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7.72% Reincarnated as Napoleon / Chapter 32: Revelation

Capítulo 32: Revelation

Ciela's eyes trembled, betraying her inner turmoil, as Napoleon unraveled the web of deceit she had carefully woven. A veil of silence enveloped her, rendering her voiceless, as if a lump had materialized in her throat, blocking any words from escaping.

Napoleon leaned forward, his gaze fixed upon her, genuine curiosity etched across his face. "Ciela," he implored, his tone filled with earnestness, "I genuinely desire to know the truth of your origins. My mother's account of your past only heightened the enigma that surrounds you. Please, confide in me. I promise, your secret shall remain safe with me."

A hesitant sigh escaped Ciela's lips as she weighed her options. The fear of disbelief gnawed at her, but her heart yearned for trust, for someone to comprehend her remarkable tale.

"But, Napoleon... what I have to share may defy belief," she murmured, her voice barely audible, teetering on the edge of confession.

"I don't care," Napoleon said firmly, his gaze unwavering. "As long as it is the truth, no matter how extraordinary or improbable it may seem, I want to know."

Ciela swallowed the lump in her throat, her apprehension mingling with a glimmer of hope. She found solace in Napoleon's resolute support, feeling a growing trust that she had never experienced before. Taking a deep breath, she mustered the strength to speak her truth, her voice gaining a touch of conviction.

"The truth is, Napoleon, I came from the future," Ciela revealed and Napoleon's eyes widened at the revelation.

***

In the 21st century, in one of the high-end condominiums in Seoul, South Korea, a lady was singing in her room. The song was French and her soothing and lovely voice was like an angel softly whispering to the viewers listening to her live.

As she sang, she read her fans' comments, filling them with praises and complementing her skills in speaking French. Her heart swelled in gratitude as she absorbed the love and support from her virtual audience. As a virtual idol, or "Vtuber," her digital presence reached across borders, transcending physical limitations and connecting with people from all walks of life. Her soothing voice, paired with her charming personality, had garnered a dedicated following, and she cherished the interactions she had with her viewers.

But one of the audience members asked her one question.

"I'm from France and I'm wondering, how can you speak French so well? Your pronunciation is impeccable as if you were a native speaker," the comment read.

Soo Yun's heart skipped a beat as she read the inquiry. She had anticipated such questions, knowing that her fluency in French had raised curiosity among her fans.

The truth behind it was simple, is that she fell in love with a historic figure living in France whom she had discovered by stumbling in one of Youtube's historical videos by Oversimplified. Napoleonic Wars.

She was bored at that time, browsing Youtube to pass the time. And when a cute character pin of Napoleon in a thumbnail passed by her screen, she clicked. And from there, she was impressed and awed by Napoleon's humble roots and his rise to power.

She can't explain it to herself, she was drawn to his stories the moment she laid eyes on him. His charisma, intelligence, and audacity fascinated her, and she found herself delving deeper into his life and accomplishments. She devoured books, documentaries, and online resources, immersing herself in the world of Napoleonic history.

At one point, she even went to France and visited the historical sites associated with Napoleon. Standing in awe before the grandeur of the Palace of Versailles and walking the cobblestone streets of Paris, she felt a deep connection to the past, as if she could almost sense the echoes of Napoleon's presence.

And from there, she got influenced by Napoleon so much that her content revolved around the history of France where she shared her knowledge with her subscribers and audiences. It was fulfilling for her and even despite facing criticism for simping hard for Napoleon, she didn't let it deter her.

Not only that, her admiration for Napoleon led her to change her lifestyle. At first, she was eating what Koreans normally eat, but now she ate French cuisine like the famous Baguette, croissants, and escargot. She decorated her room with posters and memorabilia from the Napoleonic era.

Though she admired Napoleon, she couldn't deny that there were aspects of his character that she found deeply troubling and, at times, even repulsive. It wasn't just the fact that he simp hard for Josephine, who had betrayed him multiple times with her infidelity, but it was also the toll his ruthless ambition took on the lives of countless soldiers.

