"That's a good name. It carries a fine meaning."
Sophie said.
"And it's quite special, too."
Olga clearly cared more about that last point.
"Just as expected of Big Brother. Mm, Your Majesty the Emperor."
Anna was clearly still unaccustomed to such overly formal occasions.
"This is far too hasty."
Franz said, meeting everyone's approving gazes.
"Following your heart is what matters most."
Sophie drove the knife in again, and Olga immediately followed up, bright-eyed and full of spirit.
"I think Karl is a fine name too. How about we give him an Indian name as well? I suggest—"
"Let's just call him Karl."
Franz hurriedly cut Olga off. This woman had gone mad—why was she so fixated on India? She had just given birth, yet after eating and drinking, she still had the energy to stir up trouble here.
What Franz did not know was that Olga had already taken a nap midway through. Aside from Franz, nearly everyone had rested. Only he had kept his eyes wide open the entire time.
At that moment, someone suddenly knocked on the room's door. To come knocking at a time like this, there was clearly something extremely important that had to be reported to Franz. His heart instantly rose to his throat, and his mind began racing.
Franz racked his brains over everything that had happened recently. He clearly had not made any major moves lately. Had the France affair been exposed, and Napoleon III was ready to fight to the death?
Or had the great Indian national uprising erupted ahead of schedule? Or was Britain stirring up trouble somewhere again?
But the likeliest possibility was that his father-in-law had caused some major disturbance in the Near East again, especially after that earlier Proclamation Denouncing Filth, which had thoroughly offended every