He Became Napoleon’S Genius Son [EN]: Chapter 318

(318) The Day of the Emperor’s Inauguration, Eugene Departs for the New World

The day of the Emperor’s inauguration was fast approaching.

“Extra! According to the election results, His Majesty the Emperor’s inauguration has been decided! Rejoice, everyone!”

Once is difficult, but twice is not.

In Napoleon’s case, becoming Consul was much more challenging.

For the average citizen, ascending to Emperor is essentially just a change in title.

In terms of actual governance, only one thing significantly changes from the original history.

The war to secure the Bonaparte family’s position begins.

Before such a war becomes visible, the government’s slogan easily resonated in 1802.

The propaganda of Napoleon, the conqueror of Italy, Egypt, and Louisiana.

Suddenly crumpling the extra edition, a man in a hat in the cafe opened his mouth.

“Bonaparte has finally become Emperor.”

“Is there no one to oppose him, Babeuf? You seemed quite active.”

“Do you know? The ones who oppose Bonaparte, or rather the self-proclaimed Emperor Napoleon, the most are not the revolutionaries but the royalists.”

Babeuf threw another newspaper onto the cafe table, grinding his teeth.

“However, a decision has been made to expel a large number of those royalists, because of this bill that passed the lower house yesterday.”

The phrase written on the newspaper, Le Cordelier, is meaningful.

-〈Vendean Rebellion Victims Compensation Act Enacted!〉

Originally, in the original history, the Vendée was synonymous with rebellion.

The Vendée region faces discrimination even into the 20th century.

Even in the era of the Empire, not revolutionary France, the Vendée was regarded as a hotbed of royalists and was viewed with disdain.

But now, Napoleon has directly suppressed the Vendée, and people from the Vendée fill the ranks of the Orient Legion.

So, wouldn’t it be not so strange?

“Isn’t it a good law? Compensation, after all.”

“Monsieur d’Auvergne. Are you really pretending not to know? This law gives land in the New World to the Vendée, Brittany, and other royalist rebels!”

“I heard. The target is as many as 3 million people, right?”

Philip d’Auvergne, soon to be the British spymaster, chuckled and looked at the newspaper from across the table.

Originally a naval officer, he was adopted as the heir to the Duchy of Bouillon by chance.

However, the revolution took the Duchy of Bouillon from d’Auvergne.

It has been 10 years since he jumped into the spy business solely for inheritance.

In the meantime, d’Auvergne has become the chief in charge of the British intelligence network.

The one who sponsors Babeuf, the best anti-government politician in the current French government, is also d’Auvergne.

Of course, it was according to his superior’s orders.

Babeuf, who survived the Cadoudal conspiracy unscathed, was furious.

“That’s right. At once, hardcore royalist citizens go to the New World. But, do you know what’s even more absurd?”

Suddenly, Babeuf’s eyes glared at d’Auvergne as if to pierce him.

“Your British are going to help with this ridiculous plan! Even the East India Company!”

It was what happened when the Treaty of Amiens was signed last year.

British Prime Minister Pitt was ousted due to lobbying by the East India Company.

It was Francis Baring, the head of Barings Bank, who persuaded the directors of the East India Company, but behind him was undoubtedly Eugene.

At that time, Eugene made a proposal through Baring.

A large-scale transportation contract to transport 3 million French people to the New World.

The time is approaching when that contract will become a reality.

It was also the biggest reason why Eugene was busy around his engagement ceremony.

Suddenly, d’Auvergne raised a finger to his lips.

“Quiet. This is France, Babeuf.”

“Damn it. Can’t you help me? I’m saying, interfere with the immigration.”

“If that were up to me, I would have already become the Duke of Bouillon.”

Tsking lightly, d’Auvergne looked at the newsboys and citizens bustling through the streets.

“But there’s also this point. The higher you go, the bigger your weaknesses become. Now that Napoleon has become Emperor, all the other European royal families will be hostile to Napoleon.”

Originally, in the original history, the royal families of Europe did not accept Napoleon’s accession.

That is one of the causes of the Third Coalition War.

At the current point in time, France is in a superior position to the original history, and the Confederation of the Rhine has also been quickly concluded.

However, the long-established ruling families are unlikely to welcome the Bonaparte family.

Of course, from Babeuf’s point of view, it was an absurd sound.

“Eugene Freyschütz becomes the Viceroy of New France. Is this a good thing?”

“That’s even better. Freyschütz has been manipulating the pro-French faction in London for a long time. But he’s leaving for the New World? You can wipe them out all at once.”