Well, all people have their own flaws, so Soo Yun stubbornly clung to the belief that Napoleon's imperfections were simply part of his complicated and captivating persona. She chose to focus on the brilliance of his strategic mind, his innovative reforms, and the significant impact he had on shaping modern France.

She even thought at one point that if she were to die in the future, she would like to be reincarnated back in time where she can meet Napoleon personally, make him hers, and perhaps even influence his actions for the better. The idea consumed her thoughts, blurring the line between fantasy and reality.

Returning back to the comment, Soo Yun smiled and replied to the comment.

[I studied French]

After that, Soo Yun bid farewell to her audience and ended her stream.

She leaned back in her gaming chair and hugged the pillow with Napoleon's image printed on it.

"I'm getting hungry," She mumbled. "I think I should head to the mall and buy some bread on Brioche Dorée. Okay! That's decided."

Soo Yun quickly changed into casual clothes and grabbed her bag, eager to satisfy her craving for French cuisine. As she walked out of her condominium, she couldn't help but feel a strange sensation, as if she were being watched. Glancing back, she caught a glimpse of a man wearing a black hoodie standing at the corner of the street, his eyes locked onto her. A shiver ran down Soo Yun's spine, and she picked up her pace, trying to shake off the feeling of unease. She convinced herself that it was just a coincidence, that there was no reason to be alarmed.

But when the unknown man started following every step she took, Soo Yun's unease escalated into fear. Soo Yun's footsteps quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she entered one of the dark alleys, hoping she could find a way to lose him. But to her surprise, the man rushed towards her and caught her.

"Help! Help! He—!" Soo Yun cried but the man covered her mouth and held her tightly, preventing her from making any further noise. Panic surged through Soo Yun's veins as she struggled against his grip, her mind racing to find a way out of this dangerous situation.

"You…how dare you love someone huh! Do you know how much I suffer whenever you utter that dead man's name in your stream?"

What is this…a stalker?

"What do you want from me?" Soo Yun managed to muffle the words, her voice strained against the intruder's hand covering her mouth.

But instead of receiving an answer, Soo Yun felt a sharp pain in her stomach, she looked down and saw a knife glinting in the dim light. The blade had pierced her abdomen, and a gasp of pain escaped her lips.

The stalker removed his hand from Soo Yun's mouth, his eyes widening in shock as he witnessed the gravity of his actions. Soo Yun's body trembled, weakened by the excruciating pain surging through her. Blood stained her clothes, seeping from the deep wound inflicted by the knife.

Fear and desperation mingled in the stalker's eyes, realizing the irreversible consequences of his impulsive act. He had succumbed to his own jealousy and obsession, driven to madness by Soo Yun's devotion to a historical figure. The weight of his actions crashed upon him like a wave, leaving him overwhelmed with remorse and regret.

Panicked, the stalker stumbled backward, his face pale and his hands trembling. He never intended for things to escalate to this level, to cause harm to the person he claimed to love in his twisted way. Guilt consumed him, tearing at his conscience.

"Forgive me... Please, forgive me. This isn't supposed to happen!" he pleaded, his voice barely audible, filled with anguish. He took a few faltering steps backward, distancing himself from Soo Yun's wounded form, as if he couldn't bear to look at what he had done, and ran away.

As the stalker vanished into the night, leaving Soo Yun alone and bleeding in the dark alley, her body weakened with each passing moment and her vision blurring.

She laid there, her hand trembling as she reached for her smartphone. The pain radiating from her abdomen made it difficult to focus, but she refused to give up. With one final effort, she managed to grab her phone, her fingers smearing the screen with her own blood. Her vision faded in and out, but she mustered all her remaining strength to dial the emergency number.

As the call connected, there was no energy left in Soo Yun's voice, her eyelids growing heavy—and closed. To think that she would die due to her admiration for historical figures. The one that changed her life and the main reason that ended it. It was a tragic irony that she couldn't comprehend in her final moments.

***

That was her story but that isn't the version she told Napoleon. She started her story by telling Napoleon she reincarnated as one of the daughters of a high-ranking noble in Spain and escaped from her residence at the age of thirteen to look for him.

"How is this possible? You are saying you came from the future? Why did you come for me then?" Napoleon asked.

