Flowers, Swords and France

In early summer, the temperature has become very warm, and plants everywhere are standing proudly to welcome the most energetic period of the year.

The garden at Chancellor Treville's house is also the time when hundreds of flowers are blooming. Because both Charles and Charlotte have taken care of it, this small garden has become quite large. Rare plants from all over the world are here. The flowers are blooming in the current good weather, creating a scene of blooming flowers.

However, no one came to appreciate this sea of ​​colorful flowers at this time. They could only drift lonely in the warm wind, quietly squandering their charm. People passing by just ran by in a hurry, and no one stopped here. Take a rest, enjoy the rare scenery, and be so nervous that you feel like you are facing a powerful enemy.

They were so nervous, of course, not because a real enemy was coming here, but because another member of the Treville family was about to come to this world—Lady Charlotte, who had been resting for several months in the morning. Suddenly she felt an unbearable pain in her abdomen. Having already experienced it, she and the maid beside her immediately called the doctor, and then the mansion fell into a tense atmosphere.

However, although they are nervous, people are not as uneasy as when their first child was born. Everyone knows that a woman who has given birth to a child once will have a much smoother time having another child. Even Charlotte herself I feel that the terrible and unbearable pain that I felt at the beginning has reduced a bit now.

Everyone was just busy with a sense of expectation, while secretly guessing what the owner would name the child.

The person who is qualified to name is currently waiting nervously outside Charlotte's bedroom door.

When Charlotte gave birth to his eldest son, he was not present in person because he was accompanying His Majesty the Emperor for his coronation. Although Charlotte did not express her anger at him, he could not help but feel a little guilty in his heart, so this time, when Charlotte When Te was about to give birth to his second child, of course he had to stay by his wife's side.

He was wearing casual clothes today, waiting at the door, sometimes pacing anxiously in the room, and then looking through the window at the garden in the distance, but this colorful beauty could not calm him down.

Although his wife had given birth, he was still a little worried about Charlotte's safety, so he kept warning the medical staff coming in and out to be careful.

At the same time, as a young father, to be honest, having a child has already given him a headache. He has never been able to get along well with his son because of his busy schedule. If there is another child, he feels that he will be unable to share his energy and be a good person. Father.

However, now that things have reached this point, he can only accept it as reality.

The Marquis of Treville next to him did not have such complicated thoughts as Charles. He was quickly called over by Charles in the morning. Since his arrival, he has been sitting calmly in his seat, as if he is not worried at all. , filled with only expectation and joy.

He has always been saddened by the small number of people in his family and was afraid that his descendants would be cut off due to some accident. Therefore, after Charles got married, his biggest expectation was that his grandson and granddaughter-in-law would try their best to add branches and leaves to this poor family line, so that he would never see him again. No need to face the fear of being thin. As a dying old man, what could be happier than seeing his descendants prosper?

At this time, the bedroom was already busy. Charlotte was trembling slightly, enduring severe pain, and moaning uncontrollably.

She had already had some experience, so she could roughly judge the situation, and she was mentally prepared for the severe pain, but this pain still penetrated her bones, reminding her of the terrible afternoon when she gave birth to her eldest son.

"Uh... uh..." She moaned and cursed her husband in a low voice. At the same time, she vowed like the first time that she would never suffer like this again - even though she knew in her heart that she would still continue to be with her husband in the future. To preserve their bloodline.

Just when she was cursing her husband from his fourteen-year-old misdeeds to his twenty-year-old misdeeds, she felt the pain in her abdomen reach its peak. She closed her eyes and bit her lips tightly, enduring the last wave of pain.

It seemed like a century had passed. The pain had numbed her nerves, leaving her feeling exhausted and in a world of nothingness.

It wasn't until a high-pitched cry dragged her back to the real world.

The numb nerves regained consciousness, and time seemed to flow normally again.

"You little bastard, you've ruined your mother's life..." She wriggled her lips and cursed at an inaudible volume, but her heart was filled with joy and relief.

"Congratulations, madam! It went very well!" At this time, others also congratulated the mother.

