That night, Aglon slept soundly.

The conversation with Chanel gave him spiritual encouragement, and the haze in his heart was swept away. So when he woke up in the morning, he felt energetic.

At Chanel's service, he had finished his breakfast, and at this time, his guardian, Count Dietrich Stein, came up to him and bowed.

"Your Highness, I am sincerely happy to see you so refreshed."

"Thank you for your concern." Aiglon nodded politely.

"Considering that your physical recovery is very good, then I think you should be able to continue your schoolwork that has been interrupted, I wonder what you think?" The Count asked again.

"Well, so be it." Aiglon nodded, agreeing with the other.

Recently, because he is in the stage of recuperation, all physical education has been suspended, and after the earl's assessment, his body has basically recovered, so these schoolwork should be restarted.

"Alright, I'll inform the captain now." The Earl smiled with satisfaction, "Of course, I'll let him pay attention to his proportions, and you can't afford to lose your body." ”

Soon, as was customary, Agron came to the side of the Arc de Triomphe, the commanding height of Schönbrunn Palace, where his swordsmanship and military teacher, Captain Forrestie, was already waiting.

As soon as he saw Aiglon, the captain put his right hand on his chest with the courtesy of a soldier, "It's a pleasure to see you here again, Your Highness." ”

"Nice to meet you, Captain." Aiglon also bowed his head and saluted the other party, "This time has really suffocated me, and I can't help but feel excited at the thought of being able to learn swordsmanship with you again." ”

Under Aiglon's compliment, the captain's stern and rigid face couldn't help but leak a smile.

"It's also an honor to have such a hard-working student as you."

The captain's words were not purely flattering, because most of the nobles he had seen before could not endure hardships because of their pampering, and because of their superior status, they often disobeyed discipline, and he could not do anything about them; But the son of this great man is different, he never stands in front of him, and when he teaches swordsmanship, he works hard, and he almost never complains about hardships, which is really quite rare.

It's a pity...... His fate was really bad, and the captain couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Putting aside his selfish distractions, the captain took out his training sword and handed it to Agron, and then practiced with him in general combat, while patiently explaining to him the pace and power skills.

Because he understood that Agron was recovering from his injury, the captain also spared his hand this time and slowed down the pace of his steps, which reduced the pressure on Agron a lot, but even so, Agron still felt that he was walking heavily after not exercising vigorously for a long time.

After a fierce confrontation, the two finally stopped their movements and began to rest.

"It seems that physical exercise can't be slackened for a moment, just after a period of rest, it's so much worse than the original!" Aiglon took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, then sighed.

"Your Highness, you have worked hard enough, the decline in strength is only due to objective reasons, it will be good to wait for a while." The captain comforted him.

"I think the same, I will definitely surpass you." Aglon replied with a sense of ambition.

"Then I think you'll have to work on it for a long time—" the captain smiled smugly, "but I'm sure you'll be able to do it one day." ”

"By the way, Captain, I have something I want to discuss with you." Aiglon abruptly shifted the subject.

"Tell me." The captain nodded, though a little confused.

"I've been getting a little bored lately, so I've asked Her Highness the Princess to find an opportunity to see a play at the theater in Vienna—" Aglon replied in as flat a tone as possible, "Her Highness the Princess has agreed to my request, but she has concerns, and she worries about our safety...... So Captain, are you willing to protect us when the time comes? ”

Aiglon's seemingly casual question was actually something he had prepared in his heart a long time ago.

There is no doubt that the Austrian court will never allow itself to escape from the surveillance and go to the theater alone with Princess Sophie to watch a play, and it will inevitably install a "protective" entourage.

What's more, despite the captain's swordsmanship, after all these years of following him, Aiglon has long had a clear understanding of his personality, which makes it easier to predict his actions - if it is an unknown person who is sent to monitor, it will take him more time to get used to it.

As for Her Royal Highness the Princess, he was not worried at all, as long as Aglon made a request and it was not particularly against the principle, Her Royal Highness the Princess would basically respond to her requests.

Under his expectant gaze, the captain's expression slowly shifted from confusion to calm.

"If the court gives me the responsibility to protect you and Her Royal Highness the Princess, then I will be responsible for it with my life."

"Thank you, Captain!" Aglon was overjoyed and thanked the other party again and again.

"Aiglon~~~" Just as he was about to say something more, a delicate call suddenly came from afar.

The eyes of the two men instantly turned to the direction where the voice came from, and then they noticed that a group of women in skirts were walking towards them along the path, led by none other than Princess Sophie.

"I guessed right, you're here." Princess Sophie looked at the young man with a smile on her face, "It's really hard work, I'm just running out to practice swords!" ”

Her eyes have been fixed on the young man, rippling with the light of appreciation, although Agelon at this moment is a little scattered because of the vigorous exercise just now, but with a sword in his hand, he looks heroic, the original melancholy and weakness are swept away, and standing under the grand triumphal arch seems to have a fearless momentum.

"I have always believed that the best way to heal the sick and wounded is through exercise, Your Highness." Aglon respectfully saluted the princess.

"That being said, you should also be careful not to overdo it." Her Royal Highness took out a handkerchief and wiped her forehead lovingly, "Look, you've been sweating so much, it's enough, right?" That's all for today, right? ”

By the time she said the last sentence, she had already looked at Captain Forrestie, who was standing next to Agron.

