Chapter 357 Not the Family Reunion you Expect
Chapter 357 Not the Family Reunion you Expect
Back within the grand walls of the Palace of Versailles, the Bonaparte Imperial Family found themselves reunited at last. Rather than partaking in jubilant celebrations, they collectively chose a moment of serene togetherness, gathering in the sumptuously appointed drawing room of the palace.
Settling into the plush embrace of the luxurious sofas, the atmosphere was filled with a comfortable silence, each member of the family was lost in their own thoughts as they exchanged knowing glances. It was a rare moment of calm, a brief respite from their public duties, and they savored it. However, the silence was not to last, as curiosity and familial bond soon took over.
“So, how was overseeing New France, brother?” Tristan, with his characteristic curiosity and keen interest in the affairs of the empire, was the first to break the silence. His gaze was intent on Francis, eager to hear of his brother’s experiences in the distant lands.
Francis, taking a moment to collect his thoughts, responded with a contemplative tone. “It was a journey of discovery, to say the least. New France is brimming with potential, laden with mineral riches and untapped resources waiting to be explored. If managed wisely, it could indeed ascend to become one of the Empire of France’s most prosperous territories.”
He paused, his eyes reflecting his passion for the subject as he continued, “And it’s not just New France. Mexico and Canada, too, have shown promising signs. In fact, oil prospectors down in Texas have recently struck oil in the region, a find that could significantly bolster our empire’s energy resources.”
“Hmm…” Tristan hummed aloud, digesting the information his brother had just shared. “Well in the Spanish colony of Venezuela, we have also found oil in the region of Maracaibo. The Spaniards are quite excited about it, and it seems to be a significant find.”
Francis nodded in acknowledgment, “Yes, the news has reached us as well. It seems like oil is becoming a more prevalent resource in the Americas.”
“But isn’t it the Middle East that has the vast amount of oil reserves?” Aveline interjected, displaying her keen interest in global affairs.
Francis nodded in response, “You’re absolutely right, Aveline. The Middle East is indeed rich in oil reserves, and it has been a focal point for global energy supply for many years. However, the discovery of oil in the Americas opens up new opportunities for us, allowing for greater energy independence and security. As we all know, the religion of the Middle East differs from that in Europe. And so there is this inevitable cultural and political tension, which can sometimes translate into instability in the oil market. Having our own sources of oil in the Americas could serve as a safeguard against such uncertainties…Don’t you think so father?”
“Well, why bother with the people in the Middle East? It’s the Empire of France colony. If there is dissent or revolt, we simply put it down like we always do. Right Father?”
Francis and Tristan both looked at their father, eager to hear his perspective on the matter. The patriarch of the Bonaparte family, a seasoned leader with years of experience in politics and governance, took a moment before responding.
“You both make valid points,” he began, his voice steady and authoritative. “Francis, diversifying our energy sources is indeed a wise strategy. It enhances our energy security and gives us more leverage in international affairs. Tristan, while it’s true that we have the power to quell dissent, it’s not always the most effective or sustainable solution.”
He paused, making sure he had their full attention before continuing.
“Maintaining control through force can be costly, and it can breed resentment among the populace. Over time, this can lead to bigger problems and can even jeopardize our rule. Diplomacy and strategic partnerships are often more beneficial in the long run. Which is why I’m lenient towards their religion. But they must know that my patience has its limit. If the people revolt despite us giving them good conditions, we will remind them who the boss is.”
Napoleon finished his statement with a firm tone, asserting his authority and experience in these matters. “How about you, Tristan? How was the Spanish Empire?”
“Well, I’m asserting our control in South America, because that’s the crown jewel of the Spanish Empire. We might expand our influence in Southeast Asia, particularly in the mainland Southeast Asian region.”
“It’s good that the two of you are thinking of expanding your empire while I’m here, resolving conflict in Southern Italy,” Aveline chimed in and sighed.
“What’s the matter with Naples?” Francis asked, genuinely curious about Aveline’s internal affairs.
Aveline leaned back, a hint of frustration in her eyes as she began to share her experience. “Ever since the unification of the Kingdom of Italy, there have been elements of resistance, particularly in the South. Many in Naples and the surrounding regions feel that the unification has not benefited them as much as it has in the North.”
She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing. “There’s a sense of discontent and a feeling of being left behind. The infrastructure in the South is not as developed, and the economy is not as strong. This has led to unrest, and there are groups that are using this dissatisfaction to fuel resistance against our rule.”
“Is the southern infrastructure truly that behind?” Tristan exclaimed softly, looking at Aveline, his eyes searching hers for answers.
“I have passed bills, initiated projects, and allocated funds, aiming to bolster the infrastructure and overall economic conditions of the South. However, progress is slow, and the results are not immediate. The people are growing impatient, and some are questioning our commitment to their welfare,” Aveline responded, her tone reflecting the complexity of the situation.
“Ahh…to think they are burdening my big sister despite her doing her best. This is unforgivable. I’m sure this is their way of revolting against your rule. After all, Italy is led by a French origin…”
“But father said we are of Italian descent. Our father’s parents came from Genoa, Italy. So technically, we are Italian as well,” Francis interjected, correcting his brother and trying to alleviate some of the tension.
“But still, she’s a daughter of the French Emperor. That little detail can be twisted and used as propaganda by those who wish to stir discontent,” Tristan responded. “Brother, I heard a dissent when I heard one. After all, I experience it all the time in South America. And you know what I always do? I crushed them down, so they would never think of resisting again.”
Francis raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his brother’s approach but also concerned about its implications. “That might work in the short term, Tristan, but don’t you think that could lead to more problems in the long run? People might comply out of fear, but that doesn’t mean they are loyal or happy. Resentment could build up, and you might end up with a bigger rebellion on your hands. Haven’t you heard of our father?”
“Father, with all due respect, the idea you presented earlier was idealistic. Ever since the birth of the French Empire nationality and republicanism swept all over the world. At one point in time, people under our colonies will demand independence. But just like what my father said, if we treat them better and still revolt, that’s where we will have to put our foot down.”
Napoleon and Ciela exchanged glances and smiled.
“This isn’t the reunion I imagined it to be,” Napoleon said.
“Same here, who would have thought that our main topic would be about managing our colonial affairs?”
Meanwhile, there’s one person in the family who can’t relate or understand what’s happening.
“I am not liking this,” Daphne muttered under his breath and pouted.
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