The supporters and male favorites of Isabella II had long since scattered like monkeys when the tree fell, while the Spanish Government Army's armed forces were taking a wait-and-see attitude, as if there was already no power left that could stop Carlos from reigning.
The Austrian Empire had also halted its advance, because the front line had already received orders from Vienna telling them to stand by in place.
Franz had his own plans, while the Austrians in Spain seemed extremely relaxed. After all, in most Austrians' understanding, they had come to liberate Spain from the hands of Isabella II.
Now that the mission was complete, it was time for them to go home.
Some high-level figures who knew the inside story felt regretful. After all, Spain's army looked unable to withstand a single blow, while the Spaniards had behaved even more loyally than the Austrians. To withdraw just like this truly left them somewhat reluctant.
If they could stay and manage this place, it would not take long for it to become territory of the Austrian Empire.
Those civil officials felt even more heartache. After all, the Austrian Empire had consumed no small amount of supplies for the war. To exchange it only for a few colonies where birds did not even shit was truly something of a losing bargain.
At that time, in Europeans' thinking, places outside Europe were basically all places where birds did not even shit. North America was comparatively special; after all, after British propaganda, Europeans had quite a favorable impression of it, though it was still a savage and uncultivated land.
So at this time, for officials of the Austrian Empire to call Spain's colonies places where birds did not even shit was completely reasonable.
However, just when it seemed that the overall situation