As the handkerchief stroked his forehead, the faint scent of roses rushed to the tip of Aiglon's nose, and the feeling of someone watching him was even more embarrassing, but he didn't break free.

"Yes, Your Highness." Captain Forrestie didn't squint as if he hadn't seen anything, but nodded.

After wiping off the sweat, Princess Sophie put the handkerchief back in her arms.

"Aiglon, there's something I want to inform you."

"Tell me." Agron nodded.

"Your mother, she will be here in two days, and you need to be ready to receive her." Princess Sophie whispered.

Agron was slightly surprised, but quickly nodded calmly.

"I will receive the Countess of Nepeg with all due courtesy, if she is happy to see me."

"You're really ......" Seeing his reaction, Princess Sophie couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.

Aiglon did not have a good relationship with his mother, Louisa, the former Empress of the French Empire.

If she was the wife and mother of the Bonaparte family from 1810 when she married to France until the fall of the empire in 1814, then after 1814 she was completely unrelated to the family.

In 1814, on the way back to Austria, she fell illegitimately with the Count of Neppeg, who escorted her, and soon after she lived with her lover – and soon after, she was made Duchess of Parma, with whom she went to the fiefdom.

In 1821, only two or three months after news of Napoleon's death reached Europe, she was relieved to marry the Count of Neppel, with whom she had already had three children before 1821.

In fact, it's nothing, Aiglon is not a feudal and old-fashioned person, not to mention that Napoleon himself has no real relationship with him, and his mother remarries again, which is her own business.

Since then, however, Louisa has worn out all feelings for the Bonaparte family and has treated her once-beloved son with a surprising indifference.

Historically, Louisas left for Palma de Mallorca in 1816, leaving her son in Austria to be raised, and after that, until the death of Napoleon II in 1832, she saw her son seven times in 16 years, and each time she came and went in a hurry, as if she had only been left at Schönbrunn with a dark history that she could not look back on.

In 1832, the king of Rome, suffering from tuberculosis, was dying on his bed at Schönbrunn Palace, and although Luisa, who was in Parma in May, was notified, she did not arrive until the end of June, and finally saw her son die silently a month later.

Even if the Roman king's soul was replaced once this time, this still did not change, and the mother still did not care about her son.

Aiglon has always treated others as others would treat him as he treated, so he used the title of "Countess of Nepeger" to coldly isolate himself from his mother.

Princess Sophie, who knew all about Egron, certainly understood the motives of the young man's actions, but what could she do other than sigh?

"Aiglon, that's your mother after all......"

"Mother! You can't seem to use such a noble title for a man who has not visited me since I was injured in a fall, and who has not even written a letter of condolences. Aglon replied coldly.

His answer made Princess Sophie speechless for a moment.

She looked at it with some sadness, then sighed lovingly.

"Don't be so stubborn sometimes, Aiglon."

Aiglon didn't answer, just stood quietly.

"Your Highness, I have a request."

"What request?" Princess Sophie asked.

"When we go to the theater, can we put the captain on the protection job?" He looked at the captain who was standing not far away.

"Yes, I'll do it." In this atmosphere, Princess Sophie didn't even bother to think about it again, but directly agreed to his request.

If that makes you happier.

Because of such an unpleasant topic just now, both of them were a little unhappy, and Princess Sophie chatted for a while, and then quickly took her leave.

"Alright, I'll go back first, take care of yourself, Aiglon."

"Thank you, I will." Agron nodded.

Her Royal Highness stroked his forehead again.

"Do not be discouraged, child, for the Lord will bless us all."

Then she turned and walked away.

Aglon watched Her Highness leave, then walked over to Captain Forrestie.

"Your Highness has just granted my request, Captain, and you can do something about it."

"Yes, Your Highness." The captain nodded, but his body remained still.

"Anything else?" Aglon asked curiously.

Captain Forrestie's expression was very hesitant, unusually decisive.

"Your Highness, you and Her Royal Highness the Princess are both the highest nobles of the Empire, and we mortals cannot touch the existence, so your romance is not something I can interfere with or put a beak in, no matter what happens, I can pretend to be deaf and dumb." After a moment of hesitation, Captain Forrestie, who had made up his mind, whispered, "But your Highness, will you listen to my advice?" ”

"Tell me." Aiglon nodded indifferently.

"Your position is somewhat awkward, and the best way to resolve this awkward situation is to marry a princess, and the more prestigious the family, the better." "I have no doubt that you have the qualities to please any family," whispered Captain Forrestie, "but...... If something happens before that, it's likely to damage your reputation and do you no good in the future. ”

After being at court for so long, Captain Forrestie had certainly heard some rumors—even he didn't need to listen to them, and he could tell a little bit about the appearance of the two of them when Agron and the princess came and went.

In his position, the less words he said, the better, but it was precisely because of the feelings generated by years of getting along that he couldn't help but give advice to this little master.

"Wind review? it! However, his efforts were in vain, and Aglon only smiled contemptuously.

"I don't have a mother, but I have a mother, have you ever seen anyone who would abandon their mother because of the wind?"