He Became Napoleon’S Genius Son [EN]: Chapter 522

(522) Becoming Napoleon’s True Successor (End of Main Story)

There is a man who has run his entire life to prevent this moment.

“No!”

For 29 years, he has lived remembering his past life but for the sake of his current one.

The purpose of that life is ultimately one thing.

To prevent the failure of the Russian expedition and to allow Napoleon to change history.

But everything is disappearing in an explosion.

“Father, Father, Father!”

Just as Eugene is about to spur his horse madly, there are those who block his path.

The Imperial Guard, veterans who have been with him since the Italian campaign.

They do not fear death, but they also have the mission to prevent the death of their monarch.

Champot grabs Eugene and shouts.

“Your Majesty, stop!”

“Let go, Champot!”

“The enemy has not yet been repelled!”

However, Eugene shakes off Champot and yells.

“Are you telling me to just stand by and watch my father die!”

Eugene knows better than anyone how dangerous it is.

Because the silver letters are constantly warning him.

Ignoring the warnings led to the death of Hippolyte, who had become a lifelong friend.

But if Napoleon is just allowed to die in this situation, that is not Eugene.

It is an act of betraying Eugene’s present and past lives, or perhaps even his [original life or soul’s origin].

“I’ll take the lead.”

Suddenly, someone with a fluttering mustache rushes out.

Lasalle, a cavalryman who never hesitates to be in the vanguard.

His friend Champot glares.

“Hey, Lasalle! Are you crazy?”

“Come on, Champot. Stopping in this situation is what’s crazy.”

“Your duty now is to protect the sovereign!”

But Lasalle laughs heartily.

“That’s not like a hussar of the Great Revolution! Eugene Freiherr [a noble title, roughly equivalent to Baron] is my superior and comrade, not my sovereign! Also, a hussar doesn’t stop when a comrade goes! Let’s go, boys!”

As if in response, Lasalle’s hussars roar.

-Woo-oh!

A chaotic battle where British line infantry from all over the world are fighting French line infantry gathered from all over Europe.

Also, the rockets that are just being dried and fired from the British main camp do not stop.

However, Lasalle and the hussars, and Eugene, ran.

-Doo-doo-doo!

Before they knew it, the rockets subsided.

Due to the heavy rain, there were not many rockets in good condition.

Moreover, due to the fierce battle, the front and rear no longer had any meaning.

Furthermore, if they continued to fire with the infantry entangled, the British would suffer even greater damage.

Eugene, Lasalle, and the hussar light cavalry broke through that gap.

-Thud, Crack, Thud!

Suddenly, Lasalle’s eyes widened as he looked at the person he had trampled on with his horse.

“What is this? Huh?”

For some reason, the attire is very fancy.

Eugene stopped his horse for a moment, looking at the silver letter notification.

Because he knew who it was.

The man under the horse, his body completely crushed and burned, coughed up blood.

“Cough, cough! Cough! Th, this. O, overwhelming attack.”

“You, could it be.”

“Well, is this the first time we’ve met face to face?”

The man, Arthur Wellesley, soon the Duke of Wellington, smiled weakly.

“It’s a pity to meet you like this, with my legs blown off. Your Majesty, the King of Spain.”

His legs seem to have been blown away by the explosion of the rocket.

Even if Lasalle hadn’t trampled on him, he would have likely died.

Originally, it was Arthur Wellesley’s role to offer condolences to Baron Uxbridge, whose leg was blown off at the Battle of Waterloo in the original history.

But now, Arthur’s legs are gone.

Looking down at the bold Iron Duke, who did not lose his smile even in this situation, Eugene said.

“War is not wonderful, but I’m sorry I couldn’t fight more wonderfully.”

“Hahaha! War is originally terrible. Your Majesty.”

“This is the only gift I can give you.”

A being who might have become a historical figure.

Furthermore, if Napoleon is excluded in this era, he is by far the best general who can be called a tactician.

His bold appearance pleases me.

But now Eugene has the same feeling as when he killed Nelson.

The same as when he lost Admiral Brueys and was filled only with thoughts of revenge.

-Click.

The famous [Magic Bullet] pistol was aimed at the Iron Duke.

“Any last words?”

The Iron Duke, Wellington, stared at the pistol and smiled.

“I have no regrets, having been defeated by the one who will be called the best strategist in the present, past, and future!”

For a very brief moment, Eugene’s trigger hesitated as if stopping.

Because the words he just heard are the historical words that Wellington leaves behind in the original history.

In fact, it was a victory party.

-Bang!

The magic bullet pierced the Iron Duke’s head.

“Let’s go, to His Imperial Majesty!”

Eugene started running again.

Leaving the defeated Iron Duke behind.

***

Napoleon had not yet passed away.

“So, you are inheriting the throne, Eugene.”

But his appearance is more miserable compared to Wellington.

A veteran next to him is trying to stop the blood with bandages, but it keeps gushing out.

Even if Pauline or Lallemand, who are left in the main force, come, it will be difficult to save him.

The veteran’s name is the famous Chauvin, but that is not important to Eugene.

Eugene jumped off his horse and knelt.

“Father.”

This person is not Eugene’s biological father.

But Eugene has never once considered the man who gave him blood, body, and name as his father.

On the other hand, he felt it from the first moment he saw this man.

That he would be a good father.

In an instant, Napoleon abruptly raised his body and grabbed Eugene by the collar.

“Swear. That you will not kill Charles.”

Eugene blinked.

Louis Charles Capet, who is crying next to him, is visible.

Saying not to kill Charles probably does not refer to the heir of the Bourbon royal family.

Quietly, Eugene sighed as he thought.

“Of course not. He’s my brother.”

Charles Napoleon Bonaparte.

A name that would have been given to the child born after marrying Marie Louise von Habsburg in the original history.

