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    August 5th, 1794


    Napoleon sat in his military tent, the sounds of the camp bustling around him. The taste of the apple lingered on his tongue as he absorbed the words of Ci''s letter. The news of Maximilien Robespierre''s execution struck him deeply, stirring a mix of emotions within his young and ambitious heart.


    As he continued reading, memories of the revolution flooded his mind. The chaotic days when the revolutionaries seized control of the government, proiming liberty, equality, and fraternity. The ideals resonated with him, inspiring a sense of hope and change. But somewhere along the way, that hope had turned into a twisted path of violence and fear.


    Napoleon recalled the fervor of those times when every decision seemed to carry life-or-death consequences. The guillotine became an emblem of the revolution, iming countless lives, including those who had fought alongside Robespierre. He couldn''t deny the atrocitiesmitted during the Reign of Terror. The Revolution had turned into a beast devouring its own children.


    The government promised a new beginning to the country, and yet the echoes of the revolution''s bloodshed still reverberated within Napoleon''s soul. He couldn''t help but question the true nature of power and the lengths people would go to obtain it. The vision of a united and prosperous France seemed distant amidst the chaos and strife that had gripped the nation.


    And at that moment, Napoleon realized that the government, the Legitive Assembly, and the National Convention were not acting in the best interest of the people they were meant to serve, but their own. Politicians were corrupt, driven by personal gain and power rather than the noble principles they had once professed.


    The apple''s vor had turned sour in Napoleon''s mouth, reflecting the bitter taste of betrayal he felt. How had the revolution, which had ignited the hopes of a nation, been perverted into a game of political maneuvering and self-interest? The ideals of liberty, equality, and fraternity had been trampled underfoot, sacrificed on the altar of ambition and greed.


    However, despite his military achievements, he still couldn''t do anything to change. In real history, it would take another five years for him to ascend to the seat of power.


    "Just five more years…" Napoleon repeated, promising himself that when he became the leader of France, he would bring about the change the nation desperately needed. He would dismantle the corrupt system that had tarnished the ideals of the revolution and restore the true spirit of liberty, equality, and fraternity.


    Napoleon set the letter aside and grabbed another. It was another letter from Ci reporting that she had sessfully rescued Antoine Lavoisier. A smile spread across his face, momentarily forgetting the tragedy of the revolution. He ordered Ci to rescue Antoine from getting executed by the government because of his being a member of the Farmers General, the tax-collecting body that had earned the ire of the revolutionaries.


    With Antoine Lavoisier safe, Napoleon could use his knowledge and expertise in science that would help him introduce modern technology in the future.


    After reading it, Napoleon folded the letter and carefully tucked it into his breast pocket. Rising to his feet, he swiftly reached for his military jacket thaty on the nearby chair. Slipping it on with purpose, he then retrieved his iconic tricorn hat from the table, cing it upon his head.


    "Oh, Bonaparte, you are leaving already?" Themander of the Army of Italy, General Pierre Jardat Dumerbion, asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.


    Napoleon nodded, his gaze steady and determined. "Yes, General. I have urgent matters to attend to in Paris. I''ll take the first train to Paris in Toulon. Thank you for epting my leave."


    Dumerbion waved his hand dismissively. "You deserve the rest, Napoleon. It is the least I can do for magnificently serving as one of the artillerymanders under mymand. Your tactics back then in Saorgio were impressive."


    "I am simply doing my job, General."<novelsnext></novelsnext>


    "Oh don''t humble yourself now, Bonaparte," Dumberbion interjected with a warm chuckle.  "And oh…is there already a railway connecting Paris to Toulon? Surely your railwaypany builds so fast huh?"


    Napoleon couldn''t help but smile at Dumerbion''s jest. "Not quite yet, General," he replied, his tone lighthearted. "But mark my words, one day France will have a railwaywork that connects every corner of the nation.


    With a final nod of gratitude, Napoleon left the military tent and made his way toward Toulon.


    Arriving in Toulon, Napoleon boarded the train that would take him to the heart of Paris. As he settled in his seat, he noticed the gazes of the other passengers.


    "Hey…isn''t that General Napoleon?"


    "Yeah, I believe he was the one who masterminded the defeat of the British and the Allied Forces."


    "It was impressive but I couldn''t cheer for him after what he had done to the Toulonnais. Have you heard of it? Women and children were executed."


    "That''s too harsh," another passenger interjected, his tone filled with disapproval. "But there were stories that he wasn''t involved in the execution…"


    "Even then! He was still part of the army that carried out the orders," someone countered.


    Napoleon listened to the whispered conversations, aware of the mixed opinions swirling around him. And he couldn''t help but sigh. The atrocitiesmitted during the Toulon uprising had left a stain on his reputation. Despite his efforts to distance himself from the execution of women and children, the me still lingered.


    An hourter, the steam lotive pulled out of Toulon station, its rhythmic chugging filling the air. As the train gained speed, Napoleon gazed out of the window, watching the familiarndscapes of his homnd whiz by.


    12 hourster, the steam lotive arrived in the heart of France. He stepped out of the car and onto the tform of the bustling Parisian train station. The city''s energy and vibrancy engulfed him as he took a moment to absorb the atmosphere. The streets were alive with the sounds of horse-drawn carriages, bustling pedestrians, and the asional street vendor calling out their wares.


    Napoleon adjusted his tricorn hat and straightened his military jacket. He then headed towards the streets where could hail a carriage. Momentster, an opulent carriage, drawn by six horses, pulled up next to Napoleon. The carriage itself was a spectacle of luxury, adorned with intricate gold engravings and velvet curtains that hinted at its aristocratic origins. The coachman, dressed in a resplendent livery, descended from his seat and opened the carriage door with a flourish.


    Inside the opulent carriage was a woman, dressed in a flowing gown of silk andce. The dress hugged her slender figure, its pale pink hueplementing her fairplexion. Her strawberry blonde hair was styled into an borate updo, adorned with jeweled hair pins.  A delicate fan rested in her gloved hand, and her eyes sparkled as her eyes met his.


    "Ci…" Napoleon muttered.