The greatest feature of the French Revolution was its sheer speed. Once an uprising began, it either succeeded at once or failed immediately—there was never any such thing as a protracted war.
This time was no exception. The nations of continental Europe had only just received the news when the thunderous Second Revolution drew to a close.
There were no surprises. The Paris Revolutionary Government, which had long since lost the people's support, exited the stage of history, and the radicals seized power.
As the leader of this revolution, Daniel was currently brimming with high spirits as he pointed out the course of the nation. He had every reason to be proud: before even reaching thirty, he had taken control of a country's supreme power.
"Mr. Daniel, we've captured Robert, that traitor who sold out the nation. When do you think we should execute him?"
When the tree fell, the monkeys scattered. With the collapse of the Paris Revolutionary Government, the politicians who sensed danger had long vanished without a trace. Revolutionaries were professionals at this sort of thing, except for late-witted unlucky fools like Robert.
As the scapegoat everyone had pushed forward, Robert had done only one thing during his presidency: go to Vienna and sign the armistice treaty.
The moment the treaty took effect, this unlucky president's political life came to an end. Burdened with the infamy of a traitor and stripped of the presidency, Robert naturally found his doorstep deserted, and even his sources of information dried up.
So while every senior government official had successfully fled, only this unlucky fool had remained oblivious until too late and fallen into the hands of the new government.
"Andrew, don't be hasty. Now that he's in our hands, he can't run away.
"No matter what, Robert was once the