When Georgiana and Leoncourt arrived at Saint Luke Palace, Napoleon was practicing with a gun at the training ground.
He was wearing a military uniform today, covered by a gray coat. The soldiers surrounding him were all dressed more splendidly than he was.
Standing out from a crowd did not necessarily mean dressing more extravagantly than everyone else. Among the spectators, for instance, was one man dressed like a peacock.
Yet in terms of presence, he was clearly no match for Napoleon.
Georgiana, who had originally come storming over to fight him to the death, suddenly calmed down.
At that moment, he was not merely a man, but the leader of a nation. The sight of him raising his gun and firing was perfect for propaganda posters.
If she made a scene while he was handling serious business, then even if she was in the right, the people around them would think she was being unreasonable. So she had no choice but to wait from a distance with Monsieur Leoncourt.
Perhaps his marksmanship was poor, because he fired several shots without hitting the bullseye.
"That is a Prussian gun," Monsieur Leoncourt told Georgiana. "The Prussians fire very quickly. They can fire four times in a minute."
"What use is firing quickly if you cannot aim?" Pomona muttered.
She understood what Napoleon was thinking now.
Prussia had once been one of the nations that had intended to carve up France amid the chaos.
Historically, Napoleon had invaded Prussia, though she did not know in which year.
It was certainly wrong to prey on the weak, but Prussia had defeated France in the Seven Years' War. That had made them arrogant. In pursuit of firing speed, they had sacrificed the precision that mattered most in shooting.
Napoleon saw an "opportunity." He had