I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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“But what will happen to Greece?”

“We’ll just have to manage it decently through the Rome Treaty Organization later.”

At the Rome Treaty Organization. Either soothe them appropriately or pin the blame on them decisively.

“That makes sense. Then we will march with mechanized infantry, ensuring order and peace above all else. That’s all we need to do.”

Just showing a nonchalant front should be sufficient.

“Exactly.”

For us, Greece is just that. Like a general we use in the final trials of the Middle East.

“Yet, Your Majesty, I suddenly thought of something.”

Is he thinking of something entertaining?

Ungern is grinning like a child who has just found a toy.

“Then wouldn’t it be wise to warn the Greek army gently? We must at least show that we are trying to stop them.”

Right. It could be a method to provoke them even more.

The Greek army, eager for some national pride, might disregard what we say and try to advance into Iran regardless.

“Right. Just a fitting warning. That should be enough.”

We’ve warned them several times.

Still, we mustn’t come off as suspicious; it should seem like we’re trying to take the ball away from them.

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Outskirts of Baghdad

While pushing into Baghdad, the Greek army had to heed a warning from the Russian army.

“What? Are you telling us to keep our distance from Baghdad because it’s dangerous?”

General Alexandros Papagos of the Greek army doubted his ears.

It’s absurd; what’s going on here?

“Yes, our Tsar expresses concerns that the Greek army is being too reckless.”

A warning from the Russian army.

At first glance, it seemed truly frightening, but Papagos scoffed.

“The Tsar of your country is telling us to stay back while he comes here. It’s obvious he’s excited to make a move too.”

But what can one do? The Greek army has no intention of surrendering everything without a fight.

“That’s not the intent.”

The commander of the Greek army in the Rome Treaty Organization, Alexandros Papagos, felt displeased.

Are we really supposed to back off just because a Tsarina decides to show up?

Is this even reasonable? Baghdad is nearly conquered.

And a force of 250,000? That’s far too many.

We, with just 30,000, have been ransacking Iraq after repelling those proclaiming themselves Romans in Italy.

‘They probably don’t want to lose any more power.’

Being a patron nation, it would be awkward for Greece to take everything.

Unless they’re looking to plunder more oil, it doesn’t matter. This expedition is both an opportunity for Greece and, concurrently, a venture of the Rome Treaty Organization, meaning there’s no need to follow the Tsar’s wishes.

Consequently, Alexandros treated the warning as nothing more than a warning.

“Got it. Then we’ll only take Baghdad. Come on, hasn’t Russia enjoyed enough for a while?”

A little too harsh, that phrase.

Zhukov thought about how to deal with this character and decided to just let it go.

Warnings can be fine, but they wouldn’t mind pushing forward either. Didn’t the Tsar say that?

In simpler terms, they just needed to say, “I clearly stated my warning?”

If they ignored it, that’s on them.

“Still, please have some consideration.”

Consideration, you say? To Papagos, it sounded very much like, “Please let us keep our share for our Tsarina.”

“What kind of misunderstanding are you having? The Rome Treaty Organization is not solely a governing body for Russia, you know? It’s an organization for all of Europe.”

Right. The Rome Treaty Organization isn’t just for Russia alone.

Of course, it was established significantly through Russia’s proposal and influence, and other European countries did take cues from Russia. Nonetheless, at least on the surface, everyone gets a say in the organization.

Even Albania, for that matter.

Only partner nations would have to comply with the organization’s orders, but still.

Greece should at least be allowed to voice their opinions now.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I understand that? It’s just that I’m worried because Greece seems to be running rampant.”

When did they care so much about Greece? It’s common for people to want to do more of what they’re told not to do.

“I understand, so tell your Tsar not to worry too much. We’re fine here.”

Papagos waved his hand as if shooing away a bother.

Honestly speaking, he was downright weary.

They were having fun right now, but only providing warnings about interference. Seeing how cautious they were indicates concern about getting ahead of themselves.

“Yes, understood.”

Though he had many grievances, there wasn’t much he could say in return.

After all, the Tsar only instructed him to keep it at a warning level, not to directly stop any incursions.

“Is it really okay to disregard Russia like this?”

The young advisor grimaced while asking, but Papagos laughed heartily.

“If he were the type to care about such matters, the Tsar wouldn’t be in his position now.”

The Tsar is no ordinary woman.

In diplomacy and international relations, she shows none of the customary female traits, acting solely for national interests.

She was the one who unified Europe, creating the Rome Treaty Organization.

Conquerors such as Napoleon emerged, but none revived Rome like that Tsar did.

However, because of that, to maintain unity, the Tsar cannot violently suppress Greece’s interests either.

Moreover, she was the one who granted Greece this opportunity, claiming lineage from the Hellenistic Empire.

If one day she suddenly declares, “Oh, I changed my mind!” and proceeds to take away Greece’s accomplishments, would that suit her as the conqueror of Europe?

If Russia has any conscience, they can’t dismiss Greece’s contributions.

There might be slight, minor clashes along the way, but what would happen if they launched a grand campaign in the Rome Treaty Organization?

Greece, which repelled the Red Roman army in World War II, would be able to indulge in their Hellenistic pride once again.

So they must push forward from Baghdad to Tehran in Iran.

Anyway, it’s just a straightforward campaign toward the capital, so there shouldn’t be any issues.

“Invaders! Die!” – Bang!

One Iraqi soldier charged with explosives was shot in the head and collapsed.

There had been quite a few like him until now.

I heard that within Russia, they were reasonably considering the potential of Islamic extremists causing issues but didn’t intend to do much about it. Perhaps the Tsar has gotten too timid with age.

