For some reason, President Jacques felt in terrible condition that morning.
As he read the news briefing, his heart was plagued by an inexplicable unease.
To dispel that inexplicable unease, he arrived at the Élysée Palace earlier than usual, hoping to shake it off with a heavier workload.
He had only just sat down at his desk when he received a notice from the French Ministry of Magic: Minister Bonaparte would be visiting his presidential office with another wizard.
For President Jacques, rather than fret over why the French Ministry of Magic was coming, it was better to focus on handling the urgent documents in front of him.
The urgent documents had already piled up into a small stack, including letters of protest received over the advancement of nuclear testing, union objections provoked by social welfare reforms, a draft for stimulating employment...
He had just finished dealing with the draft for stimulating employment and was about to stretch when he saw that a glove had appeared on the door.
The glove moved, forming the gesture of knocking, and gently rapped on the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
The knock was not loud, yet it made President Jacques suck in a breath of cold air.
A gentle, weathered voice rang out. "President Jacques, sorry to disturb you!"
As the words fell, accompanied by an extremely soft "pop," the wizards mentioned in the notice appeared before him.
In fact, on the very day he had become President of France, President Jacques had already met Minister Bonaparte and knew his voice and appearance.
In other words, that gentle, weathered voice just now had come from the wizard accompanying Minister Bonaparte.
He was a tall, thin elder, wearing a purple-red robe and a pair of high-heeled boots with buckles. His silver hair and silver beard