In the eyes of ordinary people, Switzerland was a place of beautiful scenery. Victor Hugo had once said that its rocks were letters, its lakes were sentences, and its villages were like accents.
But Georgiana remembered the hill called Grindelwald, as well as all the wars that had taken place in the Alps.
A Lion Monument stood by Lake Lucerne, where 786 Swiss mercenaries had died protecting the Bourbon royal family.
Besides that, Swiss mercenaries had also given their lives in Rome to protect the Pope.
After World War II, Switzerland, a country that was neutral on the surface, had swallowed up the gold of many Jews through its banks.
Georgiana did not actually have a good impression of Switzerland, despite how beautiful its scenery looked.
Her only pleasant memory of that place was a little wooden cabin in the Alps. No matter how heavily it snowed outside, the tent had always been warm. It had been the same back in XZ. Since they could not light a fire, they could only keep warm by embracing each other.
Napoleoni had started the fire early, while Georgiana liked to hold the short-legged cat named Rulande. Ghosts should not have had body heat; coldness was the hallmark of the underworld. But Napoleoni said they were "alive." She should not have had any doubts about that, so she felt that the cat in her arms was giving off warmth.
Now her suite was filled with dahlias, and they were all prized varieties. This flower had become widely cultivated across Europe alongside the French Revolution.
Napoleoni liked Racine and Corneille. While looking for books, she had mentioned this to Caprara, and he had found Cicero's The Orator among the Church's books. Corneille had greatly admired Cicero when he was studying, and Cicero was widely