"Because you are the only person I believe that can help and protect me," Ciela answered, but that was a lie. Before she passed away from her original world, she hoped that she would be reincarnated back in time when Napoleon is alive. Someone must have heard her wish and granted it.

"Protect you from who?"

"From this world," Ciela replied.

Inside Napoleon's mind, one of the hypotheses has been confirmed. That Ciela isn't from this world as there was no account of Napoleon having a personal maid. But just because she confessed doesn't necessarily mean he must, he must maintain the lie that he isn't also the original Napoleon.

So Napoleon acted shocked and surprised at the revelation, wrapping his head as if he couldn't make sense out of her story.

"But I also have doubts about you, Napoleon. How come you know a lot about things that aren't supposed to exist at this time. The steam locomotives, your knowledge in thermodynamics. I have studied you and the history of where you lived, you are not the man who introduced those concepts, it was others."

Inside Ciela's mind, the Napoleon in this world is different from the ones she learned in her original world. In this world, Napoleon was cool, talented, and a genius. Could it be that her reincarnation triggered some sort of butterfly effect?

Meanwhile, Napoleon gulped. Well if she came from the same world as him, it is understandable that she would be suspicious.

'This changes a lot of things' Napoleon thought to himself.


next chapter

Capítulo 33: Keeping Secrets

"What are you insinuating, Ciela? That I'm not the real Napoleon?" Napoleon's footsteps echoed through the room as he approached Ciela, who instinctively leaned back in her chair, her heart pounding.

"I-I didn't mean it that way," Ciela stammered, her voice betraying a mix of fear and concern. "I'm just trying to express that you seem different from the Napoleon I knew..."

Napoleon's eyes narrowed, his gaze penetrating Ciela's. He took a moment to steady himself before responding. "But isn't that akin to suggesting..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ciela interrupted, her voice trembling. "I apologize if my words came across as disrespectful or dismissive, Napoleon. What I meant to say is that you possess knowledge and ideas that seem far beyond your time."

Napoleon's stern expression softened, curiosity mingling with his growing confusion. "Knowledge beyond my time? What do you mean?"

Ciela took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "In the year 1784, concepts such as thermodynamics and steam engines were yet to be introduced. But you, at the tender age of fourteen, possess a deep understanding of these modern ideas. It's as if you have a glimpse into the future."

Napoleon's mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to tread carefully, keeping his secret hidden at all costs. He couldn't let Ciela or anyone else know that he too hailed from the 21st century.

"So are you saying that my knowledge is fake?" Napoleon asked, his voice tinged with a hint of skepticism.

Ciela shook her head gently, her eyes filled with empathy. "No, Napoleon, that's not what I'm suggesting at all. Your knowledge is undoubtedly real, but it could be coming from a different source altogether."

Napoleon's brow furrowed in confusion. "A different source? What do you mean?"

Ciela glanced around the room, making sure no one else was within earshot. She leaned forward, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Have you ever heard of the concept of a multiverse, Napoleon? It suggests that our universe may not be the only one, but rather one of many existing parallels to each other."

Napoleon's expression turned skeptical. "Parallel universes? That sounds like a far-fetched notion, Ciela. How could such a thing be possible?"

Ciela paused for a moment, considering her words carefully. She knew she had to convince Napoleon that his unique knowledge could be attributed to a natural, albeit extraordinary, phenomenon. "It may sound fantastical, but many scientists believe in the possibility of a multiverse. According to this theory, each universe could have its own unique set of physical laws, governing the behavior of matter and energy. It's conceivable that in this universe, scientific understanding is more advanced compared to my own world."

A glimmer of hope sparked within Napoleon's eyes, mixed with a sense of relief. If Ciela believed that his knowledge could be explained by the concept of a multiverse, then perhaps he could maintain his charade and protect his secret.

"You may be onto something, Ciela," Napoleon responded, his voice tinged with both curiosity and caution. "Perhaps this multiverse theory can provide an explanation for my unconventional knowledge.

Ciela nodded, a sense of understanding passing between them.

