Chapter 64 Assurance And Offer



Ciela held onto Napoleon's arm tightly as they strolled towards the exit, a sense of admiration in her voice.

"Congratulations on yet another astounding achievement. Truly, you surpass the Napoleon I studied in my world's history."

Napoleon chuckled modestly, shaking his head. "I wouldn't go as far as to claim that. The Napoleon you idolize accomplished remarkable feats that inspired awe. We may differ in our own unique ways."

A mischievous smile played on Ciela's lips. "Well, that's true. Considering I'm granting you a glimpse into the future, I'd say you have the advantage." She couldn't help but giggle. "But tell me, do you think the National Convention would be open to our unexpected visit?"

Napoleon's eyes gleamed with confidence. "If we present them with a promising new weapon, they would undoubtedly welcome us with open arms. France is currently facing the combined forces of European monarchies — Spain to the South, Britain to the North, Austria to the East, and Naples in...well, it wouldn't matter anymore once France started adopting this rifle..."

As he was saying that, a concerned expression etched Ciela's face.

"What's the matter?" Napoleon asked.

"I think introducing this weapon early on in this era would radically change the course of history. Things are unfolding the same as of now but in the future, it might not be...Though not that I'm worried, I'm sure with those weapons, the French would dominate any nation it faces. It's just that..." Ciela trailed off, finding the right words to continue. "I'm worried that you might not be the Napoleon I want you to become..."

"What do you want me to become?" Napoleon stopped and turned his face towards her.

"I want you to become the Emperor of France! I know I'm sounding a bit idealistic, but the Napoleon I've studied in history books was more than just a brilliant military strategist. He was a visionary leader who brought stability, implemented reforms, and left a lasting legacy. Sure he made some mistakes but in this world, I can guide, support you, and help you avoid those pitfalls," Ciela explained. "I knew it from when we first met, that you are as ambitious as him."

Based on her words alone, Napoleon could tell that Ciela has an obsession with the real Napoleon Bonaparte. But he was not the real Bonaparte, he was just a dude in the 21st century who happened to reincarnate in the body of Napoleon. To be honest, this is sounding off to him.

"Ciela...you keep mentioning Napoleon Bonaparte from your world, and I said to you many times that I'm not him as our history differs. Before we go, I want to ask you, do you love the Napoleon Bonaparte in your world, or do you love the Napoleon that is standing next to you now?"

Ciela looked at Napoleon, her eyes searching his face for a moment. She took a deep breath, her expression softening with genuine affection.

"Napoleon, I understand that you're not the exact replica of the historical figure I've studied. But in my heart, I've come to appreciate the person you are—the qualities that make you unique. Your ambition, intelligence, and the way you've adapted to this new world are what draw me to you."

A mixture of relief and warmth spread across Napoleon's features. He reached out and gently brushed his hand against Ciela's cheek.

Napoleon and Ciela stood patiently as the guard disappeared into the grand entrance of the Tuileries Palace.

Moments later, the guard returned accompanied by an officer dressed in a formal military uniform. The officer approached Napoleon with a respectful nod.

"Brigadier General Bonaparte, I am Captain Laurent, in charge of security. I have been informed of your request to see the Committee of Armaments, Powder, and Mining. Follow me, please."

Napoleon and Ciela followed Captain Laurent through the entrance and into the opulent halls of the palace.

Finally, they reached a grand chamber where the Committee of Armaments, Powder, and Mining convened. The room was filled with delegates engaged in intense discussions and debates. They turned their attention to Napoleon as he entered, their curiosity evident.

Napoleon took a moment to assess the room before stepping forward, his voice resonating with authority. "Gentlemen, I am Napoleon Bonaparte, Brigadier-General in the French Army currently stationed in the Army of Italy."

"Is that so?" A man stood up, locking eyes with Napoleon. "I am Lazare Carnot, the head of this committee. I have heard of your remarkable achievements in Toulon and Saorgio. Your military prowess is truly impressive. Furthermore, your inventive mind has contributed significantly to our nation, particularly with the introduction of the telegraph, revolutionizing long-distance communication. Now, pray tell, why do you seek an urgent audience with us?"

"I came here to show you this rifle," Napoleon brought the leather case forward and carefully opened it, revealing the Norwegian krag–jørgensen 1895.

"That's too short to be a musket," Carnot interrupted, examining the rifle with curiosity.

"Well, it is indeed shorter than our current standard-issue rifle, the Charleville musket. But don't focus on its appearance, focus on its performance. If I may, can I demonstrate it on the palace grounds?"

The members of the committee exchanged skeptical glances, unsure of what to make of Napoleon's proposal. Lazare Carnot, the head of the committee, stroked his chin thoughtfully before responding.

"Very well, Brigadier General Bonaparte," Carnot said cautiously. "If you believe this rifle possesses superior performance, then I am willing to witness its capabilities firsthand. However, let me make it clear that we are open to innovation, but we must thoroughly evaluate any new weapon before endorsing its adoption by the French Army."

Napoleon nodded, appreciating Carnot's cautious approach. "Of course, Monsieur Carnot.

Thirty minutes later, the committee was stunned at the performance of the rifle. The repeating bolt-action rifle had exceeded their expectations. Its accuracy, range, and rapid-fire capabilities were unparalleled compared to the traditional muskets they were accustomed to.

"The National Convention would be pleased to hear this," Carnot said, his voice filled with awe and excitement. This weapon has the potential to turn the war in our favor. General, are you willing to sell this?"

"Of course I do. I would prefer our infantry to be armed with this rifle," Napoleon said.

"In that case, I'll inform the other members of the committee. I'll send you a telegraph once they have reached a decision," Carnot said.

"Fine by me."