I Became A Genius Of The French Royal Family [EN]: Chapter 308

Paris, France.

The Tuileries Palace, a sight that inspired both admiration and envy among the citizens.

“Your Majesty, it’s almost time.”

“…Alright. Let’s go.”

The opening ceremony was a success, but much remains to be done.

Figures like Pitt may have already discerned that this World Cup was primarily a launchpad for future events.

The Expo and the Olympics are slated to follow the World Cup.

It’s crucial to firmly establish in the global consciousness that France is the premier organizer of such grand affairs.

In modern times, this is widely understood, but the influence of culture should never be underestimated.

The world’s alignment with the United States in the original timeline wasn’t solely due to raw power.

It’s the dominance of the U.S. economy and culture that compels people to adopt ‘English,’ even against their preferences.

Even without intervention, French is poised to become a global lingua franca, but it’s essential to solidify this trend.

That’s why I’m investing heavily in culture while securing a lead in technology and sports.

In this regard, my children’s ascensions to the thrones of various European nations are an undeniable advantage.

With individuals raised in France becoming monarchs, French culture will inevitably permeate their courts, fostering widespread adoption.

It’s said that since Beatrice’s coronation, French has become a fashionable language within the Swedish royal family.

While Swedish remains firmly entrenched, French is likely to become a standard first foreign language.

“Your Majesty, they are arriving.”

I exited the palace and surveyed the scene. Befitting the venue for welcoming Europe’s top dignitaries, an imposing guard force provided impenetrable security.

The entire area had been sealed off to the public hours in advance.

Inevitably, some curious onlookers attempted to peek, but they were swiftly apprehended and escorted to the police station.

Reporters underwent thorough vetting, including scrutiny of their past activities and family connections, before being granted access.

This wasn’t just any gathering; nearly all of Europe’s leaders were converging at once.

No one could fault the heightened security measures.

As the appointed time arrived, I proceeded to the designated spot and assumed the most solemn and dignified expression I could muster.

While I waited, I observed a gilded carriage approaching from afar, accompanied by celebratory cannon fire.

“The King of Hungary, Croatia, and Bohemia, the Archduke of Austria, and the Holy Roman Emperor, Josef III, is entering!”

The list of titles is always impressively extensive.

My son, adopted by Josef II and inheriting his name.

The young man, addressed as Karl Josef rather than Charles to suit the Germanic-speaking realm, approached me with a cheerful demeanor.

“Thank you for making the long journey. Was your trip comfortable?”

“How could it be otherwise? It’s refreshing to return to my birthplace after so long. But am I the first to arrive?”

“Yes. Others will be arriving shortly, so let’s wait here.”

I stated this, but in truth, there had been considerable debate about the order of arrival.

Karl argued that as the Holy Roman Emperor, he should take precedence due to his ostensibly higher rank.

Conversely, Beatrice insisted that seniority should dictate the order, regardless of official positions.

Furthermore, England and Spain presented their own claims to priority, based on dubious reasoning.

One might dismiss such matters as trivial, but once a battle of pride commences, it’s difficult to concede.

Ultimately, I intervened by suggesting a lottery, which the parties reluctantly accepted, ending the dispute.

“I’m pleased to see that Your Majesty remains in good health. When you mentioned your intention to abdicate, I feared for your well-being. Is the Queen also healthy?”

“Indeed. She’s in excellent health.”

Despite being father and son, Karl’s adoption into a foreign imperial family and his position as emperor necessitate formal interactions in public.

Even so, his concern for his parents’ health seemed genuine. Mari and I also frequently wrote to our children in foreign lands, expressing our concern for their well-being, so it was a reciprocal sentiment.

“By the way, the fact that I won the lottery suggests divine favor, wouldn’t you agree? I’m confident that the upcoming discussions will proceed smoothly.”

“As I’ve stated before, France remains neutral in this matter. I trust you won’t be disappointed by my inability to take sides.”

“Yes, yes, I understand. Even as close allies, other nations will harbor similar expectations. Especially Sweden…”

As the saying goes, speak of the devil, and the flag of the Swedish royal family appeared in the distance, accompanied by continuous celebratory gunshots.

Karl glanced at the approaching carriage and casually added in a low voice.

“Still, Sweden is not on our level. Lately, they seem to be overconfident, relying on France too much.”

“…I offer this as a word of caution, but such remarks should not be overheard.”

“Ah, of course. I only discuss such matters in private.”

Is he implying that he intends to do so in private?

It’s often the case that siblings who overestimate their intelligence tend to clash.

Moreover, they’ve been granted the title of king, so their arrogance has likely increased.

‘I’ll have to keep a close watch on these immature individuals to prevent any mishaps.’

Even as I observed the radiant smile my daughter directed toward me, I felt a sense of unease.

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“Okay, that’s a wrap. Thank you for your hard work.”

The photographer, repeatedly bowing apologetically before the massive camera, hastily gathered his equipment and departed.

