Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, Little Ferdinand had turned eighteen. By custom, he was already eligible for military service. Unfortunately, he was still a little too young; otherwise, Ferdinand would definitely have sent him to the battlefield to gild his credentials!
But that was certainly impossible now. The military was a place that worshipped strength, and Little Ferdinand had yet to demonstrate the ability to win everyone's trust.
Besides, his mind had not fully matured. If conditions were blindly created for him to grind experience, he might instead develop an arrogant, disdainful character.
Whether or not to let Little Ferdinand serve in a frontline unit had nearly turned into a family conflict for Ferdinand.
Influenced by Bulgaria's domestic atmosphere, Little Ferdinand had harbored dreams of becoming a general since childhood. He later enrolled in the Bulgarian Army University. Because of the war, his class of cadets was about to graduate early, and by custom, they would all enter military service afterward.
Without question, Little Ferdinand was thrilled at the prospect of joining the army. But as the saying went, extreme joy begets sorrow. Just as he planned to head for the front, Queen Xenia caught him red-handed, and his dream of becoming a general was cut short.
Forget the front lines—even his enlistment was opposed by Xenia. In her view, once someone entered the military, there was always a chance they would be sent to the front!
As the heir apparent, once he entered the military, there would be many times when he could no longer act as he pleased. Should a major upheaval occur at the front and politics demand it, he would have to go to the battlefield.
Unable to get past his mother, Little Ferdinand set his sights on his father instead.