I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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I heard the report from the Greek Army in Baghdad.

Now that the distinguished Greek Army has thoroughly sifted through Iraq, they’re reportedly advancing into Iran.

It’s happening so easily that they’re said to be capturing capitals left and right. We’re supporting them with supplies, but we still can’t provide military support.

To be precise, we would be placing troops in the occupied territory.

“The Iraqi and Iranian forces have received Western-style training, but their weapons are terrible. They are the same as what the US used in their war with Japan.”

Western-style training, huh. They must have fallen short from the beginning. Which Western country trained them? None other than the Rome Treaty.

They received military training under the Rome Treaty and were armed with US weapons.

Hmm, on some level, it really does seem clear where the cause of defeat lies.

“So those are the old US weapons?”

“Yes. The weapons that weren’t even properly used against Argentina in South America are now the American-made weapons we see.”

Right. Those American weapons. They’re referred to as outdated.

Haven’t they caught wind of South America’s news in the Middle East yet? Or do they mistakenly think it’s because Brazil is too weak?

Either way, things are moving remarkably smoothly.

“Old weapons can’t possibly defeat the Greek Army.”

There are limitations with the US weapons.

“Yes, Your Majesty. On the other hand, the Greek Army has been refined through engagements with the Italian forces and received Russian-style training through the Rome Treaty Organization. They also have plenty of fighter aircraft and supplies.”

“Plus, the other side is in disarray.”

A military supplied by all of Europe. How can this be stopped?

It’s a battle that the Greek Army can’t help but win.

So, in truth, isn’t it easy to push through Afghanistan too?

To be honest, I might have been a bit too intimidated until now.

The image of the Middle East I had as a Korean was that, while the military wasn’t strong, the terrorists were somewhat not-so-great, you know?

In reality, the furious ones from the Greek Army erupted in rage toward me and turned into Allah.

Huh, so what should I think about this?

Should we really invade Afghanistan? What if we end up losing it to Greece? My head is quite a mess right now.

Is there a chance that Greece could win? Isn’t the likelihood of losing quite high?

The quality of the weapons differs significantly, but we can’t just bring in an armored division.

“I have quite a few concerns.”

“Surely, you don’t mean we should invade Afghanistan, which has yet to be discussed by the Greek forces?”

Drozdovsky is right. If there’s thought behind it, we can’t push forward. We mustn’t act.

The Greek Army must not move until the Rome Treaty Organization grants permission.

Yet if they insist on moving regardless, who am I to stop them?

“We should consider the possibilities. What they’re doing right now seems suspicious.”

They’re currently ignoring my words.

How dare they dismiss what I say? That’s equivalent to dismissing the words of the Rome Treaty Organization.

Greece has already crossed the line.

Of course, I’ve only given them a warning; it’s them who are being reckless. What if the Greek Army flops in Afghanistan?

“That may be true. But it doesn’t seem like a matter that’s particularly difficult to deal with.”

Ungern is speaking as if in a comfortable mood.

If this isn’t a matter to be difficult over, then what is?

If Greece drops into Afghanistan and gets humiliated in Panjshir, that becomes a hassle.

I can’t take a T-35 with me. Ugh, tsk tsk.

“Not a difficult matter, huh?”

Regardless, Greece is a member of the Rome Treaty Organization, so don’t say it isn’t a difficult issue.

Why isn’t it a difficult matter? I’m mulling this over, while those crazy Greeks are summoning Alexander with European support.

I’m not saying I’m envious. They are insane. Aren’t they going to get all haughty while committing atrocities?

What if they end up buried in the graveyard of empires, though?

“Isn’t that irrelevant? The Rome Treaty Organization has established the ‘Hellenism Line’ extending all the way to Iran. We had agreed to invade Afghanistan only after reaching Iran if our proposal didn’t go through. Not now, you see.”

Right. But why? Ah, hold on. I see what that means.

This is actually a situation we can take advantage of quite well.

“So, if we win against Afghanistan, we can say they acted recklessly, and if we fail, we can say they ignored our warnings. Purely an opportunistic twist.”

