In the Name of Empress-Chapter 603 - 353: Three Wishes

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The City of Music and Arts, Tirol.

This place is the cultural center of the Rodinia Continent and even the entire world.

Although the Jin Yuan people pride themselves on West City's status in the arts being no less than that of Tirol, this is only their blind confidence.

It's their opinion, not an accepted consensus worldwide.

In the fields of literature, painting, and sculpture, they indeed have the qualifications to compete with Tirol, but in music, they are far behind.

Musicians who make a name on the continent will ultimately choose to perform grandly in Tirol.

If one hasn't offered a brilliant performance to the elite in Tirol's Golden Hall, they cannot be considered a top musician.

This is the consensus.

First Year of the Rebirth Era, March 15th, night.

This world has no Consumer Rights Protection Day; here, there's only grand music performances.

This meticulously prepared performance is Schuster's debut and a birthday tribute for the noble Lady Sisi, who is about thirty-something, but no one dares to ask.

The elegant and dignified beautiful queen, and the king who, despite his age, is graceful, are the main characters of tonight's performance.

The third tier of audience seats facing the stage in the concert hall is divided into soundproof boxes.

The first tier of the audience is allowed a few cultured citizens to enter and listen.

The second tier belongs to the second class and minor nobility.

Just like their position in the audience seating, the identity of the audience here also sits between the upper and lower classes.

Middle-class merchants, top craftsmen with exquisite skills, luminaries in the arts, and a few middle and lower class nobles who are far from the centers of power are seated here.

Above them is the real elite. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Only hereditary counts and above are qualified to sit on the third tier, and dukes and kings can have exclusive boxes here.

As the ruler of the Tirol Kingdom, the over seventy-year-old Franz Tirol still looks vigorous, his rosy face exuding some semblance of youth.

If you only looked at his appearance, you might even think he was just over fifty and well-maintained.

If someone who hasn't seen King Franz in a few years saw him now, they would most likely be surprised.

After all, he looks much younger now than he did three years ago.

In his exclusive box, besides himself, there are his beloved wife Lady Sisi, two sons, and the youngest daughter.

Today is Lady Sisi's thirty-fourth birthday.

Converted to the human standard of the Theia Plane, she too has reached an age of lingering charm.

The three children enthusiastically presented her with gifts and congratulations.

But behind the enthusiasm lies a faint sense of distance.

After all, Lady Sisi is not their biological mother, only the beautiful stepmother their father married after their mother's death.

Eldest Prince Charlie, taking the opportunity to light candles for his stepmother, slightly lowered his head.

He had mixed feelings.

As a filial son, he should hope for his father's health, longevity, and peace. But he never dreamed that his father might outlive him.

He sighed inwardly; if his father continues to look youthful, he might even seem older than his father.

He is the child his father had with his mother when they were young; he is already fifty-one years old.

Since being established as crown prince at eleven, he was arranged to receive systematic crown prince education.

Who's ever heard of a forty-year crown prince!

The Tirol Kingdom is not considered a top-tier power, but its strength is only a step away from the great empires.

Successive kings of the half-step empire-level Tirol Kingdom dreamed of wearing the emperor's crown.

As long as the territory is expanded and sufficient legal support is obtained, Tirol has a chance to become an empire.

This is also the mission borne by every Tirol king.

On his grandfather's deathbed, he clutched his father's hand and repeatedly urged him to strive to revive the glory of Odin and establish a new Odin Empire led by the Tiroleans.

Franz did his best, did everything he could. During his tenure, the Tirol Kingdom experienced political clarity, national strength flourished, and he even expanded quite a bit of territory.

After dividing parts of the Wende Empire's territories, they already hold the minimum threshold of three million square kilometers for an empire, and the next step requires legal support.

(Note: The land area of the Theia Plane is several times larger than Earth's)

The Tiroleans are descendants of the Odin People, and due to Emperor Odin's declaration of equality, every citizen of the Odin Empire is qualified to become emperor.

Good news: Tiroleans have a strong claim to the Odin Empire.

Bad news: Prudon, Weimar, and even the Val City State do as well, and even the Sussex and Jin Yuan people shamelessly participate.

Franz originally had no great ambition to become emperor; he only wished to leave ample capital for his descendants.

He had high expectations for crown prince Charlie, believing the crown prince to be capable and ambitious, with the makings of a great emperor.

His strategy was originally to pave the way for his son.

If he couldn't become emperor, being the father of one wasn't so bad either.

Charlie also deeply appreciated his father's hard work, and with Franz gradually relinquishing power, his authority was nearly that of an executive vice king, so he was patient.

However, all this changed after his mother's passing.

His mother died at fifty-three, an age not considered premature in this era, but in the well-off royal family, it wasn't long-lived either.

Charlie once suspected the cause of his mother's death, but after an investigation confirmed it was indeed due to a chronic illness, he had to accept reality.

The year after his mother's death, his father married Queen Sisi, who was only sixteen.

At that time, she was the most famous beauty on the continent, with suitors lining up from Ireland to Balat, and no one expected her to fancy his already over fifty-year-old father.