Published at 23rd of January 2026 7:08 am

Chapter 836: Reveil de France Revisted

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Within the bowels of Geneva, men and women gathered within an old abandoned cabaret building. Shut down in 1939 when the current President of Switzerland, Philipp Etter took office, and his Catholic-Conservative Party, took control with him.

The building had seen better days, with its once lofty stages dedicated to vice and villainy now rotting from disrepair and neglect. Water leaked through the roof and filled the building with all manner of fungi and mold.

If it weren’t for the fact that nobody had stepped foot inside this rotting carcass of a wicked temple for years, then it would have been outright condemned and demolished by the State long ago.

However, luckily for those gathered it was simply abandoned, and because of that they were able to meet in secret within its depths like they did now.

A woman in her mid-thirties, with a scar across her eye was tossing a grenade in her hand. It made her compatriots feel uneasy, which one of them flinching every time she caught it.

She had an old submachine gun slung around her torso, a French MAS-38. A weapon that had seen limited service in the three day long war that the French put up against the German Reich.

Only a handful had been manufactured prior to the start of the conflict, as it was adopted that same year for service.

Still fewer had survived the aftermath of the Republic’s capitulation. With most having been either scrapped for raw material or pressed into service within the newly formed Royal French Gendarmerie.

The fact that she was carrying such a weapon meant she was likely related to one of the few members of De Gaulle’s regime that had managed to flee into Switzerland as refugees before the German Army could catch them.

Still, the man who appeared to be in charge of their little group clearly did not respect her enough to sit idly by and watch her play with a live grenade as if it were a football.

"Can you please, for the love of God knock that shit off woman! You’re making Phillippe over there sweat bullets! And we have few enough rounds as is to pull this job off!"

The woman stared at the man who scolded her with intense scorn. Her brows furrowed, and her hand gripped the fragmentation grenade with increased pressure.

However, in the end, she sighed and tossed the grenade to the man, who scrambled mid-stride to catch it, before she flipped the back of her hand in a grand walk off.

"If you all want to keep playing grab-ass, that’s fine. But mark my words... when the Germans arrive, the Kaiser and his Chancellor are as good as dead!"

Once the woman was gone, the man who caught the grenade, and seemed to be the leader of this little ragtag team, sighed heavily, placing it in his pocket, before turning his attention towards those gathered.

"Don’t mind her; she’s still sullen about what happened to her brother last month. Poor bastard... Anyway the point is, my girl working as a maid in the Federal Palace has confirmed that the Germans are sending a delegation to meet with representatives from various allied nations to discuss an end to hostilities, and they’ll be doing so next week. We have a limited window, but the objective is clear. We kill the Kaiser and the German Chancellor. No matter what, they must both die!"

The French refugees and Swiss-French radicals who had gathered to take part in the assassination nodded their heads in silent agreement. Continuing to listen to the plot as their leader discussed its details in great depth.

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Bruno stepped out of his personal transport onto the streets of Berlin, where he found a staff car waiting for him. He entered the rear of the vehicle and was not surprised in the least to see Kaiser Wilhelm II and Crown Prince Wilhelm already seated.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, it has been too long..."

Crown Prince Wilhelm was just about to speak when his father, Kaiser Wilhelm II raised his hand and cut him off with his own words.

"Now’s not the time for pleasantries, Bruno; you were right. I have received intelligence reports that something is stirring in Geneva. A group of French exiles and Swiss-French radicals calling themselves Reveil de France, are plotted an attack on our delegation. And like you have said, the Swiss government is limiting the level of security that we can bring."

Bruno nodded his head; he had known all of this well in advance. In fact, the terrorist organization making use of de Gaulle’s own insurgency that he once commanded decades ago during the French Civil War was indirectly influenced by Bruno’s attempts to subvert Switzerland.

It was perhaps because of this that his expression was as stoic and cold as a marble statue’s.

"Of course... The French aren’t exactly a people known for their originality. Copying De Gaulle’s name is exactly what I would expect from such a lot. As I said over the phone, I can guarantee my own protection, but as for everyone else, they are in the hands of the Swiss National Police, and our father in heaven."

Kaiser Wilhelm II nodded. Though he was old, he didn’t appear sickly in the slightest. Due to Bruno’s massive investments in the many fields of medicine, the man had survived a year longer than he had in his past life. And was still going strong.

Still, nobody would bat an eye if a man who had just celebrated his 83rd birthday not long ago said that for health reasons he could not make the visit to Geneva.

Even so, Wilhelm had a foreboding look in his eyes. As if something very bad was going to come of this meeting.

Bruno sighed upon seeing the stress that the old Emperor was suffering from and was quick to dismiss it.

"If something does happen to anyone within our delegation, then Switzerland will bear full responsibility for it. And we can use it to pressure them into annexation later down the line. And if, God forbid, there turns out to be a conspiracy from within their own government that’s involved with these terrorists...."

Wilhelm looked at Bruno with a wry smile. Images replayed themselves in the back of his mind about the events leading up to the Great War. And how they parallel the current situation in Geneva.

But rather than despair over such a bleak potential future, the Kaiser waved his finger in Bruno’s face and scolded him as if he were an errant child.

"You only get to be known for butchering one city, Bruno..."

Bruno broke out into a fit of laughter upon hearing such an absurdly grim remark, while the Kaiser joined him. All the while Crown Prince Wilhelm watched the two men as if he was missing some critical context. Which made it all the funnier for the other two.

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