In other words, we hold the knife’s hilt here.

Whether Greece obliterates the empire’s grave or not, it doesn’t matter.

In either case, if we clean up afterward, we’ll benefit.

“That’s exactly it.”

“Hmmm, now that I think about it, that feels a bit off.”

Greece is making things easier for us.

Then, we’re satisfied. While Greece messes up, we clean up everything and provide for them without holding back.

It’s good to gradually mold the Islamic world into a pro-Roman stance.

If they regard me as Allah, they’re bound to do so.

“In the end, it’s the Greeks’ choice. Your Majesty hasn’t made any mistakes.”

“That’s true. The Greeks will take the blame while I am hailed as Allah, which is perfect. In the far future, Greece will be remembered as bastards in the records.”

While I don’t feel completely guilt-free, well, everyone lives like this anyway.

Greece simply acted foolishly and brought about their own demise. Nothing more, nothing less.

That doesn’t mean I want to destroy Greece, so shouldn’t they be thankful to me?

“Then we must secure Iraq for sure. What’s the sentiment in Baghdad? Faisal isn’t doing anything unnecessary, is he?”

“We’re doing our best to stabilize the situation.”

Right. We need to stabilize things thoroughly. That’s how we’ll make it through this.

“We must show that we are different from the Greeks.”

Unlike the Greeks, we are genuinely working for peace! That’s the essence.

Later, if we can say we restored regions affected by Greece’s actions and directly supported with UN efforts, how wonderful would that be?

“Yes. Of course, we are doing just that, Your Majesty.”

“Though it seems you have something to say.”

From earlier, it’s like they’re a puppy wanting to go out but can’t because they don’t know what to do. What’s up? I’m the great Tsar!

Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t just say what I want; I should be able to speak boldly.

What could possibly cause Zhukov to wear that expression?

“Your majesty, it’s not that. Wouldn’t it be better to gradually step back now?”

“Step back? You mean, you’re suggesting I should retire now?”

“Oh dear, General Zhukov, what nonsense is that? Our Majesty is still as vibrant as ever! You’ll be seated on the Tsar’s throne for another thousand years!”

Even Ungern looked genuinely upset and suddenly stood up.

But a thousand years seems too much.

Considering the hierarchy, it’s understandable he’d be upset. In the surface ranks, Ungern is the commander-in-chief, and Drozdovsky is the chief of staff.

Honestly, that statement feels more like a suggestion to step down after having enjoyed power for so long. It’s a bit discomforting.

Although I’ve gotten older, isn’t it too much to hear those kind of words?

I feel quite wronged.

With my age and looks, I could be wandering around for several more hundred years!

“No. It’s not that, but could it be that we’re supposed to have already returned to our home country having removed our rank decorations?”

Suddenly, what’s with that? Ah.

“Ah, terrorist negligence?”

Well, I didn’t really care since I told them to watch from a distance.

I told them on purpose to keep a distance. People get scared, so I advised them to keep that distance. They’ve complained about terrorism at every turn, and I’ve purposely ignored them.

If earning Islam by proving that I am Allah is feasible, then it’s not a bad deal.

Of course, each time I got hit by bombs or gunfire, it hurt, but it’s not to the extent I couldn’t handle it.

It just feels like my entire body is stretching like rubber and then snapping back.

“That negligence does sting a little, but…”

“Your Majesty, it’s the same for us.”

“Yes. That’s quite reckless. Even if you’re as fine as can be, it’s still pushing it.”

Ungern and Drozdovsky nodded in agreement.

True enough. It could be that way. But I see it rather differently.

“We can’t help it. I need to step in for things to wrap up quickly.”

“Your Majesty, with your power as a Saint who can’t be harmed by bullets or bombs, it’s true for everyone to know this, but what if something unforeseen happens?”

True. It could be unexpected.

For instance, I might get shot and die suddenly. Truly, it could happen once in a blue moon.

But still, I think it doesn’t matter.

You should speak directly. I’ve lived a good enough life.

