The shift in British foreign policy quickly triggered a chain reaction. In the end, the French could not resist the temptation and accepted the British into the alliance, shifting the pressure onto Austria.
That winter, Vienna was exceptionally cold. Before Christmas had even arrived, Schönbrunn Palace had already donned a coat of silver.
The snow crunched beneath his feet, as pleasing to the ear as ever.
In high spirits, Franz no longer worried over the diplomatic upheaval. Since the French dared to let the British join the alliance, he did not mind having one more shit-stirring ally.
The Franco-Austrian Alliance had never been stable to begin with. Now that the scheming British had joined it, Franz could already see the alliance's collapse in the future.
Of course, in the short term, it would still benefit everyone. An alliance between the United Kingdom, France, and Austria could raise their prestige to its peak, making every nation in the world tremble beneath this alliance.
When he entered the conference room, Foreign Minister Wessenberg was already inside. A cup of coffee on the table still gave off wisps of steam; clearly, he had been there for some time.
His purpose went without saying. He had naturally come to communicate with Franz in advance about whether they should ally with the British.
Thanks to the British reputation, the Vienna Government had never been particularly enthusiastic about forming an alliance with them. Even the pro-British faction within the government did not consider the British good allies.
After the customary greetings, Franz asked directly, "What are your thoughts?"
Foreign Minister Wessenberg paused, seemingly organizing his words. After a moment, he replied, "Your Majesty, the French have already compromised. There is no need for us to remain deadlocked.
"With the British joining the alliance, its lifespan is