“Hoo…is this the famed camera I’ve only heard about? As I understand, one must maintain their posture for an extended period.”

“That’s why there’s a stand. While it was somewhat uncomfortable, it’s still faster than a painting.”

“That camera has recently begun to circulate in our country as well, but France is undoubtedly ahead. Upon my return, I’ll need to invest further. It appears to be a field with long-term potential.”

Karl kept glancing at the remaining equipment with curious eyes.

“Hahaha, the Emperor of Rome seems to have a keen interest in new technologies.”

“Indeed. A national leader should. In today’s world, falling behind the times means being left behind.”

“That’s true. Your Majesty possesses remarkable insight.”

“How can I compare to Her Majesty the Queen? News of Sweden’s impressive growth has reached our country.”

The reporters observing the warm exchange between the siblings, filled with affection, couldn’t help but smile.

-A familial warmth that is unmistakable.

-A scene that seems to promise continued peace in Europe.

The reporters, already envisioning their headlines, were more than satisfied and bowed before departing the conference room.

Precisely one second after they left, leaving only Theodore, Beatrice, and Karl.

Beatrice, wiping the smile from her face, bluntly stated:

“Our youngest is feeling quite important these days? Good for you.”

“Is it just my sister? I’ve recently developed a newfound respect for the Swedish nobility. It can’t be easy to navigate my sister’s moods without causing offense…”

“Listen to you. Just because you hold the title of Emperor, you show no respect for your elders.”

“Where does siblinghood require respect for elders?”

Wow~I wonder what kind of article the reporters would have written had they witnessed this scene.

I had hoped to spend quality time with my family before the official meeting commenced, but this is certainly…memorable.

In the end, Theodore, watching his younger siblings with concern, cautiously spoke:

“You two. Perhaps you should refrain from such behavior while Father is present.”

“Oh~here comes the dutiful son. So devoted to his parents that he thwarted his father’s desire to abdicate?”

“I agree. I wonder how disappointed Father must have been…”

“Why is the blame suddenly shifting to me?”

“I heard you received the title of Duke of Orléans this time, brother. Please actively assist Father with his duties.”

Theodore avoided eye contact, unable to respond to the sudden counterattack from his siblings, who had suddenly become allies.

I felt a serious concern about the continued peace of Europe and tapped the table with my finger.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you all, but the atmosphere is certainly…lively from the start.”

“Ah, no. Father. We’re not fighting…”

“That’s right. I was merely offering a word of blessing, but he’s being sulky for no reason…”

“No, is calling someone arrogant a blessing? Have you been abroad for so long that you’ve forgotten French?”

“There, you’re fighting again. Should I bring your mother here right now so you can behave yourselves?”

As soon as Mari’s name was mentioned, Beatrice and Karl almost simultaneously fell silent.

Even though they are grown adults and monarchs of their respective nations, are children always children?

I apologize to the people of Sweden and the Holy Roman Empire that the threat of involving their mother still works…your kings are like this.

I apologize on behalf of the person who placed those kings in power, and I hope you’ll accept it.

“Ahem, ahem. Then, shall we have a serious discussion? The meeting time is approaching, and Father has stated his neutrality, correct?”

“Yes. I can’t take sides without causing controversy.”

“Hmm~then that’s acceptable. Karl, now that we’re here, shall we reach an agreement amongst ourselves? Even if we keep each other in check, it would be foolish to allow England to exploit the situation.”

“That’s true. Then, shall we agree to abstain from dissenting votes, at least amongst ourselves? I trust you won’t break a promise made in front of Father.”

“Don’t betray me. I’m renowned in Sweden as a symbol of trust and integrity.”

Why do I feel a sense of wonder and resignation at witnessing national-level schemes and collusions unfolding before my eyes?

I wonder if this will later be included in unofficial history as a plausible conspiracy theory:

Louis Christian strategically placed his children as kings in various countries to manipulate the world from behind the scenes.

“Then, sister, let’s do this. Support us this time. In return, I’ll support you next time.”

“Hey, water flows from top to bottom, so if I’m going to do it first, I should do it.”

“Sister. It’s difficult for me to say this, but the difference in national power dictates the right to speak.”

“Are you suggesting that smaller nations like Sweden should remain silent and compliant?”

“Don’t twist my words; please be realistic.”

“If you’re going to be like that, I have my own strategies too?”

Beatrice stood up from her seat, approached me, and crossed her arms.

“Dad~I have a favor to ask; would you grant it?”

“What are you trying to do, putting your father, who has pledged neutrality, in a difficult position?”

“Beatrice, the king of a small country oppressed by the tyranny of great powers, is so sad. I believe it would be more neutral for Dad to maintain the balance.”

“Oh, she’s resorting to that again. Since childhood, she’s always clung to Father when at a disadvantage. Haven’t you learned your lesson from Mother’s scoldings!”

The level of discourse between the emperors who govern nations…is this truly happening?

My heart is growing weary.

And Beatrice, you’re a mother now, okay? You’re not cute anymore, so stop clinging to me.”