I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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Even if Baghdad has fallen to the Greeks, we still have the King in our grasp.

The Greek Army may be running amok, but they are ultimately part of the Rome Treaty Organization. They can’t do anything just because we are holding the King.

“That’s right. As you can see, we’re not invading; we’re here to protect Iraq, which has suffered due to the Greeks’ rampage.”

Iraq is now under our influence. That’s basically what I’m saying.

Knowing that we can’t stop Greece anyways, they won’t be able to refuse our requests.

If the pro-Rome factions are formed and receive military technology and training from the Roman advisory board, we can call the Middle East Hellenism as well.

It’s a shame for Greece, but what can we do?

We should be grateful that we are not holding Greece accountable for this incident.

“Of course. How could I not know? However, I do have a request for the one true God.”

A request? What’s up with that creepy, smug face?

“Go on, speak.”

Even so, they play their roles well. Faisal probably wants to ask for revenge against Greece right now.

But that’s that, and this is this.

“Would you kindly provide me with an autograph, and could you perhaps hold my hand too?”

An autograph and a handshake? I mean, an autograph is easy, but holding hands feels a bit odd.

“What’s so difficult about that?”

“Aaaah, thank you so much. I, Faisal, have received the grace of the one true God!”

Faisal smiled with a look of ecstasy.

Ugh, I really feel like I’ve lost my purity. Is this what a true fan feels like?

Even the guards and other royalty are turning their heads in embarrassment.

“Well then, we must resolve the current situation.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

We have to figure out how to persuade Greece, but they’ve already ignored our warnings.

This is rather disappointing from my perspective.

“Even if Greece is rampaging like this, we can’t recklessly punish the initial member nations of the Rome Treaty Organization.”

This allows us to give Greece a good thrashing, but do we really need to beat Greece for the sake of Iraq? That feels different.

“Tsar, how can you just watch while those who invaded Iraq go unpunished? Our King has been called the one true God.”

A woman whose position I couldn’t identify looked at me angrily.

I can understand her feelings. They are the ones who have been invaded, yet the Russians, who came under the guise of a savior, now say they can’t touch Greece.

But, I can offer something new.

“Then the foundation of the Rome Treaty Organization will collapse. Instead, let’s help your return to power and assist in modernizing Iraq. Also, we’ll allow you to join the Hellenistic Federation, which can be seen as a partner force of the Rome Treaty Organization.”

“Hellenistic Federation?”

The Hellenistic Federation. It wouldn’t be bad for you either.

If we have a pro-Rome King, we should push for it.

The Hellenistic Federation will be our brothers. By accepting this proposal, Iraq will prosper with substantial support from the West.

It was just a matter of friction over oil. As long as we avoid oil extortion, things will be fine, and we can maintain a good relationship.

“I’ve noticed many people along the way calling me the one true God besides the King. It seems that after the war, the relationship between Iraq and the Rome Treaty will be inseparable. This won’t be bad for Iraq either.”

There’s nothing bad for Iraq in this.

We’re both gaining from this. If the King cooperates, the Iraqis should cooperate with us as well.

We’ll justify occupying and stationed troops under the pretext of maintaining order across Iraq while providing supplies.

At the same time, I’m proving to the terrorists that I am the one true God.

“I understand.”

“Your Majesty, isn’t such a decision a bit sudden? Perhaps we should observe the situation a bit longer before reaching a decision.”

This time, someone who seemed to be a high-ranking official questioned me.

Sigh. I was about to reach a conclusion, and now this?

Just as I was feeling a bit disappointed, Faisal suddenly started getting mad.

“Countless Iraqis have been praising Tsar as the one true God along the way. What shall happen if we defy him now?”

Yeah. We mustn’t defy him. If we did, I wouldn’t know how to handle it.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I would destroy Iraq, but perhaps our Faisal should step down from the throne.

Sending an inspector to lead the Hellenistic Federation and making myself the Emperor of the Middle East sounds good.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to accept it. It’s not a compulsion.”

What will happen then is up to him.

Using the Okhrana, Faisal could be turned into a traitor to the one true God, and regrettably, our Faisal doesn’t seem to have the guts to do it.

“How could I defy the one true God! That’s impossible. I shall accept it!”

Uh, is this kid really okay?

This is essentially akin to King Gojong trying to sign the Eulsa Treaty himself. If he truly has an invincible hero backing him, the promise must be followed.

