"Do you remember the time when we were heading to present the rifle to the National Convention?" Ciela asked.
"Ah…I do," Napoleon concurred, remembering the moments they shared at the time. "I believe the National Convention was impressed by the rifle, but ended up not adopting it for a service rifle."
Ciela giggled. "That's right but earlier than that. You asked me if I love Napoleon standing in front of me because I keep mentioning the Napoleon Bonaparte that I knew from my world."
"I remember…asking that to you," Napoleon let out a forced chuckle, embarrassed that she brought it up.
"And what was my answer back then? Do you remember?"
Napoleon pondered aloud. "You said that you love me…"