The turmoil sweeping the Balkan Peninsula did nothing to affect Franz's mood. Not even the destruction of a rebel gang drew his attention.
After being emperor for so many years, he had seen plenty of storms and waves. Someone wanted to rebel? Hadn't they been suppressed before they could even begin?
Franz was already used to such things. Every few years, there would be a few fools who had decided they wanted to die. Usually, they were suppressed by the police; even if they occasionally raised the banner of rebellion, the local feudal powers would swiftly stamp them out.
Nearly all feudal remnants were deeply wary of revolution. Since the gunshots of the Revolutions of 1848, Austria's situation had changed.
Anyone could suppress a rebellion. No matter when or why, suppressing rebellion was righteous. Even if innocent people were accidentally harmed, there was no need to worry about being held accountable.
Even butcher generals could be promoted to field marshal and receive state funerals after death. Austrian public opinion had already been turned around.
Such changes naturally stirred the enthusiasm of those below. Suppressing a rebellion was a great merit; there was no need to worry about being held accountable, much less about retaliation. Since it was a feudal emperor, if one person rebelled, the whole family suffered.
Influenced by the environment, Austria's revolutionary groups had shifted their activities overseas, almost completely cutting themselves off from the country.
The brave souls who dared return home to stir up trouble had no idea which corner they had ended up in, contributing bricks and tiles to national construction. Perhaps even if they died, the Vienna Government would have no record of them.
The government might have no records, but the intelligence agencies certainly did. As an emperor who cared about his reputation,