Hechingen.
As a small town, Hechingen had developed fairly smoothly over the years. Yet the local residents had suddenly realized that their connection to the former Hechingen Royal Family was growing ever more distant. Old King Constantin had crossed the seas, while the young crown prince was away from the territory all day. Even when he returned, he mostly lived directly in the castle. Hohenzollern Castle was practically a suburb beyond the suburbs from Hechingen town—not in the same place at all.
But because Prussia had taken over and restored order, the local citizens had gradually grown accustomed to this life. Now, it ought to be called Germany. On the day Germany was founded, the people of Hechingen spontaneously held a ceremony to celebrate this historic moment for the Germanic people.
Now Ernst, that wandering soul, had finally returned again, and he had even come to the town itself for once. The sprawling buildings renovated in the academy district stood utterly at odds with Hechingen's narrow, crowded streets. Such structures might not have seemed so abrupt if they had been placed in Stuttgart.
However, because of Hechingen Military Academy, most of the buildings here had been constructed according to the scale of German institutions of higher learning, and on an even grander scale at that. Compared with them, the other nearby schools fell somewhat short.
Looking at the Hechingen Military Academy he had built with his own hands, Ernst said with emotion, "Hechingen Military Academy has completed its historical mission in Hechingen. In the future, this place will be converted into a university dedicated to East African students learning Germany's advanced knowledge and technology!"
The East African mainland currently had no plans to establish its own universities. First, it lacked enough qualified teachers; second, it lacked enough students. Thus, it