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"Oh, my dear little Herbert, you're leaving us, and our future fun will be gone. I am truly heartbroken; there's no better place than our Saxony."

Countess Eulenburg, in a dark blue tight-fitting dress, sat upright at the table, elegantly using a small teacup spoon. Her tone was exaggerated, but her expression remained unchanged, clearly feigning sorrow.

I didn't want to pay attention to her. This was already the fourth time she had gotten my nickname wrong. Stupid adults.

Before I was born, I had an elder brother who was also named Herbert, but he died young. My mother was heartbroken and couldn't recover from her grief for a long time, only having me when she was thirty-five.

To commemorate my prematurely deceased brother, my name was the same as his, only with a different nickname.