Eagle’s Glory

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After the earl left, Aigron proposed to the court officials that he wanted to attend the funeral of Earl Dietrichstein's mother as he had promised.

His request was quickly approved. After all, the court had already rumored that the Duke of Reichstedt was about to make a fortune, and no one would embarrass His Highness over such a trivial matter.

After hearing the news, Princess Sophie also specially came to Aigron to express her condolences to the earl's mother.

"Aigron, it's a pity to hear this news. When you attend the funeral, please convey a few words for me." She told the young man.

"Okay, Your Highness." Aigron immediately agreed, "I think he will be very grateful to you."

"Everyone will have such a day..." Sophie sighed slightly with emotion, "At least the old lady passed away surrounded by her children and grandchildren, and the whole family mourned at the funeral. In a sense, this is also a happy way to die.”

Although these words sound a bit out of the blue, Aigron, who has been with her all the time, understands what she means.

Her father, His Majesty Maximilian I, King of Bavaria, died on October 23, 1825, just over a year ago.

As a princess married to a foreign country, neither Sophie nor her sister Caroline, who is the queen, attended his funeral. I think she regretted it in her heart.

"Your Highness, the so-called funeral is just a formality. Even if you were not present, at least your love for your father will not fade because of it." Eggron comforted Sophie.

"I was just hurt by the scene. In fact, thinking about it, we are already lucky. This regret is nothing... My father is a king. If the king is a poor man, how many people in the world can be counted as human beings?" Sophie laughed too, then she stretched out her hand and stroked the young man's cheek, "If you say you are pitiful, you are really pitiful, your father..."

When she said this, she couldn't help sighing again, "He is still sleeping on a deserted island in a foreign land, and he couldn't call his homeland and son before he died. How desperate must he be?"

Aegron didn't answer.

Although he didn't think that Napoleon was perfect and didn't regard him as his father, it is really embarrassing that a generation of heroes ended up like this.

So if I have another chance, I must learn his lesson and never repeat the same mistakes... It is more important to use power prudently than to have power.

Of course Sophie couldn't see what was going on in the young man's heart. She took Aigron's silence as a sign of grief, so she lowered her head and kissed the young man's forehead lightly to express her comfort.

"Aigron, don't be sad about this, this is a historical tragedy, let's just turn it over—"

Then, she suggested, "As time goes by, the hatred of European countries towards him will eventually disappear. At that time, we will find a way to bring his remains back to Europe and find a good place to bury him... He shouldn't been treated that way.”

What Sophie said was not an unrealistic fantasy—in the original history, in 1840, it was the July Dynasty, which ruled France at that time, that brought Napoleon’s remains back to France from St. Helena, and He was reburied at the Les Invalides in Paris, when Paris was empty to welcome the return of the emperor.

Of course, the July Dynasty did this mainly for political purposes—Napoleon’s damage to France has become history, and the people only have nostalgia left, and welcoming back his remains is a measure to cater to national sentiments. Politically it will bring great prestige.

"Your Highness, thank you for your kindness." Aigron shook his head lightly, "However, this matter must be handled by myself, and I cannot do it to others."

"That's right, now you are the only one who deserves to give him his funeral." Sophie smiled and nodded, "Well, no matter how many years later, if I have the opportunity, I will attend in person.

Come on for you! "

"That's what we've agreed on!" The young man raised his head and looked at Sophie stubbornly, as if asking for some treasure, "Your Highness, you are not allowed to break the contract."

"What a silly boy, why should I lie to you about this kind of thing?" Seeing his seriousness, Sophie was puzzled and felt a little funny, so she couldn't help hugging him, "Besides, I My heart... When will I count it as a crime when I talk to you? I'm afraid that it won't count if you talk to me!"

"Of course I still remember." Aegron closed his eyes gently, then hugged Sophie, and kissed her gently.

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Time soon came to the day when Earl Dietrichstein's mother was buried. On this day, the church next to the Earl's mansion suddenly became very lively. A large number of carriages decorated with family emblems stayed outside. Mother's funeral.

The reason why it is so grand is that the earl has been cautious in his words and deeds over the years, and has left good connections in all walks of life; but the most important thing is that the most famous prince in the empire, Grand Duke Karl himself will visit , so more people came to join us.

Archduke Karl personally attended the funeral of an ordinary noble family. The reason for this has long been spread in the social circles, and everyone knows it. To show respect.

Those who knew the story, some had attended the birthday party of Grand Duke Karl and met Princess Teresa and the Duke himself; while the rest were a little curious, hoping to see the true face of the legendary son.

Their wish was soon granted, and just before the funeral officially began, Aigron came outside the church in a royal carriage.

Under the gaze of everyone, Aigron walked into the church with his head held high, while the Earl himself greeted His Highness at the door.

Because he was attending a funeral, Aegron was dressed very simply, all in black, and his tie was tied meticulously. Against the background of his clothes, his face looked paler than usual.

"Your Highness, thank you very much for coming!" The count walked down the steps and saluted Aigron. Although his face was full of sorrow, his spirit seemed to be much more lifted than before.

"This is what I should do." Aigron took the earl's hand and shook it gently a few times as a sign of encouragement, "Sir, please get out of the grief as soon as possible."

"I will, Your Highness." The count nodded repeatedly.

At this moment, another carriage stopped at the door of the church.

Then, an old man with gray hair but strong body stepped out from the open car door.

There was silence among the crowd, and then they all took off their hats to the royal prince.

Grand Duke Karl scanned the audience with serious eyes, and finally landed on the count and the young man, and then he walked over.

"My condolences," he said briefly to the count, and taking off his gloves, he shook hands with him.

Then, he naturally walked to Aigron's side, and asked in a low voice, "How's your time going?"

