Eagle’s Glory

"I believe in you." Aegron closed his eyes very moved, "I will wait for that day."

Seeing Aegron's sincerity and joy, Sophie blinked and felt very relieved.

For a while, she didn't know what to say, just looked at Aigron quietly.

"Aigron, as long as there is hope, no matter how many difficulties you encounter, you can overcome the past. Besides, your current situation is not particularly bad, so there is no reason to be discouraged." After a pause, she stretched out her hand and patted it. He patted Aegron's cheek, "Okay, go back to rest first, you're already tired today."

Her intimacy made people feel more intimate, and even Aigron couldn't help but be moved.

It's a pity that he was moved, and he was destined to not listen to the other party's words, because he couldn't wait.

This gorgeous cage must not be its own home.

After saying goodbye to Princess Sophie, Aigron returned to his residence in the palace along the same path.

Even as a prisoner, his living treatment is not much indebted, and it is not much different from other members of the royal family.

The room is thickly carpeted, with gilt sconces hanging on the walls, and a purple and gold patterned wall covering. On the inside there is a fireplace with large decorative paintings on the walls on either side, and a velvet upholstered bench beside it, next to a large china vase from Saxony with flowers in it as a Decorate.

In general, the layout of the entire room is full of the elegance of the palace, but it lacks real warmth.

This is where he grew up in his new life, but no matter how comfortable it is, this place is nothing but a high-level cage for him.

It was already early summer, and the room temperature was relatively high, so he opened the window, sat on the bench, picked up a book and flipped through it.

But not long after, the door was suddenly knocked.

"His Royal Highness, may I come in?" The voice of his guardian Count von Dietrichstein came from outside the room.

"Please come in." Aegron casually put the book on the cushion next to him.

The door opened quickly, and the Count walked in slowly, then sat opposite Aegron.

"His Royal Highness, the Prince found me just now." As soon as he sat down, he went straight to the point, "He is a little dissatisfied with your tough attitude towards him."

"This is not my intention." Aegron was a little displeased. "I just rejected his arrangement. I think I have this right. Do I have it?"

"His Royal Highness's arrangement has been carefully thought out. It may not be so attractive, but it must be quite suitable for your current situation—" The Count avoided Aegron's rhetorical question and seemed to try to persuade Aegron, "So I think you Better to reconsider."

"That is to say, no matter how I answer, in the end I have to obey everything he has arranged for me, right?" Aegron sneered, "If that's the case, why bother asking me for my opinion? Just **** me to wherever His Royal Highness wants me to go."

His mockery made the count's expression quite complicated, both helpless and sad.

After a moment of silence, the count spoke again.

"His Royal Highness, I have been by your side for seven years." The Count looked at the young man under his supervision and said solemnly, "A person's life is no more than seventy years, and I have put one-tenth of my life in yours. Side, I've been taking care of you with all my heart for the past seven years, please believe that I didn't do this to make it all a joke - although it was an obligation at first, I want you more than anyone else I can enjoy a generally happy life. So, Your Royal Highness, I implore you to put aside your emotions and think carefully about what I am going to say next.”

After speaking sincerely, he turned to the topic again, "Yes, people of your age hate being dominated and ordered from a high place, but from a practical point of view, it is objective for you to enter the army. It's good for you too, isn't it? Although your father has passed away, his reputation still lives on in the world, especially those soldiers, even the British soldiers admire him, so if you go his way, Wouldn't it be the best to meet people's expectations? If you showed your talent and built your reputation in the military, your situation could be very different."

After speaking, the Count looked at Aegron again, his eyes full of sincerity.

He is suggesting that his students may be able to get rid of the chains by relying on their prestige in the army in the future. From his own standpoint, he can only hint at this step.

In all fairness, his words are also very reasonable, and they are very convincing, but the young man who knows the subsequent fate of the Roman king has no expectations at all.

In the original history, he entered the army according to the will of the Austrian royal family and received rigorous military training, but what he finally got was nothing more than an honorary title, and he had no power to command any troops at all; what's more, May Tene is also determined not to give him any chance to show his military capabilities—

Just in 1830, with the outbreak of the July Revolution in France, the revolutionary wave swept across Europe again, Poland and Italy became the center of the storm, and the smug Roman king insisted that he lead his troops to protect the mother's Parma, but Metternich. He categorically denied his suggestion, made the Roman king grief-stricken, and died two years later of depression due to tuberculosis contracted in the military camp.

