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At nine-thirty in the morning, the snow outside continued to fall heavily. The Empire is like this, around the Winter Festival, the whole country is basically snowy all day long, both in the deep Black Forest and the capital Brunswick.
Inside the Royal Hotel, on the top floor, in the large suite.
The room door was suddenly flung open, and a little boy ran in from the outside: "Mom! Mom!"
"..." The Empire Countess was lying on the bed, covered by a blanket, seemingly unresponsive to someone entering from outside.
"Mom!" Little Frederick ran in from outside, excitedly trotting a few steps, then jumped directly onto the bed, pressing his small body onto his mom: "Mom! Wake up! It's already nine-thirty!"