“Wait, then. Perhaps?”

The moment Babeuf’s eyes widened, d’Auvergne nodded.

“Prime Minister Pitt will return to politics.”

Pitt is coming back.

If Eugene had stayed in France, it would have taken Pitt even longer to aim for a political comeback.

However, unlike Eugene, Napoleon was not paying attention to Pitt as an individual.

This is also not a wrong judgment, as Pitt is clearly a capable politician, but he does not overthrow Napoleon in the original history.

However, from the point of view of Babeuf, who is doing the anti-Napoleon movement, it was like gaining a thousand troops.

“You’re not just playing around in London. Tell your superior. I will also prepare for upheaval in Paris.”

He is telling him to tell his superior, William Wickham, the person in charge of the Alien Office [British intelligence agency].

D’Auvergne got up from his seat and left the cafe.

Of course, Babeuf’s request will be cut off at d’Auvergne’s level.

There are many politicians besides Babeuf who will become the henchmen of the British intelligence agency, the Alien Office.

Suddenly, d’Auvergne’s gaze turned to the center of Paris.

“Anyway, for now, Napoleon’s victory. Or, is it Freyschütz?”

The proud Consular Guard, or rather the Dragoon Guard that will become the Imperial Guard, was marching.

***

At the Tuileries Palace, the Senate, corresponding to the upper house, gathered for the first time in a while.

“Our Senate meeting is about to make a great declaration in accordance with the ancient Roman tradition.”

In the French Consular Government Constitution, the Senate is merely a formal body.

This is because, unlike the directly elected Council of Five Hundred, it is a conference body elected by indirect election.

However, this time, the justification for the Emperor’s accession existed in the Senate meeting.

This is because a civil constitutional monarchy following the tradition of the ancient Roman Empire was being attempted.

Suddenly, Talleyrand cynically muttered as he looked at the Senate President, Auguste Robespierre.

“Immediately, the proclamation of the Roman Emperor.”

“Why are you so cynical, Foreign Minister? It’s something you’ve been promoting for a long time.”

“Well, was it something Freyschütz did, or was it something we did? Is the immigration fleet well prepared?”

Police Minister Fouché stood next to Talleyrand and answered in a low voice.

“The first departure is 100,000 people.”

“It will be an unprecedented immigration fleet. Wasn’t the total Spanish population living in New France 50,000?”

“A large number of former soldiers are included.”

Fouché kept his eyes fixed on the center of the parliament and replied to Talleyrand.

“Freyschütz is definitely thinking about war.”

In the center of the parliament, Napoleon’s towering figure can be seen.

Back when the Fructidor Coup [coup d’état of 1797] first occurred, Napoleon looked very awkward in the parliament.

But now he is completely accustomed to being in front of the public, and even seems to enjoy it.

Of course, it is even more so because today is a day of victory.

“We announce the matter resolved with the approval of 9.9 million out of 10 million voters!”

Talleyrand muttered to Fouché, ignoring Auguste’s cry.

“Nevertheless, he will not be able to stay in this France.”

“Even though he has done great things.”

“He may try to return home.”

Fouché twisted his lips and replied.

“Then, we just have to make sure he can’t.”

Eugene Freyschütz is leaving for the New World.

It is now the early 19th century, an era when crossing the Atlantic is only possible by ship.

Even in the original history, lovers break up when they are divided into the United States and France, but a politician goes to the New World?

In fact, it should be seen as being pushed out of the ranks of power.

In addition, he was put in charge of a project to immigrate 3 million citizens en masse.

Take this opportunity to nail Eugene to the New World and build a power base in the meantime.

It is the tacit agreement between Talleyrand and Fouché, and those who regarded Eugene as a competitor.

Napoleon allowed it, even though he couldn’t have known about the agreement.

What’s the reason?

Talleyrand probably guesses that Napoleon was also anxious.

Josephine, who is standing behind Napoleon, was seen embracing her pregnant belly.

If a child is born soon, that child will become the Emperor’s child.

If it is a son, he will probably be the first in line to inherit the throne.

Then Cambacérès stepped forward.

“The constitutional amendment to resolve the establishment of the Empire has been passed. Also! As the first supervisor of the Empire, the Emperor elected by the citizens has also been decided!”

Fouché frowned.

“By the way, why is Cambacérès so passionate? It’s all a setup.”

“No matter how much it’s a setup, it’s different when the people resolve it.”

“What’s different? The people are just being instigated anyway.”

Talleyrand glanced at Fouché, a former radical revolutionary, and calmly replied.

