I Became A Genius Of The French Royal Family [EN]: Chapter 354

Clear skies, not a single cloud, and a warm sun.

The scars of past wars on the land have long since disappeared without a trace.

“The future is the age of technology!”

A man from Japan, Kondo, who prides himself on knowing France better than anyone else.

Kondo, who dedicated his entire life to studying France, argued that the administrative system should be completely overhauled as soon as he returned to Japan.

“Our Japan lags far behind France, let alone England or the Holy Roman Empire, in terms of technology. But if we don’t close this gap, we will never join the ranks of developed countries. First, the government must somehow raise capital and increase its size by using relatively low wages compared to Europe as a weapon!”

Japan, where respect for the Emperor had waned and discontent with politicians had reached its peak, was eager for talents like Kondo.

The reason Kondo, who had left for France as soon as the war ended, returned home was because he knew his time had come.

“I promise you in my name! Your coffers will be twice as full in the next 10 years. Please remember Kondo!”

The times are changing.

Kondo, who became Prime Minister with overwhelming support, placed his colleagues who had studied with him in France at the core of the cabinet and created the country he dreamed of.

Joseon’s [Former name of Korea] situation was not much different.

“For democracy to function properly, the education of the people is essential. And a country that is not supported by economic power cannot maintain a good level of education. We must concentrate all our national power to raise the basic economic size from the ground up.

I, Chusa Kim Jeong-hee [A famous calligrapher and scholar of the Joseon Dynasty], will follow in the footsteps of Jeong Yak-yong [A prominent Joseon thinker and scientist]! Please cast a clean vote for our Republican Party!”

Kim Jeong-hee, a proven talent that the world is shocked by, France admires, and the continent trembles at!

Promotional phrases like this adorned the streets of Hanseong [Former name of Seoul, the capital of Korea].

Kim Jeong-hee knew very well that such provocative language worked well now, even though he was somewhat ashamed of the phrases he wrote himself.

Whether it’s kill or cure, winning the election is the top priority.

It’s not too late to unfold his ideals after winning the presidential election.

He was confident.

He had been constantly reading the papers of various scholars from around the world in France and studying how they were actually applied in reality.

Of course, just as a crow-tit trying to follow a stork will tear its legs, Korea cannot simply become like France.

But it is possible to make it a much better country than it is now.

He saw, heard, and felt a lot there.

From now on, it’s time to look ahead and run.

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“Napoleon! Napoleon! Napoleon!”

Napoleon savored the cheers of his ardent supporters echoing from afar and slowly closed his eyes in his office.

He was not elected as the prime minister he had been aiming for, but he was satisfied with just the position of speaker presiding over the Senate plenary session.

“There is a saying in the East: ‘A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.’ What fun would it be to do politics if I became prime minister right from the start?”

“Weren’t you just barely holding onto your seat during the last election? What do you mean it wouldn’t be fun if you became prime minister from the start?”

“That’s what I mean, that’s what I mean.”

Jang Lan, who saw Napoleon grumbling and pouring tea, asked with a puzzled expression.

“Aren’t you drinking coffee? You used to drink three cups a day.”

“Recently, my acid reflux has gotten worse, so the doctor told me to stop drinking coffee. So I decided to drink only one cup.”

“No, if he told you to stop, you should stop. What’s with drinking only one cup?”

“That doctor knows one thing but doesn’t know two. If I quit coffee, it would be good for my acid reflux, but my mind would get sick and die.”

“Wow, that’s a groundbreaking theory. You should have gone into medicine instead of politics.”

Even though it was obviously sarcasm, Napoleon smiled happily and sipped his tea.

How could a guy who only goes back and forth between appointed positions know his great ambition to become the Speaker of the Senate?

“Come to think of it, where did the others go?”

“They left to participate in the event. Today is the day of the festival that His Majesty loves so much.”

“Oh, right. I’m getting old, so I keep forgetting things. It’s sad. Don’t you have to go?”

“I was waiting to go with you. You’re not thinking of not going, are you?”

“Of course not. It’s an event that both Their Majesties are attending, so how can I, the Speaker of the Great French Senate, be absent? Hahaha!”

