"You've forgotten about Carlo Alberto."
Franz reminded him. Seeing that Maximilian did not answer, he continued.
"Do you know why every neighboring country wanted to wipe out Switzerland?
Now guess where the traitors from Austria, Germany, France, and the Kingdom of Sardinia all went?"
Maximilian said with even less confidence.
"The Two Sicilies are different from Switzerland."
"They're no different, my brother. It's time to wake up from your daydream. And do you really think your country could keep running without my funding?"
"Didn't Ferdinand II inherit the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies' debts?"
Maximilian truly lost his nerve this time. The Kingdom of the Two Sicilies' debts were no trifling sum. The several hundred thousand Florins he had saved over the years, even combined with the eight million Sophie had given him, were hardly worth mentioning.
"Of course he did. But do you know the financial situation of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies?"
Maximilian instinctively shook his head. This time, it was Franz's turn to be shocked, and his voice rose without his realizing it.
"Then what the hell did you go to Naples for? Didn't you meet a great many people? Visit a great many places?"
Maximilian had indeed met many prominent figures in society. He had also visited many people's homes, famous sites, and well-known shops.
He had indulged himself in being a king, but that was the one thing he did not want to say aloud.
How could Franz not understand what had happened when he saw this? After all, he had gone through it himself back then.
At the time, even in the army, even when the nation stood on the brink of life and death, if Franz so much as looked at someone twice, man or woman, they would act as though they