Charlotte felt exhausted all over, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she was extremely sleepy.

It's time to take a good rest, let's sleep for a while, she thought to herself.

This time she didn't care if he was a boy or a girl, as long as he was healthy and strong.

"Oh God!" She heard a strange sigh in her daze. At this time, she couldn't care about it anymore, closed her eyes and fell into sleep.

……………………

After hearing the baby's cry, Charles stopped immediately, and then looked at the door expectantly. Even the weather-beaten old Marquis had stopped at this time.

The door opened, and Charles found that the expressions of these doctors and nurses were a little strange.

Then, he found a female midwife holding a baby.

"What's wrong? Is it not going well?" Charles shuddered, fearing that something might happen to the child or Charlotte.

"The delivery went very smoothly, sir." The doctor's expression was very strange, as if he was about to say something but stopped. "Madam gave birth to a healthy child, and Madam herself is in good condition and is resting now."

"Very good, thank you!" Charles was relieved, "I will reward you!"

But at this time he was shocked to find that these people did not seem happy, as if there was something unspeakable.

"What's wrong?" he asked again.

"Sir...you...you should take a look." The female midwife holding the baby carefully handed the baby over.

Charles took the child in confusion.

The newborn baby was still a wrinkled ball, looking like some strange creature that could be picked up with one hand, but Charles still took it with both hands solemnly.

This is a son. Charles saw the clear evidence at first glance, but he was not entangled with it.

What really surprised him was... the baby had sparse black hair on his head.

At this time, the baby seemed to wake up, and then Charles' expression froze. He stared at the baby in his hand blankly. Because his attention was completely drawn away, his hand suddenly loosened and almost let the baby fall down.

The baby's pupils were purple.

The father and son looked at each other, and time seemed to have stopped.

Unlike ordinary newborns, this child did not cry, as if he had learned to be quiet and calm at birth.

Purple pupils, black hair? What's going on?

A kind of blazing flame rose in Charles' heart, and then he found that the baby in his hand had become hot.

"Be careful, don't drop the child!" Seeing that his grandson's movements were a little strange, the old marquis was a little scared, and hurriedly walked over while scolding.

However, when he saw the baby's face, his steps stopped. The two looked at the baby and seemed to lose the ability to speak for a while.

Charles finally understood why the medical staff looked so strange just now.

His hands began to tremble slightly.

What does this mean? What happened to Charlotte? Why did the child become like this?

The old marquis looked at the baby, and he was more touched than Charles. His breathing became rapid and his eyes widened.

In Western European culture, there has always been a legend that children with purple eyes are destined to be cursed and will bring misfortune to people, but it is not a matter of culture or legend that makes the old man so angry.

His anger comes from a more terrible assumption.

Full of expectations, suddenly turned into depression and anger, and the old man's anger almost overwhelmed his reason.

"Damn it! What's going on!?" He cursed loudly, and then turned to look at the medical staff.

They had been trembling with fear for a long time, and seeing the old marshal so angry at this time, they were even more frightened, and no one dared to speak for a while.

The old man's curse made Charles sober.

He calmed down, then looked at the baby again, and found that although the hair and pupils were a little strange, there seemed to be some of his appearance in the outline - but who could tell the outline of the baby clearly?

No, no matter what, Charlotte is trustworthy.

He frowned, and then forced himself to calm down.

"You guys take a rest first," he said to the group of people in a gentle tone, "It's getting late today, you guys take a rest here for a while, I will give you all the rewards tomorrow."

The group of people nodded hurriedly, not daring to breathe, and left quickly under the guidance of the servants.

After the group of people left, the old man's anger was slightly controlled, and his breathing slowly became smooth. He looked at the baby, and looked at Charles from time to time, as if waiting for his grandson to speak.

However, Charles said nothing, he just looked at the baby quietly, thinking about something.

However, although he was quiet on the surface, he had already thought about countless thoughts in his heart, including anger, anxiety, and doubts. However, in the end, trust and reason extinguished these thoughts.