Napoleon, who stood up, put one more speaker mark on his badge proving that he was a senator and burst into hearty laughter.

After adjusting the badge in front of the mirror so that it was most visible, he called his secretary.

“I’m going to the venue now, so please prepare.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Napoleon, who was watching the back of the secretary who was leaving with a resolute attitude, asked his friend who was clicking his tongue.

“Do you know that the Speaker of the Senate has the highest protocol order except for His Majesty and the Prime Minister?”

“Wow, that’s really information I wanted to know.”

“You don’t have to be too jealous. Someday you will enter the parliament. Hahaha!”

“I don’t understand why someone who went as far as being the only Marshal of France’s two armies in history is so happy to become the Speaker of the Senate…”

“You don’t know anything. As you said, it’s the only Marshal of France’s two armies in history *with* the Speaker of the Senate on top of it. You have to recognize it as addition, not substitution.”

Well, almost no one who has succeeded militarily has succeeded politically, so in that respect, he is a monumental figure.

Of course, whether that is really due to Napoleon’s innate political sense, which he claims every day, requires a cold assessment.

“I hope you will become Prime Minister next time. Of course, I believe you will do very well because of what you usually say.”

“Of course. I know the best way to run the country perfectly.”

*When things get tough, just ask His Majesty for help.*

Napoleon smiled confidently, turned his back on his office, and went outside.

These days, I can feel that Paris is changing day by day.

Thanks to this, I have a separate secretary who sorts out and reports only the latest information that is updated every day.

Recently, what was it called… I heard that a chemical fertilizer came out and the Noxus trap or the Malthus trap [The theory that population growth will outpace resource production, leading to widespread famine and misery] was broken.

Christian was adamant that these changes would happen even faster in the future.

He added that if I don’t want to fall behind the times, I will need to study a lot.

It makes my head spin a little to have to study even at this age, but when I think about it, thanks to this, my later years are not boring.

How different will tomorrow’s world be from today?

“Then shall we go?”

Napoleon got on a new means of transportation that was said to be a combination of a carriage and a train that had recently been invented.

He relaxed in a completely different attitude from his military days and entrusted himself to the vibrations that came up his back.

Like this strange thing that moves without a horse pulling it.

Time flows and the era moves forward.

Napoleon was enjoying all these changes and was going to go as far as he could.

Looking at the back of the only person he respected in the world.

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“Okay! This year’s final stage is different from before! Unlike last time, when it was always a French monopoly, the situation is balanced with two French chefs and two Italian chefs! Who will win the honor of being the best chef in the world!”

The commentator’s voice echoed throughout the venue.

It’s good in terms of the competition being lively, but the fact that French chefs didn’t occupy all the semi-final spots is a little disappointing.

But unlike me, Louis XVI, the Emperor of the Great French Federal Empire, was smiling because he was looking forward to tasting delicious food.

“Wouldn’t our chef win anyway?”

“Your Majesty, I don’t think it will go that well. The Italians have sharpened their knives this time.”

Of course, we, the special judges, can make France win if we decide to, but my pride doesn’t allow it.

Pit, one of the special judges, noticed my expression and smiled.

“I might be able to see the end of France’s long-standing dominance with my own eyes. Your pride as the home of gastronomy might be hurt a little.”

The Italian Minister of Culture, another special judge, picked up on Pit’s annoyingly sarcastic words.

“That’s right. Of course, we can’t say that we are the best in the world just because we win this one time, but I think we are solidifying our position as the second-best.”

“No, no, wait a minute. The second place is England. They have more runner-up records, but they just don’t have a win.”

“What are you talking about? Don’t you know that even a soccer player is rated higher for winning the World Cup once than for being runner-up three times?”

“Of course, I understand Italy’s feelings. I fully understand their desire to win even in cooking since they lose every war they fight.”

The Italian minister, whose expression briefly hardened at Pit’s critical hit, responded with a bitter smile.

“I also understand why Committee Member Pit is envious.”

“Envious? Why would we be envious of Italian cuisine? We also came in runner-up in the last tournament. Don’t you know Jamie Ramsey, a 3-star chef recognized by France?”

