For some reason, President Jacques felt terrible that morning.
As he read through the news briefing, an inexplicable unease gnawed at him.
To dispel that unease, he arrived at the Élysée Palace earlier than usual, hoping to work at a higher intensity and shake it off.
Not long after sitting down at his desk, 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 worrying about why the French Ministry of Magic had come, it was better to focus on the urgent documents before him.
The urgent documents had already formed a small stack, including protest letters over advancing nuclear testing, union opposition to social welfare reforms, a draft proposal to stimulate employment...
He had just finished dealing with the employment stimulus proposal and was about to stretch when he saw a glove appear on the door.
The glove moved, taking on the gesture of knocking, and gently rapped on the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
The knocking was not loud, yet it made President Jacques suck in a sharp breath.
A gentle, weathered voice rang out. "President Jacques, pardon the interruption!"
As the words fell, accompanied by an extremely soft pop, the wizard mentioned in the notice appeared before him.
In fact, on the day he became President of France, President Jacques had met Minister Bonaparte and knew both his voice and appearance.
Which meant that the gentle, weathered voice just now belonged to the wizard accompanying Minister Bonaparte.
He was a tall, thin elder wearing a purple-red robe and high-heeled boots with buckles. His silver hair and beard were astonishingly long, long enough to braid or tuck into his belt.
"President Jacques, allow me to introduce..." Minister Bonaparte, dressed in a dark blue