Eagle’s Glory

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye came June 18, 1826, exactly eleven years later.

During these eleven years, Europe has entered an era completely different from the previous turbulent twenty years, and very few major events have occurred.

On May 5, 1821, Napoleon, who had lived in confinement for six years, died silently on the desolate island of St. Helena.

On September 16, 1824, the emperor's old enemy, King Louis XVIII, who restored the Bourbon dynasty in France, also died contentedly in the Tuileries Palace. His younger brother, the Count of Artois, succeeded him. Throne of Charles X.

Ancient Europe revived.

The Bourbon Restoration Dynasty, along with the three monarchies that formed the Holy Alliance—Russia, Austria, and Prussia—was staunchly upholding the orthodox monarchy, trying to make everything look exactly the same.

The history of more than 20 years from 1789 to 1815 seems to have been written off, as if nothing has happened, and nothing has anything to do with Robespierre, Napoleon and other annoying names.

It seems that nothing can affect the luxurious, rich, quiet and comfortable court life of Schönbrunn Palace.

On this day, the warm breeze of early summer reverberated gently in the garden of Schönbrunn Palace. In the spacious garden, the geometric flower beds and lawns were as beautiful as ever.

A blond teenager strolled through this intoxicatingly mild and comfortable morning.

He was wearing a plaid wool coat with a lapel collar, a turtleneck shirt, velvet breeches, and moccasins with silver buckles.

These exquisite clothes, coupled with his handsome face, deserves to be a handsome and handsome young man.

He walked slowly all the way, and finally came to the top of the height of the big garden. There is a large building here. This is the commanding height of Schönbrunn Palace - the Arc de Triomphe.

Standing under the tall colonnade, overlooking the entire palace and garden, the young man said nothing, as if he was quietly contemplating.

Logically speaking, this is the most vibrant time of the year, and his age is also the most energetic and splendid time in a person's life, but the expression on his face at this moment is too calm, making people unable to see the young man. He should have a high-spirited spirit, but instead has a melancholy temperament that is not commensurate with his age.

However, if you are familiar with his identity, this will not be surprising.

He is the unfortunate man who was ousted from the French throne, the heir to the man whose name cannot even be mentioned, and is now trapped in the country where his mother grew up, and he is rightly gloomy.

However, no one could have imagined that the soul in this thin, light, and ancestral body had already been replaced once on that calamitous day.

Now, after 11 years in a new identity, Chu Ying, or Aigron, has become accustomed to the era she lives in, relying on the historical knowledge she has learned as a hobby when she is reading, and how people treat children His contempt, he perfectly concealed the secret that he came from another country and another era, and lived in this magnificent and beautiful Habsburg court with the title of "Duke Leichstedt".

However, he could not get used to this kind of life under house arrest no matter what.

No matter how luxurious the birdcage is, it is still just a birdcage.

Although it can no longer be compared with the extravagant pomp of the crown prince of the French Empire, in all fairness, the Habsburg Emperor did not detract much from his living conditions. He lacked everything here. Teachers also have a group of servants, however, only lack of freedom of action.

He could only curl up in the palace of the Habsburg family, bathed in the glory of the royal family, and crawled as a hostage.

In this unfree atmosphere, the poor Roman king in history only lived to be 21 years old and died of tuberculosis in 1832, and Chu Ying herself did not know how long she could hold on, or was driven mad.

In order to dispel this resentment, from his childhood when he acquired his new identity, he forced himself to find other entertainment, read various books and newspapers, and eagerly learned all kinds of knowledge, and finally survived.

When will this life end?

The young man raised his head again, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above Schönbrunn Palace, wondering how many times he asked himself.

In any case, you must escape, not for the glory of the Napoleon family or the glory of France, but to allow yourself the freedom you deserve. This luxurious palace must not be its own destination. It should be buried. The Busburg dynasty, not the successor of the French Empire.

"Your Highness—"

While he was still in a trance, a tall man in military uniform came over to him while saying hello.

Agron retracted his gaze, and then looked at the man who was approaching.

He was tall, with thick limbs and a square face, typical of a Germanic soldier, and he was Captain Foresti, a member of his own governess corps.

After Aegron reached the age of education, His Majesty Emperor Franz educated his grandson according to the practice of royal family members, and prepared a whole set of educational team for Aegron, which has been around Aegron for several years. He devoted all his money to teaching, carefully and earnestly educating him, cultivating his knowledge and due demeanor.

Of course, in addition to teaching him aristocratic education, this team also had the task of turning Aegron into a Germanized aristocrat, as well as monitoring himself nearby—this was tacitly understood by each other.

Ignoring the point that no one can change, he gets along with them quite happily. Except for the occasional conflict in class due to different ideas, he can be said to be their proud disciple - at least Aegron has this. confident.