“That’s true, but isn’t the foundation of cooking French cuisine? It’s a little different from Italiano, which develops its own style. Ask a child passing by on the street. If you ask them whether they want to eat sardine pie or pasta, 99 out of 100 will choose pasta, right?”

“That’s a local dish from Cornwall [A county in southwest England], and we also have fish and chips! Only those who haven’t eaten fish and chips while watching soccer here should criticize British cuisine!”

Isn’t the hurdle too high for someone who has never eaten it before?

Pit, who was defending British cuisine to the point where he was possessed by Jesus, who was defending a woman caught committing adultery, continued to praise how wonderful British cuisine was.

“If it’s so great, you should have made it to the finals. It’s called the finals, but there are four people competing.”

“That’s… Jamie Ramsey said he’s not going to compete anymore…”

“No, is there only one chef in England?”

“No. The next tournament will be different. There’s another outstanding chef named Gordon Oliver.”

Is it a coincidence that the name and surname I’ve heard somewhere are the same?

I enjoyed the dish served with the fun of teasing Pit as a spice.

However, after the result came out that France gave the victory to another country other than France for the first time in the World Gastronomy Festival, I could no longer laugh.

After all the stages were over, the trembling Minister of Culture diligently rattled off various excuses as if making excuses.

“Italy has actively absorbed the cuisine of Southeast Asia, where they fought the war last time. The exotic cuisine that wonderfully blends the characteristics of Southeast Asia into Italy is said to be well-received… I think we lost not in taste but in novelty.”

“We also have Canton [A region in China], which is famous in France for its cuisine, but is that an excuse?”

“Haha… That’s right. It’s not.”

“Let’s do a good job. This is the only event that Louis XVI enjoys participating in, so what will become of my reputation if we lose the championship in a place like this?”

“Yes! We will not only promote cuisine but also more actively promote the exchange of masters from the East and West in culture in general and help them come up with more novel inspirations!”

Still, seeing that he doesn’t say anything about rigging, is the root properly planted?

I chuckled and looked at the venue.

It was a new feeling that not only France and Italy but also England, the Holy Roman Empire, and people from all over Europe and Asia had gathered.

Cooking is just an excuse; the world is definitely getting closer.

It is definitely felt that the level of morality, not just technology, is improving to a level that cannot be compared to the original 19th century.

There will be no more tragedies like World War I or World War II in the future.

All that remains is to adjust so that France, which has gone astray, does not become a gangster who exploits weak countries.

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“I was wondering where you were?”

“······.”

I, who was leisurely immersed in emotion alone in the garden where everyone had left, turned around at the familiar voice.

The one person I love the most in this world, but sometimes I get scared of these days.

Marie, the most beloved woman in France, was looking at me with an elegant smile.

“There’s some time left until the next schedule.”

“Was the next one attending the World Mathematical Congress Awards Ceremony?”

“It’s being held in Paris this year. I have to show my face at least once to give the conference that much authority.”

“I heard that this year’s winner is from the University of Paris 1, and he’s a naturalized person from Iran?”

A person from the Middle East receives one of the most prestigious awards in the world.

This is also a very significant event that has recently graced the front page of newspapers quite a bit.

Marie, who came next to me, smiled gently and asked.

“Do you like it? The world you created.”

“That’s too much of an exaggeration. I didn’t create it. I just suggested the way.”

“Suggesting the way to go in this world where we don’t know what will happen is no different from pioneering a sea with thick fog. Do you know how many books are on the market that commemorate your achievements?”

“How could I not know? You bought them all and decorated the palace bookshelves.”

“In the future, our country, no, the world beyond this continent will get better and warmer. Little by little, people are getting out of the fear of starvation and becoming free from the threat of war.”

But even so, there will eventually be people starving to death somewhere in the world, and wars will break out in the Middle East or somewhere else.

I think I’ve done a lot, but I can’t make this world a perfect paradise unless I’m a god.

But. Nevertheless.

More people will enjoy happiness and laugh, and sometimes cry, but they will love and rely on each other and live together.

As long as time flows, forever in the future.

I turned my gaze away from Marie and said something I wanted to ask at least once.

To the companion of my life who has watched me longer than anyone else.

“I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?”