Flowers, Swords and France

"Bang!"

This huge sound made Matilda seem to faint for an instant.

She watched with her own eyes as Charles walked step by step towards Charlotte, who was clearly about to lose his mind, as if he didn't know whether to live or die. However, Charlotte did not choose to stop under pressure, and finally pulled the trigger!

"Ah!" Matilda screamed uncontrollably when she saw Charlotte fired.

Her heart was filled with fear and regret in an instant. She never thought that such a pleasant night would encounter such a terrible change.

She had no time to worry about whether Charlotte would do something to her next, so she ran towards Ciel regardless.

At this moment, she could only pray to God crazily in her heart, praying that the most terrible thing would not happen.

As if God answered her prayer, when she rushed to Charles' side, the lover she cared about was still standing there and did not fall to the ground.

But it would be wrong to say it was intact. Matilda found that the clothes on Charles' shoulders were torn and bleeding, but she didn't know whether he had been shot or just scratched.

The sense of peace of mind for the rest of her life after the disaster made her feel exhausted, and she felt a little weak all over her body. No matter what Charlotte thought, she hugged her lover, unaware that her tears were also flowing down, " Ciel... Ciel, are you okay?"

Ciel's blood flowed onto her body, which only added to the terror in her heart.

At this time, Charles was still standing there looking at Charlotte, without answering Matilda's question.

Yes, he is not dead.

Although I felt a burning pain in my shoulders. But his consciousness is still very clear.

After firing this shot, Charlotte made no other moves. He just stood there blankly looking at Ciel, as if he was hoping that his robbery would not cause the most terrible consequences.

"Charlotte. I'm fine, don't be afraid." He endured the pain of the wound and tried to keep his tone calm so as not to break Charlotte's spirit. "Okay, let's go home. It's fine. Thank you... "

It seemed weird to say thank you after being shot by someone else, but now he really meant it.

When Charlotte fired, Charles was only a few steps away from her—so close. It's so easy to hit yourself, you don't even need to deliberately aim.

Perhaps it was because of the relationship she had been with for many years that she was still reluctant to kill herself, so she deflected the gun at the last moment.

Although Charlotte's actual shooting exceeded his expectations, overall he did win the bet. However, he didn't feel any thankfulness for this, but instead felt a little more guilty.

Is there anyone in the world who treats me better? He asked himself, but he couldn't come up with an answer.

However, now is not the time to think about such things. How to deal with the aftermath is the most important thing.

Even if it was late at night, someone would definitely run over after hearing the gunfire, and it would become big news that would shock the whole city tomorrow, but he himself was not afraid. But this would be an unbearable blow to Matilda and Charlotte, so he had to avoid it at all costs.

As he said this, he let go of Matilda's hand. Then he continued walking towards Charlotte.

Charlotte had been looking at Ciel's wounds at this time, and the gun in her hand had been thrown to the ground after firing. Tears were still flowing from his eyes.

She sobbed, her lips trembling slightly. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

"I'm sorry, Charlotte, I'm really sorry..."

Charles finally walked up to Charlotte, and then gently hugged her shoulders, "Don't be afraid, I'm really fine... Let's go home together, Lolotte..."

However, his hope was in vain. The name Lolotte did not arouse Charlotte's feelings as usual. She still stood blankly, as if she had lost her mind.

"Lolot, please, don't do this..." Because he was worried, Charles quickly leaned into her ear, "Let's go back first and take care of everything. We will get married in a while!"

However, as if the word "marriage" touched something, Charlotte woke up suddenly. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, and then she grabbed Ciel's shoulders with both hands and pushed hard.

"Ugh!" Because the wound on his shoulder suffered a heavy blow, Ciel couldn't help but let out a dull groan of pain. His hands were numb from the pain, and Charlotte broke away easily.