"It's not too bad, Your Highness." Aigron bowed to the other party first, and then replied in a low voice.

"Teresa also heard about the funeral, so she told me that I must give this face... I have commanded so many legions, and now I really deserve to be old enough to be commanded by a little girl." The Grand Duke frowned. head, and complained in a low voice, "You guys are fooling around, insisting on visiting that musician, and insisting on ordering some music from him..."

"It was Teresa's whim." Aigron replied with a wry smile, "I thought about it at the time and thought there was nothing wrong with it, so I agreed—"

"Forget it this time, let's avoid some extravagant things in the future." Grand Duke Karl nodded, "You are all adults, you can't be willful anymore, especially since you are all members of the royal family, your words and deeds will be punished." The attention of the outside world, don't give others the opportunity to maliciously speculate on you, it is also very bad for you."

You can't control your own daughter, so why blame me? Aigron could only slander in his heart.

"Thank you for your advice, I will pay attention to it in the future." He could only superficially agree.

"Come here." Archduke Karl beckoned to him, gesturing him to stand side by side with him, "On this occasion, the closer we are, the stronger the signal we can send to the outside world. I don't want to be rumored all of a sudden. Said he was deliberately ignoring you."

Of course Aigron would not object, so he got close to him, and the two stood side by side in the howling cold wind.

Their expressions were very calm, full of the solemnity and solemnity that should be in a funeral.

If there is camera technology at this time, then the front page of social news in Vienna's newspapers tomorrow should be a framed photo of these two Highnesses.

However, for Archduke Karl, this is just the customary emotional management of members of the royal family, and there is no real grief - he doesn't even know the earl, so how can he have any real grief for the death of the earl's mother? It's nothing more than to give the earl a face, and by the way, to support the Duke of Reichstedt.

"Okay, let's go into the church." After standing for a while, Archduke Karl said to Aigron.

"Okay." Aegron obeyed of course.

Just when he was about to take a step, Grand Duke Karl suddenly asked.

"Have you ever kissed Teresa?"

This question was caught off guard, so that Aigron hesitated for a moment, and his hesitation also allowed the Grand Duke to confirm the truth.

"She took the initiative..." Seeing the Grand Duke's suddenly fierce expression, the young man quickly defended himself.

"You bastard!" Archduke Karl's eyes flashed with anger, "You seduced Teresa, how dare you make excuses?"

"The two Highnesses are too young, and they can't help themselves when they get along. This is unavoidable..." Fortunately, the earl who was at the side was smart and quickly smoothed things over, "Let's go in first, Your Highness."

"I really don't understand why she treats you so well." Grand Duke Karl glared at the young man indignantly, "Anyway, if you dare to offend her, I won't spare you."

And Aigron could only face it with a calm smile.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the earl led the way, and then brought both the Grand Duke and Aigron into the church.

The seats on both sides of the church were already full of people. Archduke Karl and Egron walked from the aisle in the middle to the innermost altar, and were quietly watched by everyone along the way.

Grand Duke Karl has long been used to the feeling of being noticed by everyone, so his face is expressionless, while Aigron maintains a decent dignity relying on his natural calmness.

Several people walked to the altar.

As time came to the scheduled moment, the funeral officially began.

First the funeral mass is read by the parish priest.

"May God open the gate of heaven for her so that she can return to her hometown: there is no death there, only eternal happiness!" the priest in sacrificial attire spoke in a solemn tone.

"Amen!"

Archduke Karl and Egron, as well as the people in the seats, responded at the same time.

Then, the priest continued to read.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. May the love of the Father, the grace of Christ, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you...

...Lord, we offer this sacrifice of atonement to you on the day of the burial of your servant Augusta; if she still has the blemish of sin, or the stain of humanity, forgive her mercifully, and cleanse her she. All the above are in Christ our Lord. "

The long series of prayers were slowly finished amidst the many "Amen" responses from the crowd.

Then, Egron and Archduke Karl completed the necessary ceremonial links in the mass, such as the speech, offering gifts and receiving the Holy Communion, which also brought the funeral mass to the end.

Although not all expressed condolences, everyone expressed solemn expressions and said nothing, expressing their condolences for the bereaved family in this way.

While reading the eulogy, Aigron looked at the coffin on the altar expressionlessly.

The people lying in it, no matter what fame they had or how many joys and sorrows they had during their lifetime, are now ignorant and ignorant, and can only wait for burial, and eventually turn into loess.

Funerals have nothing to do with the dead, they have always been held for the living.

The living should use rituals again and again to free themselves from the fear of death, or—to give death a meaning and comfort themselves.

But does death really make sense?

As far as his personal worldview is concerned, of course it does not exist.

All glory has nothing to do with the individual after death, and can only be striven for during life.

Time is short, although he is only a teenager now, the time left for him is only a few decades.

So we must seize every moment and work hard for the goal of our dreams - and only in this way can we live up to this brand new life.

Standing on the altar, he glanced down the stage with a calm but indifferent gaze, trying to find a face that he had only seen once, but which he had already engraved in his heart.

He patiently looked at them one by one, devoting all his attention to them, while his body seemed to be dominated by another program, and he followed the priest's prayers in a daze.

He has already learned to separate what he thinks from the real world.

So... my dear cousin, are you out of the gate, or are you already in it?

Eggron finally found the answer.

He found a young man in the crowd, who just happened to look up at him at this moment.

So the two young men looked at each other amidst the eulogy of the funeral.

The young man is now standing at the door of the church. He is wearing casual clothes, holding a pen and paper in his hand, and wearing a pair of glasses. He looks like he is trying to record something on paper at the moment—he looks like a reporter from a newspaper .

Very good, Eggron nodded slightly to him.