"Napoleon, if this theory holds true, it means that you are indeed the real Napoleon, just from a different universe."

Napoleon smiled. "Yeah, that may be the case…still, I can't believe that such phenomena exist. That's why your manner of speech is so alien to me."

"So, what are you going to do to me now, Napoleon? Now that you learned of my true identity," Ciela said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you going to abandon me?"

Napoleon placed a hand on her shoulder and pressed it gently. "I won't. I told you, I simply wanted to know the truth and swore that I will keep it. My impression of you won't change and you can work for me as my personal maid. I believe that you, being with my side, would help me rise through the ranks. Also, I have taught you knowledge and martial arts. So it would be a waste to let go of your potential."

Ciela's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and gratitude flooding her expression. "You mean...you still trust me? Even after everything I've revealed?"

Napoleon offered her a reassuring smile. "That's right."

"Then," Ciela grabbed Napoleon's hand and placed it on her cheek. "I'll do my best to serve you," she softly whispered.

"G-Good," Napoleon's heart skipped a beat at the intimate gesture. He could feel the warmth of Ciela's cheek against his palm, the softness of her skin sending a shiver down his spine. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as their connection deepened.

Moments later, Napoleon moved his hand away from her cheek and cleared his throat.

"Just to make it clear, I'm the only one who knows your true identity right? That you are not from this world but to a world that is centuries ahead of our time," Napoleon said.

Ciela nodded, her gaze fixed on him.

"Okay, we will keep it that way. We should return downstairs, my family might be looking for us."

With a nod, Ciela and Napoleon descended the stairs, and in the dining room of Napoleon's manor, he found his family still eating their food. Letizia waved her hand at her son, beckoning them to join again.

As they returned to their seat, Napoleon glanced at his father, Carlo Bonaparte. According to Letizia, Carlo is suffering from an unknown disease that is affecting him within.

Napoleon made sure to keep track of his family members' data in his system. According to it, Carlo Bonaparte would die of stomach cancer on 24 February 1785. If the disease he is having is stomach cancer, then there's nothing Napoleon could do to change the course of events. Having that disease in the late eighteenth century is a death sentence due to the limited medical knowledge and treatment options available at the time.

He may not have connected deeply with his new family in this world but he felt a pang of sadness that Carlo would die inevitably. It's even sad to realize that only he and Ciela know of his impending death.

Napoleon glanced around at his family and saw their joyous laughter, the innocence of their conversations, and the love they shared. It was a bittersweet sight, knowing that their happiness would eventually be overshadowed by the impending loss.

"Everyone," Napoleon spoke, and the conversation between his siblings and parents stopped. "I won't be able to stay here longer as I have a business to manage in Paris. Next year I will attend Ecole Militaire. You don't have to worry about anything about me, as I can provide for myself. I will make sure to send money monthly to help with the household expenses."

Letizia reached for Napoleon's hand and held it tightly. "Napoleon, my dear son, we understand your ambitions and your need to pursue your own path. But remember, no matter where life takes you, you will always have a place in our hearts and in this home. We are proud of you, and we will support you in any way we can."

His siblings, too, expressed their understanding and support, assuring him that they would be there for him whenever he needed them.

His father, Carlo Bonaparte, remained silent, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Napoleon could sense his father's weakening health, the weight of the unknown disease taking its toll on his body. Despite their differences and the secret he held, Napoleon couldn't help but feel a surge of compassion for the man who raised him in this world.

Napoleon stood up from his seat and approached his father, his expression somber yet determined. "Father, I know we may not see eye to eye on many things, but I want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me. You've provided me with a home, an education, and a family. Your sacrifices will always be remembered."

"Come on, you are making it sound like I'm going to pass away," Carlo chuckled. "Let's just enjoy our food."

Napoleon's heart sank at his father's attempt to lighten the mood. He knew that the impending tragedy was no laughing matter, but he also understood that his father was trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy in the face of uncertainty.

"You are right, father. I'm making this family gathering a bit heavy. Let's focus on the present moment and enjoy our time together," Napoleon said, mustering a smile.

The atmosphere lightened as the family resumed their meal, laughter, and conversation filling the room once more.


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