"We have no engagement! No more!" Charlotte glared at Charles and shouted, "Now you no longer have to worry about how to continue to deceive me! You can go to whoever you want, I will let you go!" "

"Don't do this, Charlotte!" Charles was anxious and shouted out while covering his wound. "Listen carefully to me!"

However, Charlotte turned a deaf ear and ran towards the back.

Ciel wanted to chase, but felt a huge weight under his feet. In the end, he stopped taking steps and could only watch Charlotte running further and further away.

Is this the end? Did she just leave me?

No, absolutely not.

At this time, a flame suddenly rose in his heart.

"Do you think you can run away?" He shouted at the back with all his strength, regardless of whether she could hear him or not, "No! I will never let you run away! Whether you want it or not, we will get married, and then I will give you everything I can get as I promised! You wait for me!"

As Charles roared, Charlotte ran farther and farther, and finally disappeared in the dark shadows.

Charles stared at the place where Charlotte disappeared, speechless for a long time.

"Sir... are you okay?" It was not until a moment later that Matilda's hesitant voice woke him up again.

Charles turned his head to look at Matilda and found that she looked a little embarrassed at this time - there were still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes, and blood on her body.

I am afraid that I look even more embarrassed now... He smiled bitterly.

"Why didn't you run when I told you to run just now? Don't you know how dangerous you are?" After calming down a little. He asked Matilda with some dissatisfaction.

"It was all because of me... How could I... How could I leave you and run away alone?" Matilda whispered, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

This sorry. It was as if she was saying it to Charles and Charlotte.

Seeing Matilda apologizing like this. Charles slowly softened his heart. When he was almost shot just now, wasn't it her who ran to his side regardless of the danger? This is a loyalty that is hard to repay...

"No, you shouldn't apologize to me, I should apologize." He sighed.

He owed a lot to Charlotte and Matilda. In order to pursue a moment of pleasure, he took on heavy obligations and shackles. He couldn't figure out whether it was a gain or a loss.

But even so, he never regretted it.

The two were silent in the cold wind, feeling extremely heavy in their hearts.

"Okay. It's getting late. Let's stop talking here and go back early." After a while, Charles sighed again, "Since everything has happened, there is no point in bothering us." "Sir...you..." At this time, Matilda suddenly looked up at Charles, "Ms. Treville seemed very angry just now. I'm afraid your marriage with her..." "No matter what, I will let everything go on as usual." Charles answered decisively, "This will never change." "Okay, that's fine." Matilda nodded. Although she had expected this result, Matilda still felt a little bitter in her heart. However, she quickly put aside this bitterness and regained her usual rationality and calmness. "In this case, you have been hard-working recently. I wish you all the best. We should try to meet as little as possible recently to avoid further deterioration of the situation." "Thank you. I understand." Charles nodded. "Don't worry about me, I will find a way to deal with it myself." Then. He carefully warned again, "Matilda, I think you should know how important today's event is? For me, and even for yourself, please keep it a secret and don't let anyone know what happened tonight..."

"Of course I know this, Charles, don't worry, I won't say a word."

Just as the two were still discussing the aftermath, there was a sudden noise not far away.

Miss de Perriette ran over with a group of servants holding guns.

It can be seen that they were hastily assembled, and many of them still had unconcealed fatigue on their faces-but they still looked well-trained and ferocious.

"Mr. Treville!" Miss Perriette was very surprised when she saw that it was Charles, "Why is it you? What happened just now? We seem to have heard gunshots?"

The blue-stocking lady who usually put on a hospitable and attentive face had completely abandoned her gentle and elegant appearance at this moment. Her expression was very serious, and her eyes were very cold and sinister. Not only did she run over with a group of fully armed people, but she also held a pistol in her hand.

"Oh, nothing." Charles waved his hand, "We just ran into a little trouble on the way back..."

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"A little trouble?" When she walked up to Charles and found the wound on his shoulder, she was even more surprised. "Did someone come towards you just now? Was it someone who wanted to assassinate you?"