I suppose talking like that might get questioned.

“I didn’t force you to protect me, so it’s not a problem.”

In any case, I’ve said I’m fine. I am a Saint, literally.

If I was going to die, I would have likely done so long ago. Nothing can harm me.

“No matter how it is, there’s still a feeling, and this is pushing it a bit.”

Right. I understand. I get it enough, considering my role as a subordinate. So I’ll cut it out.

I’ll just dance around in the Middle East and call it a day.

“Don’t worry. I’ll only do it twice more.”

This Middle Eastern war will likely be the last region where I use my power.

After this, I won’t be likely to need to use this power against anyone who doesn’t provoke me.

I also want to quit this ridiculousness if possible.

“Twice? What are those two instances?”

“Iran and Afghanistan. I’ll use it in both places.”

Iran and Afghanistan. While we still need to see about Afghanistan later, anyhow, the former holds less possibility.

It can mostly be seen as one tool for Iran.

“It sounds like two countries rather than regions.”

Of course. Is this something to be limited to just Iraq?

As long as I can manage to keep Islam under my control, that’s enough for me.

“Anyway, the frequent terrorism isn’t always going to happen. General Zhukov.”

“That’s true.”

Don’t look so gloomy. I also want to sit back if I can help it.

But how else do I solve this situation dumped on us by Greece?

“That’s right. In terms of the past, it’s like watching my father, the former Tsar, die. There’s really nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”

No matter what you feel, it’s irrelevant to me!

That would be one interpretation.

If you’re frustrated, remove your rank and just leave! But Zhukov is competent enough, you know.

“Our officers have no choice but to worry about Your Majesty.”

“That’s true. Anyway, there isn’t much time left. I’m going to take care of my own health as well. Don’t worry too much. I don’t want to feel like my skin is tearing anymore.”

So just leave the Tsar be.

I’m serious; I’ll finish this matter and quit.

“The feeling of your skin tearing?”

“That exists. Being shot feels like getting a hole made in me, and being caught in a bomb explosion feels like my flesh is tearing. Well, I’m not doing this because I want to.”

That’s probably how an ordinary person would feel.

Feeling the pain of dying, the pain of being torn apart. That’s something I feel while still alive.

So I’m expressing that I want to moderate my actions.

“So, you’ve been feeling this the whole time?”

“Indeed. It’s noticeable in a very specific sense. Unfortunately, it seems God doesn’t overlook that portion.”

If only I could not feel pain altogether, how wonderful would that be?

From my perspective, making me feel pain seems to be a push to quickly reach a happy ending before feeling even more pain.

Unless you’re a madwoman who enjoys pain, isn’t it typical to desire to restrain oneself like I do?

“Then, the terror you suffered in Petrograd, Poland, and every other battlefield was all of it.”

Ungern’s voice trembled.

Naturally, I was feeling all of that pain back then too.

“Yep. Pain is felt, hence, don’t worry too much. After I’ve wrapped up this Middle Eastern affair, such matters won’t come about again.”

Let’s make this a one-time deal and not repeat it again!

I genuinely mean that, yet it’s as if all the command officers are staring at me intently.

No, what’s the matter? I really am fine. Can’t they finally believe that I won’t do this again?

“Cough sniff. We had no idea up till now!”

Suddenly, Mikhail Drozdovsky started crying.

“Why on earth is he doing that all of a sudden?”

It’s quite disgraceful, seeing grown men, especially, act like this.

Is this truly a matter to cry over?

“I promise Your Majesty will never throw yourself into such perilous positions again!”

There’s no need to go that far! Why shed tears?

Thinking rationally, this doesn’t seem to warrant such tears.

Rather, I feel regret for myself. I’m the one who isn’t dying, but I’m pushing soldiers who can die into the battlefield.

While I don’t want to say such things normally,

since the White Army has already deified me, I figured it’s fine to say.

“Mother Tsar, these useless children have truly committed a grave sin.”

Now, Ungern has completely collapsed, sobbing and sniveling.

Ah, why put someone in a bind like this?