After all, it is the one true God who commands it.

That doesn’t mean I want to usurp the throne; I merely said that leading the Iraq Kingdom is fine.

“Are you truly okay with this?”

“Yes. Iraq, devastated by Qasim and the Greek army, will follow the new direction guided by the one true God.”

Ah, this kid is a bit overwhelming.

Is he really the King of Iraq? Why is he sucking up to me so much?

It’s nice, sure, but this is more shocking than I expected.

At least King Gojong did some things to make Japan uncomfortable. But Faisal just eagerly accepted everything without a fight.

“Then let’s proceed to Baghdad together.”

“And what about the Greek army?”

They’ve already dropped to Baghdad.

The Greek army will probably move forward. Regardless of worries, they’ll cause a scene claiming they have essentially conquered Iraq.

Then, there’s nothing I can really do.

“They’ll probably head to Iran next.”

“And after Iran, is it Afghanistan?”

If we don’t openly stop the Greek army now, they’ll go all the way to Afghanistan.

I already told Zhukov to give them a warning without much fuss.

“That might be the case. Ah.”

It might be fun to watch the Greek army bog down in Afghanistan.

Currently, the Greek army is operating independently from the Rome Treaty Army, and we’ve already drawn lines here.

It could get quite amusing. The Greek army attacks Afghanistan but coincidentally gets wiped out by the Afghan army.

Then we could give some suitable rewards to Afghanistan for stopping the rampaging Greek army and lure them into the Hellenistic Federation.

Ultimately, the Greek army’s limit will reach Afghanistan.

“The Rome Treaty Army will clean up public sentiment in Iraq for a while. We must properly assist the great power that the Greek army has ruined.”

Taking care of the mess caused by the Greek army isn’t a problem.

We’ll rebuild the city in our Roman style.

If anything, we’d make it even better than before, and Iraq should be grateful for that.

“Yes, we will do so, Your Majesty.”

“Truly, you are the one true God, Your Majesty! Allah!”

Oh, Allah, what a pain. Please let me off the hook.

Honestly, it feels like the world is going mad right now.

“Hey, it’s not Allah, okay? Right, then let’s head to Baghdad.”

Anyways, we have to go to Baghdad.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

What awaited us upon entering Baghdad was a terrible sight of the city.

The old-style buildings hadn’t been destroyed.

At any rate, they left alone anything that might be of value or artistic worth, but the Greek army had been running rampant.

The only relief was that Qasim’s army had collapsed.

The Greek army had wiped out Qasim’s forces, and somehow Faisal, who supported me, had regained power based on the elite guard.

“We will assist in the reconstruction of Baghdad.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

No need for gratitude. We will do things our way. We’ll make it look like ours. I’ll slowly color Islam in my hue.

In that process, Faisal just needs to act as my proxy.

“Ah, this is a limited edition doll of Your Majesty bought from Western Japan!”

Faisal brought out what looked like a doll that remarkably resembled me by the standards of this era.

He even claimed he brought it all the way from Western Japan?

Damn. This little punk should just go and get himself killed by Qasim!

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Kanto Republic of Eastern Japan

Today, the Kanto Republic of Eastern Japan was heating up because of Rumei Shep.

To be precise, Eastern Japan was becoming hell for MacArthur’s revenge.

Although Kanto Republic governs the entire Eastern Japan, regrettably, Rumei burned it all down, so in reality, only the Kanto region remains under the control of the Kanto Republic.

However, the communists still survived.

“Ugh, they’re really annoying. Those Reds.”

“This time, they wiped out Niigata Prefecture completely.”

This time, they turned Niigata Prefecture into a hell.

It melted away so beautifully, it was almost delightful.

“I hear we’ve created a new nuclear bomb? Aren’t we using that? If we’re going to experiment, we might as well use that.”

Rumei of Tokyo Combined Headquarters let out a deep sigh.

While Patton is excitedly riding tanks all over Eastern Japan, Rumei is sick of this godforsaken place.

Of course, it makes sense. Nowadays, being stuck here in Eastern Japan, which is basically filled with terrorists, is frustrating compared to the past when the insane imperial power was the one throwing punches at America.

“What can we do?”

“Still can’t find the root of the Communist Party?”

We must uproot the roaches that are the Communist Party.

“Yes. We did catch Sano Manabu, a high-ranking official in the Communist Party.”