It is conceivable that if he joins the Austrian army with the idea of ​​"walking on the glorious old road of his father", then only despair is waiting for him.

So he definitely didn't plan to take this road.

However, given his current situation, even if he wants to resist, he cannot rely entirely on the hard cap, and he must pay attention to his strategy.

It's a pity that the chips in his hand are pitiful now, and even if he wants to use strategies, it is not so easy.

"Since you talk to me about your feelings, sir, I admit that I do believe that you have feelings for me, so let's be honest. Answer me, you really believe that Your Excellency the Prime Minister would be happy to see me with prestige anywhere. ?" Agron sighed, "Frankly, I don't believe it at all."

The count was at a loss for words. He wanted to say something comforting, but under the eyes of the young man, he couldn't say anything.

"His Royal Highness is already in his fifties, and you are only in your teens." Finally, he could only continue to hint in a low voice. "Time is on your side. As long as you continue to follow the steps, one day, the imprisonment on you will be loosened."

"You make it seem like he is the only one in Austria who wants to deal with me!" Iger shook his head solemnly, expressing his complete disbelief, "Although I have a title, who would really consider me an Austrian? Yes, I am Duke Reichstedt, but the **** is in Bohemia! I may not be able to visit once in my life... Obviously, I am just a beggar with an empty title, living in this palace, I don't have any crowns in Europe anymore - it's not what His Royal Highness thinks, and everyone else thinks the same, right? If so, what's the point of doing my best?"

Under Aigron's cross-examination, the count's face became even more embarrassed, and he knew in his heart that what the other party said was true.

"But if you keep resisting His Royal Highness's arrangement, I'm afraid he will be very angry." In the end, he could only be powerless to say the terrible consequences of continuing to fight.

"Then what will he do when he gets angry? Send me to some desert island? On what crime? Does not respect Metternich's crime?" Agron was not frightened, but sneered again. A string of rhetorical questions, "I don't remember anyone saying I was a criminal, did I?"

"Of course he won't do this!" The count waved his hand quickly, "But he will definitely punish you in various ways, and even we will definitely be punished."

"That is to say, because I have utility value, even if I offend him, he will not do anything to me, but he will let you bear his anger, right?" Aegron continued to sneer, "He used you to come threaten me?"

"Perhaps I have overestimated our place in your heart, but, Your Highness, you can believe that Metternich has many ways to make your situation much more difficult than it is now." The Count replied, "As far as I am concerned. , following you will not bring me much glorious resume. Even if I drive me away, I can enjoy the rest of my life, but what about you? What will you do then? If I am here, At least I can share some of the pressure for you."

Aigron was speechless for a moment.

It's not that he was speechless, but that the other party's words came from the sincerity, and he really couldn't bear to say anything sharp to hurt the other party's heart.

Although it was a person sent by the Austrian Emperor, but after all, he has taken care of himself for so many years, if he has no feelings, it is definitely not.

"Well, since you have said so, I will seriously consider it. If it is not possible, I will agree to him." After thinking for a while, Aegron finally nodded and agreed, "However, I will never let Mei so easily. Tene succeeded, no matter what, I have to persevere, even if it is just to make him unhappy, I have to persevere, you have to help me again, I will nod my head until the last moment, let him know that I am definitely not his submissive. slave."

"Do you have to be willful once?" The count looked at him embarrassedly.

Agron nodded again.

The count blinked, the threat of the prince and the feelings he had spent with Aegron over the years made him extremely entangled in his heart, and he was unable to make a decision.

"Can you guarantee that you will obey the arrangement until the end?" Finally, he asked carefully.

"I can't afford to lose your care, so I will, sir." Aegron replied with a sincere look.

Of course he didn't want to, but he didn't mind verbally reassuring him.

In the environment he is in now, "how to lie with the most sincere attitude" has always been a must-have knowledge for the dignitaries of the court. Although he is young, he is at least a little warm.

"Okay... If that's the case, I'll do my best to intercede for you..." The count sighed and made his final decision. "Maybe if you insist a little longer, His Royal Highness may finally change his mind."

Aegron knew that this was the greatest kindness that the Count could do. He was in the middle of the gap, and his situation was not much more comfortable than himself.

"Thank you, sir. I won't put you in trouble again," he reassured.

Just after the conversation between the two ended, an attendant knocked on the door and walked in.

With a perfect smile, he respectfully saluted the little duke.

"Your Highness, His Majesty the Emperor invites you to dinner."