"Bitch."
The man from Liverpool lowered his telescope, then glanced at Severus's expression and swallowed the curse that had been about to follow.
If you wanted to contact a secret organization and discovered that their original residence was gone, the best way was to look around their target.
Napoleon Bonaparte was both easy and difficult to find. When he intended to hide his movements, few could discover him. But when he left Tuileries Palace with great fanfare, accompanied by a large retinue and staff, he was impossible to ignore.
Severus followed him all the way to Saint Luke Palace. Before long, he saw a man and woman step down from a small carriage, and one of them was Pomona.
Yet he did not rush forward to acknowledge her. Instead, he waited to see what she would do, and ended up witnessing the scene of her passionately kissing Napoleon Bonaparte.
She did not seem reluctant in the slightest. She even appeared to be enjoying herself. Napoleon was smiling happily as well, as though they were a pair of lovers deeply in love.
Relations between Britain and France were dreadful in the early nineteenth century. Money was innocent, the bounty had been canceled, and British spies had no desire to become Paris's police commissioner. So Severus, who had caused such a commotion in Paris some time ago, was regarded by them as a hero. Calling her a bitch was already mild for the man from Liverpool, and that was only out of consideration for Severus.
Women in love sometimes could not distinguish between major rights and wrongs. War was too distant for women living peacefully and happily behind the lines. Only when the defenses maintained by the men protecting them were breached would they understand war's cruelty.
"Do you still want to