"I don't know if it was a bandit or something else, anyway, we just got here and someone ran towards us." In order to keep the secret, Charles deliberately did not dispel her political speculation. "After shooting me, he ran away."

"Really?" Miss Perriette frowned and looked around.

It was so late at night, she couldn't ask people to search everywhere.

"Then, I'll send a few people to take you back to the city." After thinking about it, she gave a suggestion, "to avoid any more accidents."

"Okay, thank you." Charles did not refuse her kindness.

So, under Miss Perriette's order. A carriage belonging to her was pulled over to escort Charles and Matilda away.

"Mr. Treville!" Just as Charles got on the carriage and was about to leave, Miss Perriette suddenly stopped Charles.

"What's wrong?"

"Please remember that you are an important person now. This not only means that you are powerful, but also means that you have many enemies inside and outside..." Miss Perriette spoke softly, but you could always hear some kind of reprimand, "So, you should be more aware of your own safety... I am not against you having fun, but you should also know how to protect yourself while having fun, understand? If you really die here today, I will be in big trouble."

The embarrassment caused by the blame made Charles' face slightly hot. He could only nod.

"Okay, I understand, miss, thank you for your reminder."

"Goodbye."

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In the cold winter wind, Ezreal-Walter leaned against a carriage, twitching restlessly.

What made him feel uncomfortable was not the winter cold, but the uncontrollable worry.

He was not worried about that man - although that man was his brother in terms of blood, he had lost all respect and admiration in Ezreal's heart because of what he had done.

He was worried about Charlotte.

After learning that Charlotte would bring his lover to participate in this kind of party. He told Charlotte the news, and then brought her here at her request.

As expected, they really saw how despicable and shameless that man was in private.

The two waited outside for a long time. Until the party began to end, Charlotte suddenly asked to meet that man.

Although he was a little worried about her lost soul, Charlotte was very persistent. So Ezreal had to agree.

How would that man treat Charlotte? During the long wait, he couldn't help but worry.

That man was a bastard like his father. He could do anything.

Just when he was still worried, a gunshot suddenly came from a distance.

Because he didn't know that Charlotte was carrying a gun. So he was stunned, and then he came to his senses and immediately ran towards the place where the gunshots were heard.

After running a short distance, he found Charlotte running towards him.

"Miss, are you okay?" He hurried to Charlotte's side and asked in a low voice.

Charlotte's face was still covered with tears, and she was panting violently because of the intense exercise and excitement.

"Send me back, sir," she said in a crying voice, "everything has been resolved."

"Okay." He responded repeatedly, and then helped Charlotte back to the carriage.

As they walked, Charlotte cried, and the cry was so heartbreaking that it was uncomfortable to hear. Ezreal tried to keep himself silent to avoid hurting the other party more, but his heart was full of anger.

Charles de Treville, you are really an unforgivable monster!

The two returned to the carriage in silence.

"Are you okay?" Ezreal whispered at this time, "What happened to the gunshot just now? That person did you..."

"No, I fired the gun." Charlotte whispered.

Ezreal was shocked and opened his eyes wide. "So... So did he..."

"No, he's not dead... He's not dead! I'm too weak, and I couldn't do it in the end. It's really... damn it..." Charlotte lowered her head and muttered to herself, "Let's go... I don't want to see that bastard again."

Ezreal wanted to ask more, but in the end he thought about it and didn't ask.

Forget it, it's better this way.

It's better to leave here early. The gunshot just now must have alarmed many people.

When he thought of this, he gave up asking questions and walked to the driver's position to urge the carriage.

And when he left the carriage, he heard Charlotte's suppressed sobbing again behind him.

The crying was so lonely and helpless that it made him feel uncomfortable.

He moved his mouth, wanting to tell her that she was not the only one being oppressed by that evil bastard, and that his sister was also living in great suffering and in urgent need of help.

However, when the words came to his lips, he remembered what Fran had said, and finally decided to bury them in his heart.

At least I can help them, he thought. (To be continued...)