

However, he did not refuse her request.

The sea breeze was getting stronger and stronger, but the two of them were unaware and just hugged each other.

……………………

It was raining, and fine raindrops were beating on the pier of Calais Port. The sky and the earth were gray, as if covered by a curtain.

At the pier, a group of soldiers were divided into two rows, quietly watching the passenger ship moored on the pier.

As time passed, a group of people walked down from the ship, led by a couple, who were holding hands and dressed very exquisitely and luxuriously. The husband held an umbrella with his other hand and looked at his wife with concern.

The raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, hitting the uniforms of each soldier, but the two rows of people still stood upright as if they were not affected at all.

"Stand at attention!" As they passed by, at the officer's shout, all the soldiers stood at attention at the same time, then saluted with their guns, and Charles raised his hand and waved it gently as a reply, then walked into the carriage with his wife expressionlessly.

At the moment he and Charlotte sat down, the carriage was already ready to start driving immediately.

Compared with a few years ago, he already had an enviable pomp, and most people could only bow their heads and salute him wherever he passed.

In any case, it was really good to be a big shot.

But it was not enough, it was not enough, we had to keep moving forward...

He told himself silently. (~^~)