On the morning of January 20, 1917, Baron von Berchtold, the Austro-Hungarian Foreign Minister, went to the palace early to seek an audience with German Emperor Wilhelm III.
Although he had only just gotten up and was eating breakfast, Oscar quickly finished the bread in his hand and drank his milk. With an apologetic look, he apologized to the Empress and the children, then headed for his study.
"Good morning, Your Excellency," Oscar said with a smile. Although the other man was the Foreign Minister of an enemy nation, Oscar did not speak harshly to him. After all, war was merely the continuation of politics. For politicians like them, there was no such thing as absolute hatred. Everything was merely for their own national interests.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, I apologize for disturbing you so early," Baron von Berchtold said expressionlessly. There was a trace of hatred in his eyes as he looked at Oscar. After all, his country was about to be destroyed by Germany. With the Austro-Hungarian Empire already falling apart, unless God descended upon the world, no one could stop Austria from being destroyed.
Oscar waved a hand, unconcerned by it.
"Your Excellency, since you came to see me so early, I presume your country has already given its answer?" Oscar asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor. Although the Austro-Hungarian Empire has already collapsed, Austria alone cannot possibly withstand Germany's iron hooves. However, we still will not submit. If Germany wishes to occupy the Austro-Hungarian Empire, then it can trample the Austro-Hungarian Empire flat. Our troops will fight to the death. Germany will pay an enormous price for this!" Baron von Berchtold said with a resolute expression.
Oscar nodded. He was not surprised that the Austro-Hungarian Empire would give such a reply. After all, no country could