Under his gaze, the man walked to his side and bowed respectfully to the boy. "Are you meditating again? Shall we wait a little longer?"

The people around him have long been accustomed to him falling into a state of contemplation from time to time, and some even think that the melancholy His Royal Highness is more charming than usual.

"No, just staring at the scenery in a daze." Aegron shook his head, "Just start at the scheduled time."

"Okay." The captain nodded.

Foresti was an officer in the Austrian Imperial Army. Although his rank was not high, he had considerable military experience. He was in charge of Aegron's military education.

It is worth mentioning that, in 1809, he participated in the battle of Wagram between France and Austria, where he was seriously wounded and almost died.

However, the captain never hated Napoleon or Aigron because of this. In his view, it was only natural for soldiers to be injured in battle. He even had a vague admiration for Emperor Napoleon—of course, it was only the admiration of soldiers for soldiers.

The captain spread his hands, revealing the two practice swords he was holding.

Then he handed the hilt of one of the swords to Aegron.

Yes, today and as always, they will be here for swordsmanship practice.

For several years, in addition to strictly teaching Aegron military knowledge, he also taught swordsmanship. He was a very good swordsman in the army.

Learn swordsmanship from him, something Aegron himself had strongly requested a few years ago.

He knew that the historical Roman king was frail and sickly since childhood, and his early death was also related to this, so in order to avoid this bad luck, he decided to exercise from the beginning of his education.

In order to allow the court to accept this request, he decided to use the practice of swordsmanship as an excuse - after all, this was more understandable and approved by the court than doing gymnastics or other fitness methods.

His innocuous request was quickly agreed to by the court, so from then on, he began to practice with captains who were proficient in swordsmanship every day or two.

Although the captain has paid great attention to restraint, in the beginning, almost every time he fell, he would be bruised and bruised.

However, Aigron didn't have any complaints. After every fall, he would grit his teeth and get up again, continuing the strict contact and refusing to slacken any slack.

With the passage of time, his height has grown a little bit, and his movements have become lighter and more powerful. Even when two people are fighting, he has the ability to parry and counterattack, making great progress.

The amazing willpower of His Royal Highness made the people in the palace amazed.

Aigron took a sword from the captain's hand, and as usual, the two of them took two steps back each, then saluted and put on a starting gesture.

Aigron narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at his opponent, and lowered his upper body slightly to adjust his breathing; while the captain seemed quite calm, just stood there and looked at his distinguished student, signaling him to attack.

Aegron leaned forward, then took a stride, raised his sword and stabbed him in the chest.

The captain swung his sword to block, then twisted it hard, and then slashed diagonally.

Aegron stepped sideways, dodged the captain's attack, and stabbed him in the shoulder again between his movements.

In this way, the two of them swung their swords into a fight, and Aegron kept using his steps to keep attacking the opponent while he was moving.

Captain Foresty, on the other hand, blocked his attacks with equanimity, firing back from time to time, allowing students to learn how to deal with them.

The two kept moving, detouring between the columns, and Aegron became more and more enjoyable as he fought. In this state of ecstasy, he no longer had to think about any troubles, he just needed to enjoy the excitement of competing with others.

However, the troubles in the world could not leave him, not even this moment.

"Can you please stop for a moment, Your Highness?" The two who were fighting fiercely heard a greeting from the side.

Captain Foresti stopped first and quickly retreated, and Aigron had no choice but to end his practice.

He turned his head and found that the one who interrupted his Yaxing was Count Maurice von Dietrichstein, the head of education beside him and the real guardian appointed by His Majesty the Emperor.

The count was thin and had a rather long face. At first glance, he was a rather serious man.

He was knowledgeable and personable, and was even once a close friend of Beethoven.

When in charge of Aegron's education, he was very strict and abide by his duties, but the relationship between the two people was not bad.

"Is something wrong?" Agron asked impatiently.

"His Royal Highness, I'm sorry to disturb your Yaxing—" the count also bowed slightly, "but now there is an important matter that makes me have to interrupt your practice ahead of time."

"That's fine, it's okay." Aegron replied with a clearly unhappy expression, "What the **** is going on?"

"His Royal Highness Prince Metternich wants to see you—" replied the count.

Metternich.

The name, along with his prime ministership, was certainly enough to interrupt Aegron's Yaxing.

His Royal Highness has no obligation to wait for him.

"Alright then." Aegron didn't show any expression on his face, and didn't show his emotions to anyone.

He handed his sword to Captain Foresti, "Thank you for your guidance."

"Your Highness, you have made great progress. Although you are not my opponent yet, I believe that you can surpass me with just a little more time." Captain Foresty's face was filled with pride that could not be concealed. , "Although I only have you as a student, I think my judgment should be very objective."

Agron looked at the captain.

It's always a pleasure to get along with pure soldiers.

What's more, who doesn't like to hear compliments?

"Thank you." He replied lightly.