"Since today might be the day I'm completely banished from this building... do you want to hear the story behind when my ancestor founded this magazine?"
Anna crossed her hands and looked up, gazing at the sculpture of her ancestor before her.
"Some biographers, when writing about this period, depict my ancestor as a shrewd politician with unwavering conviction—claiming that during the last half-century of the Habsburg Dynasty's fiery reign, he was able to foresee the storm clouds looming over Europe."
"While other traditional European noble families still held optimistic expectations for the future, the Old Count had already predicted that war was inevitable. He withdrew early from the vortex of political struggle, laying long-term plans..."
Anna couldn't help but show a peculiar expression in her eyes.
