Flowers, Swords and France

"Charles, don't do this!" Seeing her husband clamoring to take compulsory measures against his former accomplices, Charlotte hurriedly stopped him in panic, "Don't mess around!"

"Mess around?" Charles asked back. "What mess around?"

"Of course! Even if we are no longer in contact now, they were my friends at the time. How can I draw my sword against them all of a sudden?!" Charlotte rolled her eyes at him unhappily, "No matter what, we must have a good talk, and we can't just fight over a disagreement."

"Talk? What if we can't reach an agreement?" Charles laughed slightly mockingly, "Since they are already anxious, they may not change their minds because of a few words from you. If they can't reach an agreement, do you plan to ask your father to pay them back? Well, if you really want to do this, I don't object..."

"They will agree." Charlotte frowned and whispered to herself, "I will make them agree."

This seemingly plain tone seemed to contain something.

"Anyway, you don't need to get involved in this matter, just let me handle it alone." After a pause, Charlotte spoke again, "I'm just informing you today, you just need to know about this matter, even if dad comes to you for help in the future, you are not allowed to help him with this matter!"

Charles didn't expect his wife to tell him this matter for this purpose, and couldn't help but be stunned.

He was going to say something else, but seeing her firm attitude, he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, since you think so, I'll listen to you." Charles shrugged. "I really hope you don't make any trouble."

"I won't." Charlotte's tone softened, "At this point, is there anyone in the world who is more closely related to you than me?"

Charles opened his mouth suddenly confessing.

"Yes, me too." After a moment, he smiled and held Charlotte's hand again. "I hope everything goes well for you."

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In the evening, the carriage arrived at the Treville family's manor in the suburbs. Then it kept going straight to the family cemetery.

Although it is called a family cemetery, there are not many tombs and the history is not very long.

His great-grandfather, the first-generation Duke of Treville, had been beheaded. Because the two duke brothers had fled abroad at that time, they were unable to collect their remains, and the Treville family's earlier family cemetery had long been destroyed in the storm of the Great Revolution along with the manor. Now it is just rebuilt. The remains of the ancestors have long disappeared.

When it comes to this matter, Charlotte naturally gnashed her teeth at the cruelty of the mob, but Charles didn't feel anything.

This cemetery is deep in the manor, passing through the lush green woods, and the carriage stopped.

The members of the Treville family walked down one by one, and then they surrounded the carriage that transported the duke's coffin at the same time.

The carriage was very tall, and the carriage was painted black. It looked very solemn and gave people a very uncomfortable feeling of depression.

After the servant opened the door, Charles looked at his grandfather hesitantly.

"Grandpa. You'd better forget it and let others carry it..."

His grandfather did not answer him, but walked to the coffin and stretched out his hand. Seeing this, Charles had to follow others to lift the coffin and then carried it to the middle of the graves.

The old marquis's steps were a little disordered. He looked old and his sadness was beyond words, but he insisted on lifting his brother's coffin and leading the way. The new Duke of Treville stood on the other side. Two people led the coffin, while Charles, Philippe and Eugene, followed behind with several other people to carry the coffin and sent the Duke on his last journey.

The road was not long. It didn't take them much time to carry the coffin to the edge of the tomb that had been prepared long ago.

Then they gathered around the grave and carefully put the coffin in little by little.

When the coffin landed, it made a thrilling creaking sound. This was probably the last echo a person could leave in the world...

There were flowers that had been prepared long ago, and everyone threw them in. Then the servants began to fill the grave with soil.

The soil filled the grave little by little, slowly submerging the coffin. The old marquis and Charlotte couldn't help crying again beside the grave, and the duke's sons and grandsons also looked sad, obviously feeling very uncomfortable.

Although Charles was calm on the surface, he was also full of emotion in his heart. A heavy page of history of the Treville family was turned over.

From now on, no one can give him so many lessons, and the helmsman of this family has fallen into the hands of his generation.

Can I really live up to his expectations and lead this family to a new glory? He asked himself secretly.

Looking at the family in front of him, he found that he could not give a negative answer at all.

He must be able to, because he did not have the choice of "no".

"May you bless us in heaven." He looked up and said secretly.

Because he was really depressed, he subconsciously turned his eyes away and unconsciously scanned the graves.

These tombs are very well protected, and it is obvious that the servants here have been taking good care of them. However, because members of the Treville family do not come often, these tombs appear deserted and very old.

There is only one tomb, with a few flowers placed in an inconspicuous place next to the tombstone, and it looks quite new. It seems that it has only been remembered recently...

etc.

etc!

His eyes suddenly opened wide.

According to the remaining impressions from his childhood, it wasn't...

He carefully moved over there, looked carefully, and then saw the tombstone.

