"Every king intends to erase the traces of his predecessor after settling in Paris." Bonaparte said calmly, "and then establish the traces left by himself. Today's Paris has become completely different from the Paris of the Roman period."

"Ship of Theseus," said Georgiana.

Judging from Napoleon's expression, he seemed to understand.

"I discussed an issue with Archbishop Caprara, about the father's forgiveness of his son in the New Testament, and the subsequent issue of the elect and the outcast." Georgiana said, "I thought..."

"I don't really want to hear a woman preach," Napoleon said, "especially on the battlefield of a religious war."

"I think you should understand one thing, Leon." Georgiana said softly, "In a confused society, women can find a fixed job to give them a sense of security. We don't have to rely on men to live.

No need to be a 'yes' woman like Miss Sally."

"I rarely hear you say 'yes'." He said impatiently, "Even Lucien knows the value of diamonds. A small pocket can be exchanged for a lot of money."

"He took a lot from the Spanish royal family, didn't he?" Georgiana asked.

He turned to glare at her.

"Are you still thinking about the heir?" Georgiana asked.

"You are explaining to me why you don't stay with women." Napoleoni said calmly, "You want to work?"

"At that moment, when I faced those refugees, strength made me feel safe. If I were not a witch, I would not have rashly entered such a dangerous ancient battlefield." Georgiana said seriously, "I think this is the case.

I still have some sense of judgment."

"what do you want?"

"I want to be your Merlin, even though I am a woman."

Napoleon smiled.

"King Arthur doesn't exist at all. It's a made-up story." Facing her gaze, he said in language as sharp as a sword, "Of course there are the Knights of the Round Table and Merlin."

"Then what did you just see?" Georgiana asked.

He didn't answer and turned to look at the ancient battlefield shrouded in mist.

"Oh!" she exclaimed in disbelief, "do you think that werewolf is the same as the big buffalo that Charlemagne hunted, just a bigger wolf?"

"I don't need religious fanaticism to boost the morale of the army, nor do I need mysticism and witchcraft." He said sternly, "You said that my encounter with the Black Death in Egypt was God's arrangement. You are talking like the priests.

Almost like going to hell."

Georgiana suddenly realized that the raiding Guardsmen were like the Templars protecting civilians on the pilgrimage, except that they were protecting the villagers of Brittany.

As for the Mamluks, they probably haven't realized this yet. They obeyed the Sultan's orders, and hunting made their blood boil. The soldiers were trained to quickly annihilate the target. As for the consequences of doing so, they had no control over it.

Like a chariot, it roared past, destroying both the good and the bad, leaving only ruins in the end.

Seeing their hometown and beloved city destroyed like this, some Italians do not regard the French as "liberators" like the Milanese.

But Napoleon did not give those soldiers such encouragement. They were timid before fighting. Such a team would definitely not take the initiative to face darkness and fear.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered.

"I would tell other women to have faith. I hope you won't be superstitious. Do you also want the title of a pious person?"

Georgiana shook her head.

Then he turned his head and ignored her.
Chapter completed!