In any case, he had absolute trust in Charlotte. Maybe she would be angry at his absurdity, maybe she would blame herself, or even break up with herself, but he didn't believe that Charlotte would do that.

Yes, Charlotte would never do that.

This is my son.

He looked at the child with a strange face, and then said to himself firmly.

"Charles, this situation is not quite right..." After a long silence, the Marquis of Treville finally couldn't help it, "Why don't we go and ask Charlotte what's going on?"

"Ask what?" Charles asked back.

"Do you still want to ask what? Isn't this obvious!" The old man laughed in anger, and then walked to his seat angrily, "Ask this child what's going on!"

"What's going on? This is the child of Charlotte and me, and also your great-grandson. He landed safely, which is our luck." Charles answered calmly.

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“Damn it!” the old man cursed again, and then paced back and forth.

After walking a few steps, he looked at Ciel again, "Ciel, it's time!"

Charles didn't answer.

"No ordinary person would dare to say such a thing. If I were not your grandfather, I would not say it at all. After all, everyone is afraid of offending people like you..." The old man frowned, obviously in a very bad mood. Like, "But as a grandfather, I can't pretend that nothing happened, there are some things I have to say!"

"Please tell me." Charles replied in a muffled voice.

"If I didn't tell you, wouldn't you have guessed it? You just turned a blind eye!" The old man sighed, "Charles, have you seen the portraits of our ancestors, right? Although they must have been beautified, the general thing can be seen Arrived - even if you don't remember our ancestors, at least you have met my brother and me, my father, and you Your own! We all have golden hair, even Charlotte! Let’s not talk about others, look at Clovis, look at his hair and eyes, they are not the same as those of our ancestors and yourself. ! Then tell me, isn't it strange to give birth to a child with purple eyes... Are they like the children of two parents? "

"To say it's strange, this is indeed a bit strange." After a moment of silence, Charles nodded heavily.

But Charlotte would never do such a thing, he was convinced of this.

So there is only one conclusion.

"But he is definitely our child. Eyes and hair color are just small things."

"What a trivial matter!" The old man couldn't bear it anymore and shouted to his grandson, "This is a big matter about me and your own bloodline!"

"No one can control the problem of genetic variation. Do we have to blame Charlotte and this child for this? No, no." Charles shook his head, and then put the child to his chest, "I can Feel his blood flowing."

"What the hell is a genetic mutation? Everyone's blood flows, but not everyone is your son." In this era, the old man certainly didn't know this scientific term, and in his anger, he rarely ridiculed his grandson. , and then started pacing anxiously. He wanted to go to the bedroom inside, but because his grandson didn't move, he had no choice. In the end, he could only sit back down with an angry face.

"No matter what you think, I'm going to check it out!" Finally, he said coldly. The old man had a sullen face, his brows were furrowed, and coupled with the fine wrinkles, his expression was simply terrifying, "If Charlotte really did that kind of thing and deceived us, then she would have done a big fool." , a stupid thing that I can never forgive. If it is true, then she will definitely have to pay for it.”

From the perspective of the Marquis of Treville, a remnant from the old dynasty, as a high-ranking nobleman, it would not be a big deal if Charlotte had a lover outside. Anyway, he had been used to this kind of thing since he was a child in Versailles, but To give birth to a child and openly regard him as a bloodline of the Treville family would be truly heinous.

Especially since this is still a boy and has the right to inherit his family business, this is even more serious.

"There is no need for any investigation. What is there to investigate about this kind of thing? I can't hurt Charlotte's heart anymore." Charles stopped Grandpa, "She will be under a lot of pressure to give birth to such a child, and she will definitely be very nervous. Uneasy, we can’t do this. What she relies on most is our relatives, but if we relatives don’t believe her, how desperate will it be?”

"You... do you really want to make yourself a joke?" The old man couldn't laugh or cry when he heard his grandson's words. He didn't know what to say. "Don't people get suspicious? Didn't you see those things just now? People? This matter will be spread out in a few days! Listen, it's still too late to silence them all, and then pretend that the child was never born, or just find a girl from outside. Replace him..."