It’s this year’s event.

But Eugene changed history, and Josephine safely gave birth to two more children, and the youngest son was given that name.

Napoleon and Josephine’s biological child, and also Eugene’s half-brother.

It is the blood-related evidence that Eugene and Napoleon are family.

Eugene will never kill Charles.

Just like he did to another Charles.

“Okay, then.”

Napoleon took a deep breath and slumped his body to Chauvin.

Is that all?

Is the only thing he worries about until the last moment his bloodline?

Does he have nothing to say to his adopted son?

Eugene gritted his teeth.

“Father, I!”

“Eugene, there is no father who entrusts his son with the aftermath and speaks at length. My father was like that too.”

“But!”

At that moment, Eugene shouted at Napoleon.

“I could have stopped it!”

What if he had blocked the cannons early and then retreated to protect Napoleon from the side?

No, what if he had stopped Napoleon’s dangerous operation of advancing to Waterloo first?

In fact, what if he had not fought at Waterloo in the first place and retreated to France?

But Eugene couldn’t stop it.

Why?

Because he wanted to see how far Napoleon, who had escaped from the shackles of Russia, could go.

Napoleon, who faced the result with his whole body, smiled with a pale face.

“Then, stop it from now on. No matter what catastrophe occurs.”

Eugene’s eyes widened.

Eugene knows the future.

Europe will fight world wars while vying for colonies, the tide of communism will sweep the continent, and the era of monarchs and nobles will end in the most miserable form.

Those who are pretending to be great now will be dragged to concentration camps like the nobles of the revolutionary period.

The result is the Cold War.

Napoleon does not know that far.

But he is sensing it.

Napoleon struggled to speak.

“A more difficult era than war, those who want revolution, and the world will attack you.”

“Father, that’s.”

“Fight against all of that. Fight and win. Win and.”

Again, Napoleon reached out and this time touched Eugene’s cheek.

“France, the Empire, protect it.”

Is that empire really worth perpetuating?

No one can easily say.

Nevertheless, Eugene declared in front of the founding emperor who created the empire.

That he would definitely make it so.

“Yes.”

Napoleon smiled and shifted his gaze to the sky.

“Yes. France, the army, Josephine. All of, my things.”

Suddenly, the arm waving in the air fell to the ground.

-Thud.

Rain began to pour from the heavily clouded sky.

-Swish!

Eugene did not move in the rain.

He hears the noise of the war diminishing.

Who lived, who died, and who won?

Eugene only looked at Napoleon’s body as if all of that was irrelevant.

“Your Majesty, or rather, Your Imperial Majesty.”

Suddenly, Grand Chamberlain Duroc approached in the rain.

“Now, it’s time to return home.”

Eugene raised his head.

He won.

With the death of the Emperor.

“Yes. I have become the Emperor.”

Now, it is time for the new Emperor to return to France.

***

Today, the weather in Paris is cloudy with rain.

-Doo-doo-duk!

Les Invalides [a complex of military buildings in Paris, including a hospital, museum, and church], a place created by Louis XIV and rebuilt as a hospital by Napoleon.

The funeral procession heads to Les Invalides, passing through the still unfinished Arc de Triomphe [a monument in Paris, commissioned by Napoleon to honor those who fought for France].

Napoleon’s coffin will be buried here.

“Napoleon, to return like this.”

Empress Josephine watched the coffin from the Les Invalides building and sighed under her black veil.

Every time he went to the battlefield, she thought he might die.

No, in the first place, Napoleon could have died in Toulon and not met Josephine.

So it may not be strange that he died on the battlefield and returned.

Nevertheless, the Empress mourns her husband’s death and sheds tears.

-Click.

The funeral procession in the rain.

Not many are granted the status to belong to this procession.

Among them are those who prioritize calculation over tears.

Talleyrand, leaning on his cane, asked Fouché, who was holding an umbrella for him.

“What are the election results?”

“Needless to say. It is more overwhelming than the election results of the ‘founding’ Emperor.”

“Indeed, is it a reign that begins in a blessed funeral?”

Talleyrand’s gaze is directed towards the vanguard procession ahead of them.

The [Bonaparte] family is heading there together.

One of the saddest people is probably the one who lost her husband in this war.

The widowed woman, Caroline, shrugged her shoulders in black mourning clothes.

“Now, I’m a widow too.”

“You don’t look very sad? Caroline?”

“Well, shouldn’t I find a new love? The living must live. Sister Pauline.”

Pauline sighed lightly and turned her gaze.

“Yes. The living will need new love, right?”

Her gaze is directed to a young man in a black military uniform.

The young man stopped while walking in front of the coffin’s funeral procession.

Empress Mother Letizia, wearing a black veil, is seen standing in front.

“Eugene, you have returned well.”

“I’m sorry. Your Majesty the Empress Dowager.”

“Call me grandmother.”

Letizia stared at Eugene.

“You are now, Bonaparte. Eugene.”

Eugene bowed his head and raised it.

Now the coffin has entered the Les Invalides.

The coffin is placed in the center of the circular hall, and citizens outside sing elegies.

Even if he had lived a lifetime of prosperity and died, he would not have received such mourning, and might have spent his last moments in a protest instead.

That is also Eugene’s fate.

“Eugene.”

Suddenly, there is a hand that wraps around Eugene’s side.

“Yes.”

Marie looked at Eugene and said.

“This country will cause another riot.”

“I know.”

“People with grievances are hiding. At any time, they can try to overturn it again. In Spain, everyone would love us.”

From the hall of Les Invalides, many citizens can be seen outside.

During the Great Revolution, they also rioted outside Les Invalides.

Just like in the days of the old royal family, it will not be different in the era of the Empire.

If there are complaints, they will rise up.