Sano Manabu. Who knows what that guy does, but if he’s an “official,” there must be others too.

No need to deal with him personally.

It’s true that catching that guy won’t necessarily get rid of all the cockroaches, right?

“Handle it appropriately. I’m sick and tired of all this. How can I find myself dealing with cockroaches in a place like this?”

“Isn’t it hard to deal with Western Japan?”

“Hmph. What in the world is Mutaguchi Renya anyway? I mean, isn’t he a guy who’s only fought in one battle?”

It’s common sense that he’s been overly praised for winning that one fortunate battle.

Despite being a military force that was once called a great power, they were far behind, yet they obliterated around two million Chinese troops.

“The Tsar is also a figure viewed as an hero. It’s risky to provoke Western Japan; the Rome Treaty Army might get involved too, right?”

“Damn.”

“Well, regardless, the forests have burned down, turning the whole area into a barren wasteland. There’s not much left now.”

All the forests are burnt down.

Now, there really isn’t much left. If we could just wipe out the guys stuck in the corners of Eastern Japan, we could finally end this tiring affair.

“Isn’t it a waste of workforce here? If we just gave up on Japan and went to South America, Argentina wouldn’t have to worry about Brazil eating them up.”

If it comes to that, all of Eastern Japan should be wiped out.

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Soviet Republic of Eastern Japan

The Soviet Republic of Eastern Japan. Established and led by Tokuda Kyuichi and Frank (Trotsky) through the Communist Party.

Of course, the practical territory left is only Aomori Prefecture now, but even so, they had much to do as a Communist government.

“Comrade General Secretary, it seems we must prepare for the final battle. There’s nowhere left to go.”

Upon hearing Tokuda Kyuichi’s report, Trotsky clenched his fists tightly.

So, they failed in the revolution here as well.

After all, it’s obvious in hindsight. The princess’s painting was also known, and yet I jumped into this fire pit.

From the beginning, the princess knew that if Trotsky himself did not lead the revolution, she was as good as dead.

She made excellent use of that. Thinking back, that makes it even more unfair.

“I’d like to deal a blow to that damned princess if possible. Hm?”

Trotsky suddenly had an incredible thought cross his mind.

Trotsky shot up from his seat.

“Those American imperialists clearly have no intention of leaving us alive.”

That’s only natural.

After all, the entire world is united against communism. In fact, it’s almost self-justification and delusion that Eastern Japan is doing this alone.

But sometimes, even delusions must be dreamed into reality.

“What are you thinking?”

“What if we request support from Western Japan?”

Right. A request for support from Western Japan.

Isn’t that the country with Mutaguchi Renya?

A nation with the best military able to defeat the 2 million troops in the field and push towards Nagoya against the Americans, turning Eastern Japan into hell.

But the Communists were not too keen on that idea.

It’s true. Who caused the split in Japan?

Of course, back then it was the Japanese Empire, and the Communist Party could not exist in that era, but still, the reason Japan is split like this is largely due to Mutaguchi Renya.

“Are you talking about requesting support from Western Japan? That treasonous Yamato laborer, Mutaguchi Renya?”

So, yeah. That’s not very coherent at first glance.

“But he’s called a hero. If someone who calls himself a hero sees us suffering in Eastern Japan, he wouldn’t have any justification to refuse help.”

The evaluation of Mutaguchi Renya by the Japanese Communist Party is extremely polarized.

A hero who saved Japan from imperialism.

A traitor to the nation who sold his soul to the Rome Treaty and usurped half the Shinju.

In Western Japan, he was solely revered as a hero, which is quite a gap.

“Certainly, being viewed as a hero, if Eastern Japan is suffering in agony, he really wouldn’t have a reason to refuse.”

“That’s right. We can no longer end this solely by ourselves.”

Logically, if Mutaguchi Renya takes pride in being called a hero, then if he is truly not just seeking power, he has to help Eastern Japan.

And if Western Japan gets involved, then the Asian Union is also dragged in, and eventually, the Rome Treaty Organization will follow back to Japan.

In other words, it means an exhilarating chance to smack the back of the damned princess.

“Behind Mutaguchi Renya lies the Rome Treaty. Don’t you dare think you can sip the nectar alone, Princess.”

Trotsky smirked.

Even if we get crapped on, it’s more delicious to eat together, right?