"What other people think has nothing to do with me!" Charles asked, "Whoever likes jokes, just laugh! In short, I don't need any investigation!"

"You...you are simply..." The old Marquis was helpless by his grandson's firm attitude. In the end, he could only sigh and said, "Charles, don't be willful!"

"I am not willful! What do you understand about her? I have been with her for twenty years, twenty years! Can't I be more assertive than you!" Charles yelled at his grandfather.

Then he realized that he had lost his composure, so he stopped talking.

After a moment, he shook his head and his expression became very firm, "This is a matter between my wife and I. Please don't interfere, and don't do anything that is not good for Charlotte and this child, otherwise... otherwise I will I will never forgive you!"

"Crazy... damn..." The old man cursed a few times in a low voice, obviously confused about his grandson's thoughts.

But the grandson was so determined that he didn't know what to do. In the end, he could only sigh and choose to leave.

Charlotte, who was still resting at this time, would of course not know what was going on outside. Because she had exhausted so much strength before, she fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until the evening.

"Ciel...?"

And when she opened her eyes drowsily, she found her husband standing beside the bed.

"Are you awake? Lolot..." Charles laughed, then called her by her nickname affectionately, and then stroked her cheek, "Thank you for your hard work... I'm really grateful to you."

"It's okay... Isn't this what should happen?" Charlotte replied with a smile, her face filled with happiness. "Where's the child?"

Charles hesitated for a moment, then took a cradle next to him.

"It's a very healthy son." He said in a low voice.

"Really? We have another son? How annoying, I actually want a daughter more..." Charlotte shook her head, seeming a little disappointed, "But it doesn't matter, we will always have a daughter."

As she spoke, she struggled to turn sideways from the bed, and then looked at the child in the cradle.

At this time, the child who didn't cry also happened to look at her, and the mother and son looked at each other, just like the father and son looked at each other a few hours ago.

Charlotte's expression also froze, and the original happy smile was instantly frozen.

"Oh my God!" After a moment, she sighed in disbelief.

In an instant, she finally understood why she heard the same sigh from others before she fell asleep.

How could I give birth to such a strange child? She asked herself.

After the doubt, there was a sudden fear, a fear that made her tremble all over.

Oh my God, what if Grandpa and Charles thought about that? How should I explain to them?

She had just given birth and was already very weak. Now she became even paler, and there was no blood on her face.

Because she found that she was almost powerless to refute, even though she knew in her heart that she was extremely innocent, even though she knew that she had never done anything to let her husband and family down, in front of this living evidence, she didn't know how to refute, nor how to make them believe herself.

God... Save me! What should I do? She was so flustered that she almost cried.

Just becoming a mother for the second time, she sighed at her luck and looked forward to the future and the life of her children, but just a few hours later, such a huge and terrible blow came one after another, making it difficult for her, who was originally very strong, to bear such a blow.

She looked at Charles in panic, her body trembling constantly, her hands stretched out randomly, trying to grab Charles, get warmth from her husband, and confess her innocence to her husband.

"Don't be afraid, Charlotte." Charles saw his wife's panic, and he held Charlotte's right hand tightly. "You need to rest now, don't move."

Then he lowered his head and pressed it against her chest to give her confidence. "We have always been together, haven't we? Don't be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Charles, this... this is our child." Charlotte's tears flowed down, "Charles, this is our child!"

She couldn't organize any words in a hurry, but such a whine seemed more sincere.

"Yes, this is our son. I have already named him." Charles still leaned against her chest, then smiled and stroked his wife's messy golden hair, "Let's call him Lelouch. What do you think of this name?"

Charlotte's tears had burst out, soaking the sheets like raindrops. In just a few dozen seconds, she walked to heaven in despair. This high mental tension and the sense of relief brought by the relief made her almost unable to control herself.

She stretched out her hands, wrapped around Charles' neck, and hugged her husband tightly with all her strength, as if she wanted to keep him by her side, "What a good name!"