The door leading to the balcony opened at some point, the evening breeze blew the curtains, and in the darkness, a pool of silver-white figures loomed.

"His Majesty?"

The silver-white figure made Maria's voice: "Are you okay?"

Even with Napoleon's determination, his palms could not help but tremble. Anyone who encounters such a strange situation will be scared, especially if you know that there are "ghosts" in this world.

"Your Majesty...why don't you answer me?"

The silver-white figure walked into the room and walked toward Napoleon sadly: "Don't you recognize me if I change my skin?"

"You..." Napoleon finally spoke: "Are you Maria?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I am back."

The silver-white figure squirmed, growing into a beautiful and charming face, followed by a voluptuous body and a slender waist...

The black folding fan opened to cover the corners of her mouth, her eyes were charming and breathtaking, and the familiar feeling returned.

"You really are a devil."

Maria smiled: "Whether it's a devil or a human being, in the face of absolute interests, these are not important."

With that said, Maria took a step forward and came to the opposite side of the desk: "It has been two days since I returned to Paris. I know exactly what the Wisdom Cult did to your Majesty. I am very angry, Your Majesty."

"angry?"

Napoleon looked into her eyes and could not see a trace of anger.

"How dare they treat you like this!" Maria's pupils shrank and her voice trembled: "You are Napoleon Bonaparte! How dare Anatole, a little thief who steals the name of wisdom, disrespect you?!"

The strange familiar feeling came again, stronger than before.

Napoleon could always feel a strange sense of trust in Maria, as if they had known each other for many years and were already close.

But he and Maria had only known each other for two years, so how could they have the illusion that they had known each other for decades?

In the past, Napoleon just felt that he had been sleeping for too long, his memory was confused, and he would confuse Maria with other people. Now he knows the identity of Maria's devil...

"Chretien? Is that you?"

Napoleon asked cautiously.

"His Majesty."

Maria neither admitted nor denied: "Your glory should not be limited to this small palace. You should continue to lead the people of Paris to fight in all directions."

The familiar feeling became even stronger. Napoleon stood up and looked at Maria in disbelief: "Chretien?! You...you..."

Seeing that Napoleon was always struggling with his identity, Maria could only sigh: "Your Majesty, long time no see."

"Why are you here! Why are you a devil?!"

Napoleon felt that his memory was torn. Chretien de Chevalier was one of his most trusted generals half a century ago. Chrétien was by his side in the Battle of Waterloo, followed by Chretien.

Rhétien brought him back to Paris from the island...

After the collapse of the Hundred Days Dynasty, he died, and Chretien was also sent to the guillotine. Since then, the Chevalier family has declined rapidly, and in Maria's generation, she was the only one left.

Chretien is dead!

Who is standing in front of him?

Napoleon finally figured out where that strange familiar feeling came from.

Maria de Chevalier, every move, word and deed she makes carries the shadow of Chretien!

How could he not be familiar with it!

The most trusted general...the closest confidant...is actually a devil?

Napoleon took a step back with a pale face and fell into his chair, unable to accept the reality.

"Your Majesty, I know you well and know that you should not be a canary in a cage. You should fight back."

Maria said quickly: "You have not lost yet! You have the support of millions of Paris people! You have the Guards! As long as you give the order, the church will not dare to do anything to you!"

"As long as you are willing...I will also help you."

Napoleon laughed miserably: "Are you trying to persuade me to surrender to the ancient gods?"

"No, no! I didn't ask you to seek refuge with the ancient gods. I simply wanted you to resist instead of sitting in the palace feeling sorry for yourself."

Maria picked up the flag that had been knocked down when Napoleon slapped the table: "I will give you the greatest possible help."

"What's the price?"

"There is no price." Maria smiled slightly: "Consider it the end of my loyalty to you. My mission is about to end. Before the master calls me back, I am willing to do my best for Your Majesty!"

"After helping me, you are leaving?"

"My master, the Ancient God of Contract, Belial, is about to return. The day he comes to rule the world will be the day I leave."

Napoleon nodded without reservation or sadness. He was a little numb now and didn't know what to say.

The most trusted general was not dead, and he was happy for this.

The general he trusted the most was a devil, always lurking around him, and he felt sad about it.

Maria is back, but she has to leave sooner or later. Before she leaves, she has to put an end to her loyalty so that everyone can get together...

Chretien is still going to die.

He is still lonely.

"Your Majesty, do you have a plan?"

"I...."

Napoleon glanced at Caesar's autographed letter on the table and said: "It's still the same as before, looking for the Doomsday Party, obtaining experimental data on alchemical technology, and starting research."

"You should understand that the church will not allow you to conduct relevant research."

"So I need a trustworthy subordinate to disguise himself as a doomsday party and conduct research on alchemical technology." Napoleon looked at Maria and said, "You can no longer appear in London as Maria de Chevalier.

Let’s change my identity.”

“Would you like me to supervise research?”

"I hope you can help me get experimental data on alchemy technology."

Maria nodded: "I understand, Your Majesty."

When Maria returned to the balcony and was about to leave, Napoleon suddenly asked: "Were you the devil who used magic to sacrifice the residents of the slums that day?"

Maria paused and did not look back: "In my whole life, I have only been loyal to Belial and you. I don't care about others."

She was gone, and Napoleon didn't know her devil's name.

As a demon, she was loyal to Belial, the ancient god of contract, but when she was Maria Chretien, she was loyal to him, Napoleon Bonaparte!

Standing on the balcony, feeling the cool evening breeze, Napoleon finally made a decision.

Returning to the room, he rang the bell.

Jingle Bell--

Click...

The maid walked into the room and asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"I want to see Anatole and tell him that I figured it out."

"yes."

The maid turned and left, and within twenty minutes, Anatole appeared in the room.

"You figured it out?"

"...Yes."

"Very good." Anatole nodded with a smile: "This is the choice of a wise man. As long as you are willing to obey the church and lower your proud head, I guarantee that you will be the emperor of the empire."

"You executed my ministers in the name of heresy. Even if I compromise with you, so what? The kingdom's affairs need to be handled and the public order needs to be maintained. Does the church have to cross the kingdom and have direct contact with the people?"

"Execute the ministers around you because they have an affair with the Doomsday Party and the Ancient God!"

Anatole snorted coldly: "Do you think I am deliberately targeting you? Maria de Chevalier is someone you rely on! The result? She is a devil! She is a spy planted by the ancient gods in the Apocalypse God System!

If it weren’t for her, how could Nereida’s plan fail?”

"..."

"At first I also suspected that you were having an affair with the ancient gods, but then I thought about it. It was my decision to resurrect you and it had nothing to do with the ancient gods. You have the support of the Wisdom Divine Religion and you have no reason to seek refuge with them." Anatole said.

He waved his hand and said: "From now on, you will be responsible for the affairs of the kingdom. You can continue to be your king and make the people feel at ease. Don't interfere with other matters."

"good."

Anatole left, removing the knights who had blocked the Champs Elysées and lifting Napoleon's house arrest.

Even if there are people watching his every move secretly, it is still better than restricting personal freedom in the open.

After regaining his freedom, Napoleon began to promote ministers again. With countless supporters, he did not worry about losing loyalists. As long as he was still there, everything was fine.
To be continued...