“Franz, what has been going on with you lately?! Why have you fallen so far behind in your coursework?!”
His mother, the Bavarian princess, Archduchess Sophie, questioned impatiently, leaving Franz no opportunity to explain.
This was the consequence of him reincarnating as Franz—he began to go against his public image of a good boy in a lot of ways as time passed: his lower grades were a sign of that.
“I am sorry to say that this is because of you, dear Mother; what with you over scheduling me with coursework to the point of overwhelming me. But more than that, do not forget, I already have the heaviest class load among all the nobles throughout the entire great continent of Europe,” Franz sniped back.
“Franz, do you mean to insinuate that I am abusing you?” demanded Archduchess Sophie, her face now red with anger.
“Dear Mother, I’m not blaming you for it, just informing you about the truth of the unbearably heavy workload placed on me. I barely have enough energy and time for my courses, and yet you’ve imposed extra military training on me recently! Of course my performance will be affected because of such strain. In fact, how about actually getting rid of some of these unnecessary courses so that I can accomplish something!” Franz asserted.
“So then, my dear Franzi; you think yourself grown and within your right to disobey your mother?” challenged Archduchess Sophie, her face turning colder each second.