章 214: The Aftermath and France's Action

The same day, two hours later. Republic of France. Palace of Versailles.

Berthier's footsteps echoed urgently down the polished hallway of the Palace of Versailles. His breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted toward Napoleon's office. As he rounded the final corner, he spotted Beaumont, standing watch by the door.

Berthier skidded to a halt, his chest heaving, and nodded briskly at Beaumont. "Is the First Consul inside?" he inquired, his voice edged with a sense of urgency that brooked no delay.

Beaumont quickly recognized Berthier despite his breathless appearance. He nodded, his demeanor respectful but tinged with curiosity. 

"Yes, Your Excellency," he replied. 

  "I need to speak with him immediately," he declared.

Understanding the significance of Berthier's plea, Beaumont inclined his head in acknowledgment. "I will announce your arrival."