Bab 152: A Sense of Fulfillment

"Thank you for the dinner, Bonaparte," Berthier said, rising to his feet. He extended a hand towards Napoleon, offering a firm handshake.

Napoleon returned the gesture with a warm smile. "My pleasure," he replied graciously. "Let me escort you out."

With a nod of agreement, Napoleon and Berthier walked side by side toward the exit.

As they stepped outside, the night welcomed them with its ethereal charm. The sky above was clear, a canopy of stars shimmering like scattered diamonds, and a gentle breeze carried a sense of calm after the indulgent dinner.

A finely crafted carriage awaited Berthier, the coachman who saw Berthier coming out immediately hopped onto his seat.

"You really should move to the Chateau de Versailles, Bonaparte," Berthier commented. "It's way closer to Paris compared to Chantilly. That way, if you need something urgent from me, I can get there more quickly."