“You’re wrong. The people know who can lead the era. However, conversely, if they can’t…”

Receiving the proclamation of Justice Minister Cambacérès, Chairman Auguste approached Napoleon.

In his hand is a crown modeled after the laurel of the Roman era.

The scepter, modeled after the style of the old Carolingian dynasty, is also with him.

The patterns engraved with eagles and bees are unique.

Auguste handed the crown to Napoleon and shouted.

“Now, I announce to the people in the name of the Senate. The birth of His Majesty Napoleon, the first Emperor of the French Empire!”

Talleyrand narrowed his eyes as he watched Napoleon receive the crown.

“The people will bring down even the greatest.”

Napoleon put the crown on his head himself.

The next moment, Napoleon turned around and stared at the members of parliament.

The members of parliament, even Talleyrand, held their breath at the eyes overwhelmed by the sparks, and Napoleon strode forward and placed another crown on Josephine.

The moment Josephine placed the crown on her head, Napoleon declared.

“I declare that I will accept this crown by the will of the citizens!”

With this, in June 1802, the constitutional monarchy French Empire was born.

***

At this time, Eugene is in Bordeaux, not Paris.

-Swaaa!

Ippolito ran to Eugene, who was watching the waves crashing.

“Your Highness, everything is ready!”

Eugene glanced at Ippolito and smiled bitterly.

“I’m still a Governor-General, Ippolito.”

“No, didn’t His Majesty the Emperor decide to announce it when we leave?”

“I don’t think I’ll be called His Majesty yet.”

It was then.

“Already, the resolution has been completed in the Senate.”

Eugene turned his gaze to the unexpected voice and widened his eyes.

Because an unexpected face was there.

Instead of Eugene, who was surprised and unable to speak properly, Lafayette, who was standing next to him, asked.

“Lucien? What brings you here?”

Lucien grabbed Lafayette’s hand and smiled.

“Are you the only one thinking of running away to the New World, Lafayette?”

“No, I’m not running away, I’m going as the Ambassador to the United States.”

“Then make me an aide to the Ambassador to the United States.”

Suddenly, Lucien glared at Eugene and snorted.

“This tiresome monarchical France doesn’t suit my temperament, so I’m going to the paradise of the republic.”

Eugene scratched his head lightly and approached Lucien.

Originally, in the original history, Napoleon would have been in a frenzy trying to forcibly hold Lucien back.

However, Lucien seems to be quickly crossing over to the New World because of the immigration turmoil.

If he is caught here, he will defect to England, so it may be better to leave him alone.

Eugene, standing in front of Lucien, said to his shorter uncle.

“You’re finally going to America, Uncle.”

Lucien stared at Eugene and split his lips.

“I’m not the only one going, Nephew.”

“What do you mean?”

“My sister has also decided to go as a military attaché to the embassy.”

At that moment, a woman in military uniform got out of the carriage that Lucien was riding in.

“Hello, Eugene. I’m Pauline Bonaparte, a military attaché at the French Embassy in the United States. Ah, I think my post will be Florida. You know what I mean, right?”

Eugene’s mouth dropped open.

It is clear that Ippolito did it on purpose, as he was grinning slyly.

He looked back at Lafayette for help, but he had already turned away and was quickly boarding the flagship.

But what if we forcibly stop them here, arguing about their actual status and procedures?

It is obvious that a family scandal will suddenly arise for Napoleon, who is in the process of establishing the throne.

“That’s, well. This is, well.”

At that moment, there was a voice calling Eugene from the flagship Horus in the distance.

“Eugene!”

Marie Therese can be seen gesturing with a firm attitude.

Now, as his fiancée, Marie’s authority over Eugene has grown even greater.

Just as he was about to smack his lips, Damas said from behind Eugene.

“Go ahead, Your Highness. I will take good care of the cartel [business syndicate].”

Eugene smiled bitterly and grabbed Damas’s hand.

A large number of Eugene’s club members are leaving on this New World trip.

In particular, even DuPont, who originally dreamed of unfolding his dreams in the New World, and the newly joined Jomini are going.

But someone has to stay and protect France’s assets.

The chief in charge of that is Cartel CEO Damas.

“I’ll be back. Until I return from the New World, please take good care of me.”

With the sails fluttering, the fleet left the port of Bordeaux.

-Flutter!

June 6, 1802, the day Napoleon was crowned Emperor.

Eugene left with 100,000 Vendeans.

Aboard the old Orient Fleet and the British East India Company’s transport fleet.

To the New World.