Eagle’s Glory

It was already noon when the news that "Duke Reichstedt accidentally fell off his horse while hunting" reached the prime minister's residence in Vienna.

After hearing the news in astonishment, Prince Metternich, who had just finished his lunch, interrupted his nap and ordered the people around him to call the police chief and his assistant over.

After giving the order, he sat back behind the desk and looked at the bright and clear sky outside the window.

"God always surprises us."

After a while, he let out an exclamation that he didn't know whether it was regret or joy.

Soon, the police chief and his assistant, Mr. Friedrich von Genz, rushed to his office.

Friedrich von Genz is a middle-aged man with deep eyes and always a melancholy expression on his face.

He was Metternich's confidant and a diplomat and writer who is now well-known in Europe.

He was born in Prussia, the ancestors were Huguenots expelled from France. In his early years, he was a liberal who firmly opposed the Bourbon family's autocratic monarchy in France and Spain, but when the Great Revolution was launched, he, like the British philosopher Burke, stood up and firmly opposed France and the Great Revolution.

In his view, the best order in the world is not the new one, but the old one—an ancient feudal system in which each class has its own place, and each class runs the society according to its own rights.

Therefore, he believes that the third-level rebellion destroyed all order in France and must ultimately be responsible for the bloodshed in Europe.

"In less than six weeks they had already violated these three basic conditions. The representatives of the third estate, without the slightest authorization; shamefully trampling on the rights of the other estates, declared themselves to constitute the National Assembly alone." mentioned in the book.

After the baptism of the entire era of the Great Revolution and the Napoleonic Wars, the liberal ideals he once had in his youth have long since died. He and Metternich agree that this is an era in which the essence of tradition is declining. The only function is to try to maintain the existence of the beautiful tradition and the old system before it dies completely, and leave the rest to future generations to solve by themselves.

Just because he knows that his career will inevitably become empty talk, he is often dominated by despair, leaving only a shell in his life, and the rest is the cynicism of chasing fame, wealth and beautiful women.

Even so, he was still an excellent diplomat. Since 1812, Genz has been in close contact with all major events on the European continent. He is Metternich's closest assistant, close friend and adviser, and the two cooperate Very pleasantly until he died.

After both of them came to the office, the prime minister got straight to the point.

"I just received news that Duke Reichstedt was injured when he fell off his horse while hunting outside the Schönbrunn Palace. His life and death are currently unknown."

Both of them were a little startled, but they both quickly regained their composure.

"You have to block the news. Although this matter will soon spread across the country and even the whole of Europe, at least the initiative should be on us. I will decide how to release the news." The prince ordered the police chief, "In addition, Lai If the Duke of Hirstedt really encounters an accident, it will cause commotion, and you must be prepared. In particular, you must not allow anyone to spread rumors and focus hatred on Austria."

"Yes." The Superintendent of Police accepted the order.

After giving the order, Prince Metternich returned to his usual calm.

"If he really just died like this, it might be a relief for everyone, including himself." After a moment of silence, Prince Metternich said sullenly, "For a person like him, continue It’s not necessarily a happy life in the current situation.”

"Then what do you mean...?" The Superintendent seemed to understand him. "Let's just ignore it and just watch him see God earlier?"

"Stupid!" Metternich glared at his subordinate,

"We can't afford the bad name of murdering him, we must do what we can. Send him the best doctor! The rest is up to God to judge, if God decides to relieve all suffering sooner, then we follow His order will."

"Yes, I understand." The police chief bowed his head and listened to the order.

"If it is really the worst, the French king will be so happy that he will jump out of bed, and the name that bothers him will soon disappear completely." The prince sighed to his assistant Genz, "he is so lucky! Two My brother is dead ahead, even my nephew Louis XVII and Napoleon and his son can't survive him!"

"There are other heirs to the Bonaparte family." Mr. Genz replied in a low voice.

"But there is only one heir to Napoleon. If he dies, it means that Napoleon is extinct. No one in the Bonaparte family can have his appeal." Prince Metternich shook his head.

Although they all knew that Napoleon had an illegitimate son, in the spectrum of orthodoxy, they did not exist.

"The Duke of Enghien was also the only son of Prince Condé, but Napoleon shot him without hesitation... Maybe this is retribution." Genz shrugged and made a mockery.

There was another silence in the room, and they recalled the past events that were dusty in history.

In 1804, in order to avenge the attempted assassination of the royalists, Napoleon sent military police to capture the Duke of Enghien, who was in exile in Baden, back to France and then shot him directly. Although the current Prince of Condé is still alive, he has no other heirs or brothers. , so the Kong Dai family, which once had a glorious history, is doomed to become extinct.

