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In front of His Majesty the Emperor's bed, a woman with a beautiful face was making a report: "...... Yesterday, the Third Army Corps of the newly formed Revolutionary Army has completed its training and reorganization, and officially set off for Besançon, and the Fourth Army Corps has also officially begun recruitment and training...... In addition, according to the report of the commander of the Royal Fleet, Field Marshal Louis, the fleet's first voyage to sea went very smoothly, and during the patrol it eliminated three bands of pirates entrenched in the vicinity of our coastal waters, and the battle was very successful......"

It was Miss Sophie who gave the report, and her voice was smooth and high, full of confidence and strength all the way, but what she said could be regarded as good news for the most part.

"Alright, that's it. The tired voice of the Emperor Napoleon came from the bed, interrupting her report: "I'm a little tired, you can make up your own mind about those things, and you don't need to report them to me." ”

Miss Sophie's eyes darkened for a moment, but she didn't say anything more, and stepped back respectfully and left the room.

But as soon as she walked out of the room, the confidence and high-spiritedness on her face suddenly collapsed, anxious, tired, heartbroken, and sad...... All kinds of negative emotions came to her face, making her look very haggard.

Her haggard is not because of the busyness of government affairs, the fatigue of work, nor the pressure that has surged from all sides after she took charge of the country, but because of His Majesty Napoleon.

After a great defeat on the banks of the Rhine, a catastrophe and a difficult return to the country, His Majesty Napoleon fell ill all at once.

And this disease is "sick" to the present.

His Majesty Napoleon seemed to be very tired at all times, unable to keep up his spirits all day, and spent most of his days lying in bed, sometimes with his eyes open, sometimes with his eyes closed, looking indescribably decadent and powerless.

And he seemed to be very insensitive to everything, whether it was political affairs, military affairs, or other miscellaneous matters, he seemed to be indifferent, and even handed them over to Miss Sophie and other ministers on the grounds of illness, and let them discuss and solve them themselves.

Of course, if you are really sick and can't concentrate on the problem, that's understandable.

But a contingent of royal physicians, masters of the Society of Physicians, and even medical saints from other countries gave the same answer after seeing His Majesty Napoleon: they could not find the cause of the disease, and did not know how to cure it.

Miss Sophie certainly knew why they couldn't find the cause, why they couldn't be treated.

Because His Majesty the Emperor has a heart disease, and there is no cure for heart disease!

His Majesty's heart, dead!

He is no longer the Emperor Majesty who was in the past, ambitious, confident, unfathomable, adorable, dependent, and awe-inspiring.

He's more like an old man in his last years, twilight waiting to die.

Faced with such a situation, of course, Miss Sophie would not allow it. Over the years, she has cried and begged, provoked, moved with affection and reasoned, invited veterans who first followed His Majesty the Emperor, invited children who regarded His Majesty Napoleon as an idol, please come......

But these exhortations and efforts were useless, and His Majesty's heart was still dead and silent, and there was no trace of re-energizing and twists and turns.

"Hey. With a faint sigh, Miss Sophie wiped a trace of tears from the corners of her eyes and walked out of the palace.

At this time, there was a commotion in the distance, and it was a sharp female voice.

"Why are you stopping me? I am the fiancée of His Majesty the Emperor! The future Empress of France! The mistress of this country! Why are you holding me back from me, you unsightly things! Did you tell the? What kind of thing is she? Ah? You are so obedient? I want to see Your Majesty! Why don't you get out of my way!"

Miss Sophie quickened her pace and walked over.

Sure enough, it was Archduke Louisa, the former Grand Duke of Austria and one of the four archpriests of the Witch Cult.

"I ordered you to be stopped, is there a problem?" said Miss Sophie, whose face remained unchanged and her tone was cold.

And Grand Duke Louisa did not show weakness: "Why are you stopping me? Just because of your current status as an acting state minister? Do you really take yourself seriously? Your husband is dead, and there is no goods in your stomach! After all, you are a courtier! I am the fiancée of His Majesty the Emperor! Why are you qualified to stop me?"

"I think I've said it countless times!" Miss Sophie's eyes were cold, and her tone was still stiff: "Our country has officially terminated its cooperation with your organization! Correspondingly, the marriage contract has long been annulled! We only continue to take you in and shelter you because of our friendship with your organization in the past, please recognize your identity clearly! Don't destroy our relationship with your organization because of our own selfish desires, and cause irreparable losses!"

But the Grand Duke Louisa still did not mean to give in: "Hehe, do you think that now that you are in charge of state affairs, you are the emperor of France? If you say that you will terminate cooperation, you will terminate cooperation, and if you say that you will abolish the marriage contract, what kind of thing are you? Ah? You are abusing power for personal gain! If you have the ability, let Your Majesty personally give an order! If you have the ability, let me go to your Majesty!"

As if her patience had run out, Miss Sophie didn't say much, but waved her hand and gave the order: "Blasting her out of me! I don't want to see her in the palace!"

Immediately, the palace guards did not spare any hand, and surrounded the Grand Duke Louisa.

Although Grand Duke Louisa's martial arts are not weak and he has the strength of a venerable person, there are also many masters among the palace guards, even if he struggles to resist, he is still quickly subdued, knocked unconscious, and taken out.

"Well, I don't want her to appear in the palace in the future and disturb Your Majesty, understand?"

She didn't go far, but walked straight to a large mansion with a high wall next to the Grand Palace.

After being identified by two gatekeepers, she was allowed into the mansion.

As soon as he entered the door, what appeared in front of him was a huge martial arts field, and the rows of teenagers on the martial arts field stood straight, their spears held high, and they meticulously practiced their moves with the order.

And their bodies often have internal qi rising, making the martial arts arena look very hot and dry.

It was the site of the newly built French Imperial Musket Corps.

Skirting the martial arts field, Miss Sophie walked into the back of the station, inside a large house.

The house is spacious, and under the huge banner of "One for All, All for One", a group of powerful martial arts masters are discussing something fiercely.

But as soon as they saw Miss Sophie walking in, their voices were stunned, and then they hurriedly said goodbye and left.

After a while, there were only two people left in the room.

Miss Sophie, and d'Artagnan, who slowly rose from her throne.