"Your Majesty——Your Majesty——"
The sharp cries of Count Salazar came from outside the study, sounding like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Franz II frowned, threw his diary into the drawer, and before he could say "come in," the door was violently pushed open.
The court director nearly stumbled to his desk, his once neat wig askew, and the oil and sweat on his face streaked through the powder.
"Calm down," Franz II said sternly. "What happened?"
"Count Rinek has been killed!" Count Salazar's voice trembled uncontrollably. "They're parading his head in the streets... They've also occupied the Royal Armory, and now there are armed mobs everywhere outside.
"They might rush to Schonbrunn Palace soon. They will kill everyone..."
In his mind, "everyone" only included the Emperor and the nobles.
Franz II's eye twitched, but he quickly maintained a rigid expression, loudly saying, "Tomorrow. The army York brings tomorrow can restore order, don't worry..."
