(Also known as Warhammer: The Nineteenth Century)
Nationalism has left the thousand-year-old empire tottering, while the tricolor flag tolls the death knell for the old order. The empire's holy knight watches every stir of the wind, never imagining that the upheaval began with the tiniest ripple and that all it took to topple the camel was a single article.
"Wife, you've lied to me so many times, starting with Ubersreik."
Selina's face flushed red, and the veins on her forehead stood out as she protested, "Writing doesn't count as lying... Writing! ... Can a reporter's work really be called deception?"
Then came a string of incomprehensible phrases, like "freedom of the press" and "the Fourth Estate," making Friane burst into laughter. Their bridal chamber was filled with cheerful air.