"The Bourbon family is not qualified to be too happy too early. Even if the Bonaparte family temporarily withdraws, they still have a vicious enemy lying in the heart of France... Your Highness, the envoy of the Duke of Orleans came to Vienna yesterday, and I just want to talk to you Report." Mr. Gentz ​​shrugged, "Don't forget, the Orleans family has no shortage of heirs."

"Oh, the French!" His Royal Highness sneered full of sarcasm.

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"Duke Reichstedt's fall from horse" was like a stone thrown into a lake. It caused an uproar in Schönbrunn Palace and Vienna. There were whispers about it everywhere. Some people were sad and some people were secretly happy .

Only at the very center of the turmoil, everything returned to calm.

Aegron was lying in his room at this time, intoxicated in the deep darkness.

He was carried back hastily, and before he lost consciousness, he only remembered Sophie hugging him tightly, tears patting his cheeks and arms like raindrops.

Seeing her so heartbroken, Aigron only felt that the pain in his body was a little less, and then he felt his body was floating on the water, and then he passed out.

Even in the 21st century, there are still many celebrities who fell from horses and died or were seriously injured, but he did not expect that when he came to this world, he would suffer such bad luck.

Perhaps this child was doomed to doom from birth.

But... this is definitely not the result he wants to accept.

No... definitely can't fall here... I'm not free yet... I still have too much to do...

I can't live shorter than the original owner of this body, and I can never be a laughing stock for myself and others!

After an unknown amount of time, with anger and unwillingness, the boy finally regained his consciousness tenaciously.

There was silence all around, as if nothing could be heard.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty... Please wake up..."

The soft call slowly gathered in his ears.

What Your Majesty... Is Emperor Franz here now?

No, no, it seems to be talking to me.

Where am I, Your Majesty? ! My empire is long gone!

The current of consciousness stimulated his brain, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The voice became louder and the tone became more urgent, full of excitement and joy.

Am I dreaming?

The blurred vision slowly came into focus, and then he realized that he was not dreaming.

A girl in a black maid costume and a white apron was lying beside her.

She looked a little older than herself, with a petite figure, and her facial features were quite delicate. The golden hair on her head poured down from the white turban, and her blue eyes were full of tears, and she was always looking at herself.

Good-looking is pretty good-looking, but... what the hell is going on here?

Aigron looked around and found himself lying on the bed in his room, with no one around.

Judging by the darkness outside the window, it should be early in the morning.

"Who are you...?" He asked in a low voice, ignoring the pain in his body.

"Your Majesty... God bless you, you have finally woken up..." Seeing that Aigron regained consciousness, the maid's crying became more and more intense, thanking him for waking up.

"Who the hell are you! Answer me." Aigron was a little impatient.

At this time, he suddenly discovered another abnormality.

The maid did not speak the usual German at the Habsburg court, but French.

"are you French……?"

"Your Majesty... Please let me take it easy..." The maid took a few breaths, and finally regained her composure, "I am the maid who accompanied Princess Sophie and came from Bavaria with her... Today, because she was worried, she sent me to take care of you."

"So you are from Bavaria?" Aigron finally understood the situation a little bit.

"No, Your Majesty, I am French." The maid shook her head lightly, "My father was an officer and served in the imperial army. He died in 1815...I fled to Bavaria with my relatives, yours Brother Yi took us in and took care of us to grow up, it's a pity that a good man like him passed away early..."

That is to say, she was the orphan of an imperial officer and was taken in by Eugène de Beauharney, and then followed Princess Sophie, who was married to the Austrian court, to Schönbrunn Palace as a maid.

Because his thoughts were too complicated, he had a headache.

"Why do you call me Your Majesty?" To divert attention, he asked a seemingly meaningless question.

"Because you are His Majesty...you are the one who is destined to inherit the empire!" The maid replied in a natural tone, "I have no one else to serve except you."

This answer made Eggron both surprised and at a loss.

"Empire, where do I still have empire..." He smiled wryly.

"No, as long as you are still alive, there will be an empire, and we will have it!" The maid comforted him anxiously, "Your Majesty, I ask you not to be discouraged, God will take care of you in the end!"

Aigron could hear that her excitement was genuine.

This kind of intention is a little touching.

"Then what's your name?" Aegron asked again.

"My name is Chanel, Your Majesty." The maid stood up, bowed to him, and replied respectfully. "Chanel Noel. I have been waiting for a long time since I came here, and today I finally got the chance...Your Majesty, please let me do my best for you!"