"An era named industrialization has arrived, and those unwilling to adapt will be crushed by the times!"
As he left the dining room, Franz Joseph's mind still echoed with the words spoken by Jerome Bonaparte at the table. Although he was somewhat bewildered, he could sense an impending storm in Jerome Bonaparte's words.
If the Austrian Empire truly faces the predicament described by Jerome Bonaparte, what should I do?
Franz Joseph unconsciously placed himself in the world described by Jerome Bonaparte where nobility is in decline, finding himself utterly powerless to change it, a sense of helplessness overwhelmed him.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" It wasn't until the voice of Prince Metternich reached Franz Joseph's ears that he realized he had reached the end of the corridor.
"Mr. Metternich, I..." Franz Joseph turned around, wanting to say something to Prince Metternich, but in the end, he merely opened his mouth without uttering a word.
