In the span of just two months, Napoleon immersed himself in a whirlwind of meetings with prominent French industrialists. His focus was clear: to negotiate and finalize the terms and conditions for the adoption of his groundbreaking steam-powered machinery. With an unwavering determination, Napoleon emphasized one crucial stipulation during each encounter – the absolute prohibition on selling his revolutionary technology to any other parties.

In these captivating discussions, Napoleon captivated the industrialists with his visionary ideas and unwavering commitment to progress. He passionately conveyed the potential that his steam-powered machinery held for transforming entire industries, revolutionizing production processes, and driving unprecedented economic growth. With an air of confidence, he assured the industrialists that their exclusive access to this remarkable innovation would grant them a significant competitive advantage.

The shrewdness of Napoleon's negotiation strategy became evident as the industrialists readily accepted his terms, recognizing the immense value and potential profitability of his steam-powered machinery.

Thanks to that, Napoleon would be receiving royalties per month. That money would be used to finance his next project and help his family back in Corsica with their financial needs, which is the thing they needed as ever since he left Corsica, his siblings increased.

According to the letters, Napoleon had three new siblings, Elisa, Louis, Pauline, Caroline. All of them would play a significant role in Napoleon's rise to power and the subsequent events of his life. Especially Lucien, who helped Napoleon seize control during the French Revolution.

He promised his mother that he would return to Corsica after his graduation. Speaking of graduation, it's only a few days away, but before concluding the semester, he arranged a meeting with someone in the school courtyard.

"What do you want, Napoleon? Are you here to brag that you graduated top of the class?" Louis asked, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Napoleon shook his head. "Nope, I know it's been almost a year since I borrowed money from you, and I wanted to pay you back before I completely forget about it."

Louise glanced at Napoleon's hand, an envelope clutched tightly in his grasp. His annoyance gave way to surprise as he realized the significance of the moment. "You... you actually remembered," Louis stammered a mix of astonishment and gratitude evident in his voice.

"What the hell is that reaction?" Napoleon let out a chuckle. "Well, I have been busy with other things, I hope you can forgive me for my tardiness."

Louise laughed softly. "No, you don't have to. Even I forget that I loaned you money.""Must be because you are too rich that you don't even notice a small loan like that,"

"Probably."

"You didn't even deny it. Must feel good to have that kind of money. Well anyways, I don't want to keep you that long so I'll be on my way now. Thank you once again, Louis. Without you, I wouldn't be able to complete my thesis."

"As I have stated previously, I am not undertaking this endeavor on your behalf but rather for my personal gain. I sought to witness firsthand whether you possess capabilities beyond mere academic achievements. And upon discovering that the esteemed members of the French Academy of Sciences have embraced your paper, it is clear that my assumption was erroneous. Truly, it astounds me how remarkably gifted you are intellectually, despite your modest lineage."

Napoleon smiled and replied, "Not all those who are born into humble families are destined to remain in obscurity. I have always believed that one's worth is not determined by their lineage but by their ambition and abilities."

Napoleon nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Yes, that is my plan. I have been accepted into the École Militaire, and will start next year."

"Well, good luck, Napoleon. I suppose we'll see each other next time? If fate wills it," Louis said with a warm smile.

Napoleon returned the smile. "Indeed, Louis. Our paths may cross again in the future."

He looked at the man for a second, to think that the kid who shunned him in his first day of school drastically changed a lot. That's what he calls character development.

Napoleon extended his hand, offering a handshake to Louis. Louis grabbed his hand and shook it.

One week later, the day of graduation arrives.

In the halls of the Chateau de Brienne, the names of the students are getting called one by one to receive their medals and diplomas. Donned in their military uniform and standing with their heads held high, the graduating cadets exuded an air of pride and accomplishment.

"And lastly, the student who graduated top of the class, Napoleone Buonaparte," the headmaster announced, his voice echoing through the grand hall. All eyes turned towards Napoleon, who stood tall and composed.

As he was walking to the platform, the headmaster, who served as the speaker, regaled the accomplishments of Napoleon during his time in the school.

"He was the one who marked all our written examinations, a paper accepted by the French Academy of Sciences titled 'The Principle of Thermodynamics', a paper that proved the relationship between heat and work. It is without a doubt that Napoleon has demonstrated exceptional intellect and dedication to his studies," the headmaster continued, his voice filled with admiration.

The room erupted in applause as Napoleon ascended the platform. He stood before the crowd, his eyes scanning the faces of his fellow classmates and professors, who are clapping their hands gently.

ƥαṇdαs ηθνε| As the applause subsided, Napoleon took a deep breath and began his speech. His words flowed with eloquence and passion, captivating the audience as he spoke of the importance of education, innovation, and progress in shaping a better future for France.

He thanked his mentors and teachers for their guidance and support, acknowledging their instrumental role in his achievements. He expressed his gratitude to his family for their unwavering belief in him, their love, and the encouragement that fueled his determination to overcome challenges and reach new heights. Napoleon's voice resonated with conviction and sincerity, carrying his message beyond the grand hall, and touching the hearts and minds of all who listened.

His speech took five minutes, and after his speech, a round of applause erupted filling the grand hall once again. The cadets and professors rose to their feet, their claps resounding in a thunderous ovation. It was a moment of triumph and validation for Napoleon, as he basked in the recognition of his peers and mentors.

After the ceremony, Napoleon found himself surrounded by well-wishers, extending their congratulations and admiration. Classmates approached him with beaming smiles, shaking his hand and patting him on the back. Professors offered words of praise and encouragement, commending his exceptional academic achievements and his bright future ahead.

Among the crowd, a familiar face emerged. It was Ciela, her hands clasped to a bosom, her eyes shimmering with pride. She made her way through the crowd, navigating the sea of people until she stood before Napoleon, a radiant smile on her face.

"Congratulations, master~! You are one step closer to your dream."

"Thank you, Ciela," Napoleon replied, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Ciela gazed at Napoleon with admiration, her eyes sparkling. "Well, master…should we prepare for our departure to Corsica?"

Napoleon nodded. "I guess we should, we don't want to miss our ship right?"

Ciela chuckled softly. "No, we wouldn't want that. I've made the necessary arrangements, and our ship is set to depart in two days' time."

"Great."