“Hmm, but we must conquer Baghdad, I said, so we must set an example. As the Hellenistic army, let’s urge Baghdad to surrender and commence the attack.”

If that Tsar foolishly insists on joining the fray, it could complicate matters, so for now, they decided to just suggest surrender without the need to wait for a response before pushing in.

After all, there’s no need for unnecessary effort to reclaim the rightful territory of Hellenism.

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After hearing about the successful launch from Vladimir, I immediately moved around Iraq.

The cities ravaged by the Greek army lay in ruins, and there was not a single force left to resist us.

Those who survived might harbor a grudge against the Rome Treaty and could one day enter the countries of the Rome Treaty to enact terrorist acts.

So I decided to step in personally to soothe the Iraqis.

“You people are not like those Greek scoundrels! What are you planning now?”

“We have come only to clean up the disaster caused by the Greek army. We are peacekeeping forces from the Rome Treaty Organization, not invading forces like Greece!”

We clearly defined the line, saying we are different from those rascals!

“We will distribute food to those in need. Moreover, the Rome Treaty Organization will assist those who have lost their homes.”

The Rome Treaty Military categorized the Greeks as the invading army that acted without restraint.

As it stood, direct invasions toward Iraq and Iran had not yet passed within the Rome Treaty Organization.

Only the proposal to “restore the Hellenistic Empire” had cleared the way.

In other words, it’s a kind of wordplay.

We can’t just invade outright; we need to provide a justification.

“Waaaaah! Waaah! The Greek army! My father! My father!”

“Oh dear. Oh dear. The Greek army must have treated you terribly.”

I was just suitably comforting the Iraqis here.

The Greeks was rampaging freely, and we were following behind, portraying ourselves as the protectors who came to rescue the Iraqis from the Greek scum.

All we had to do was package it nicely like that.

“Do you think they would fall for such an obvious ploy?”

An obvious ploy.

Sometimes, those things can indeed work.

“How could they know what is discussed in the Rome Treaty Organization headquarters? Besides, humans often believe only what is in front of their eyes.”

Whether or not those Middle Easterners who are angry at Greece figure out that it was all part of my scheming in the future, I could not care less. By then, they’d have no choice but to turn to the Rome Treaty Organization for any future assistance.

So right now, all I had to do was get through this moment and ensure that the Middle East fell under our control.

Though, sometimes things don’t go exactly as I plan.

“You bitch! You filthy son of a Tsar!”

“Who are you?”

I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but his body was packed with explosives, so it seemed suspicious.

Was he planning to charge at me and die? Seems like it’s about time to show the difference between the culprit and me.

“There’s no way you aren’t behind the Greek army! Die!”

“Oh no, that could be troublesome.”

BOOM!

I felt an explosion right in front of me, and I could feel the flesh being torn apart all over my body.

Great, this makes it so much easier for me to handle this situation.

I’d joked about wanting to become Allah in front of Maria before, but I certainly didn’t want that to be real.

I thought plausibility had shattered. But now, it seemed that might actually come true.

No, perhaps I could just dismiss this as a misfire or a faulty bomb due to procurement corruption?

Would they even see me as Allah at this point?

I could just keep cosplaying as the Saint I’ve been all along.

“This can’t be! You’re unharmed? Is the rumor about you being a Saint true?”

“Do you think I’m Allah or something?”

The reactions from everyone were various. No, that scene looks oddly familiar.

Feels like the kind of vibe where people witness my survival and begin to deify me.

These Middle Eastern Muslims are no different, it seems.

Still, just in case, I decided to call an interpreter to ask.

“What are they saying?”

“They’re asking if Your Majesty is Allah.”

Oh great, has the world gone mad? Why is the plausibility so intertwined like this?

“That’s nonsense! How can an imperialist be Allah!”

Right. Of course, that’s absurd.

I am indeed an imperialist, but I am not your Allah.

I’m merely the individual who, out of necessity, resurrected this civil war-ridden Russia for the sake of humanity’s future.

“So why don’t I die?”

“Uh, good question?”

“Are you really the only god who has come to save us?”

“Perhaps I descended here borrowing the body of a human female.”

Oh, damn it. Is this really not going to end well?

Isn’t Allah supposed to be a male? Sure, gender may not matter to a deity, but still.

Sure, this could be immensely beneficial for me, but it still feels wrong.

“I am not the one and only god. I am simply the force intervening to protect you from the Greek scourge that bothers you while seeking to rebuild the Hellenistic Empire. I cannot be the Allah you wish for.”

I can play the roles of a Saint or the Roman Emperor, but not Allah.

In the actual course of history, “Allah Akbar” used to be a phrase intimately tied to acts of terrorism, so tying that to me would be quite awkward.

However, at this moment, for the sake of subjugating the Middle East to the Rome Treaty Organization, it wouldn’t be all that bad.

“It seems you appear as Allah in their eyes.”

Zhukov was standing by, amazed.

But I mean, being treated as Allah is a bit excessive. I don’t want any additional titles.

“It appears so.”

“Isn’t this precisely what you were hoping for?”

Oh come on, to say I saw this coming is an exaggeration, though I did consider the possibility. That’s only when I’m charging forth in a tank, though.

But here? Not that.

“Surely not. I worry that they might worship me as Allah in the future in Iraq and Iran.”

That would certainly be a bit pathetic.

“Allah Akbar” is an Arabic phrase that praises the one and only Allah.

I heard even the Ottomans shouted that before Gallipoli.

Would there be a scenario in the future where Greeks shout “Allah Akbar!” while performing a suicide bombing, only for that Allah to represent me? That thought is a bit troubling.

For now, since I’ve come to embody Allah, I’ll try to exert a bit more influence.

While it’s tough to actually act like Allah, I’ll at least engage in a bit of charitable work.

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