It is indeed my mother’s grave.

Who is it? Who has worshiped her recently?

Is it Agnes?

But that's not right. Isn't his aunt Agnes hunting for his father in England now?

Moreover...Didn't Agnes say that she had dug up the place and taken away her mother's remains? Even the ashes were obtained through negotiation from his uncle and had been stored elsewhere. Why did she need to come here again?

But...will anyone else come to worship her?

what is going on?

His whole body was broken into a cold sweat out of surprise.

He is a very strong person who hates things beyond his control, and the past about his mother is a shadow that he does not want to touch and does not want to be known. So how could he calm down in such a situation?

What's going on...Did something unexpected happen?

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With uneasiness in his heart, he looked around again, but this time his mood had changed from melancholy to panic.

Could it be that I just scared myself? Is this just a false alarm caused by a misunderstanding?

Although he wanted to comfort himself in his heart, he couldn't calm down.

At this moment, at the edge of the woods, where he could see the corner of his eye, there was a slight flash of white light.

He looked around subconsciously.

very good. Everyone was at the Duke's tomb, and no one paid any attention to him.

When he reached the edge of the woods, his sudden doubts were finally solved.

Agnes, who was wearing a gray skirt, was looking at him calmly, looking gentle and indifferent. The umbrella was also held in her hand and was being shaken unconsciously by her hand.

When he found out that Agnes was here, Charles didn't know whether he should be happy or scared, he just stared at her blankly.

"What? We haven't seen each other for so long and you have forgotten me again?" Agnes couldn't help laughing.

"No...I didn't forget you...it's just. It's just too unexpected!" Charles finally calmed down, "You...why are you here?"

"I have been here today. I just hid when I saw you coming. However, I just saw you so scared. Wouldn't it be too much for me to hide again? So I called you over. "Agnes smiled slightly, then raised her hand and tapped his abdomen with the tip of the umbrella, but she didn't see any aggression. "What? Looking at your behavior, the Duke of your family has passed away?"

"Yes, that's it. He passed away a few days ago. Did you just return to France not long ago?" Charles nodded, and then subconsciously looked at his grandfather. "You...what are you doing here?"

My mother passed away unexpectedly at that time, although my grandfather was not involved. But he also shielded his son afterwards, will he also be regarded as an enemy by Agnes?

"Don't worry, I don't want to harm anyone today, and I'm not interested in beating up another bad old man." As if she saw what he was thinking, Agnes curled her lips. "I came today just to see my sister. I just told her that I had finished the work for her..."

"But...but mom isn't here?" Charles asked subconsciously.

"Of course I know she's not here anymore, but do I know where she is now?!" When she mentioned this, Agnes seemed a little angry and hit him in the ribs with the tip of her umbrella, stabbing him straight. Painful, "You took away my sister's remains and didn't tell me where they were. Where else could I come if I didn't come here? Who would have thought that you would be here today to bury someone."

"Sorry." Charles' chest felt a little tight, but he finally apologized to her in a hissed voice.

"There is nothing to apologize for. She is your mother. You naturally have more power than me to own her. I just hope you can bury her properly." Agnes didn't look very angry, she just turned around. He looked at the tombstone and said, "I don't need to hold her hand anymore. It's time for us to separate..."

From what she said, Ciel finally understood a somewhat cruel fact.

"So...so you have achieved what you wanted, to kill...Edgar?"

"Yes, I killed him. I killed him without any hesitation. I used the trick I taught you back then. I pressed the sword down diagonally, and then suddenly it went up and stabbed into his throat, making him wail a few times. It took him only a few minutes to die - it felt like the most exquisite blow in my life." Agnes nodded very simply, and then looked at him challengingly, "What? If you want to avenge your father, just do it. , I am happy to accompany you..."

"No, I didn't mean that." Charles shook his head.

In fact, he was somewhat relieved, because a piece of dark history was finally sealed with Agnes's sword.

Then, he was a little curious. "How do you feel after you have taken revenge?"

"Somewhat empty, but more joyful." Agnes giggled, "So happy!"

You are happy, Grandpa... I don't know how sad Grandpa must be now...

He just lost his brother and was still immersed in pain. Can he really bear such a blow? Although he usually cursed his father when he mentioned him, he could not hide his doting and attachment. He was barely holding on now. If he rashly learned the news now, he might really cause trouble.

"Sorry, Agnes, can you agree to a request of mine?" Charles lowered his head.

"Request?"

"Can you...can you stay hidden for the time being? Don't show up? Otherwise my grandfather will know..." He looked at her pleadingly, "My grandfather...my grandfather has suffered a lot, please at least give him a little...a little space to recover..."

"Does it matter to me whether he lives or dies?" Agnes asked back. (~^~)