I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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“Of course, some countries upset about the nationalization of oil within the Rome Treaty are insisting on an attack, but we already have resources overflowing, so there’s really no need to forcibly attack the Middle East. We just integrated the Rome Treaty and are spending money to normalize Arabia; there’s no point in wasting military funds.”

There was no need to attack you guys.

The Greeks just went on a rampage.

There’s really no need for elaborate excuses. It’s all the Greeks’ fault.

“I see.”

“After this incident, I will directly send a peace envoy from Greece to apologize to both countries, and our Rome Treaty Organization will provide substantial support to the Kings of Iraq and Iran so that they can rebuild their nations. This is as part of the Islamic-Hellenism Federation; please take a look.”

I handed over the prepared document to Pahlavi.

A grand plan for the Islamic-Hellenism Federation.

There won’t be any interference in domestic affairs, but it will be an organization under the Rome Treaty Organization.

Of course, the people in the Middle East won’t feel like it’s a subordinate organization.

In fact, they might feel quite special.

“Hmm. So, you are planning to unify the Middle East?”

That’s all they need to understand.

“If we are to unify, it will also make it easier for our Rome Treaty Organization to provide support. We will help realize the revolution that His Majesty desires.”

I dropped a hint.

If Pahlavi II is genuinely thinking about reforms, he will accept.

After all, it’s a golden opportunity to completely turn the country upside down and emerge as a developed nation.

“Oh! Ohhh! Did you know I was going to enact reforms?”

I was fishing for reactions, and it appears to have worked.

“Of course. It’s also known that without support from the Rome Treaty, it would be difficult due to financial and religious issues.”

In any case, what Pahlavi II needs right now is a treasure trove of money.

More money, funds necessary for reforms! All of this will come together.

Pahlavi II’s eyes shimmered with hope at my words.

“So, how much support will you provide?”

Well, a whole lot of support, of course.

“If you want, we’re also considering receiving many students from Iran and Iraq, specially through Hellenistic regional exemptions.”

There probably won’t be much backlash even within the Rome Treaty for this.

To introduce pro-Rome elements for a while, investments of this magnitude are necessary.

Of course, there are said to be growing numbers of those opposed to the regime studying abroad. That will be resolved by sending them to the ‘Constitutional Monarchy of the Russian Republic.’

“We will positively consider that.”

Positively consider that.

It would be great if a decision could be made right away, but it can’t be helped. Maybe I should toss out a few bait.

“As for the formation of the Islamic Hellenism army, we will also transfer some of our military technology. I would appreciate it if you think positively about that.”

“Is that so?”

Regardless of other matters, military technology should be given appropriately.

Unless the Hellenistic Federation formally joins the Rome Treaty Organization, that is.

The Hellenistic Federation is intended to be an independent entity, resembling a single national organization, so we have no reason to transfer military technology.

It wouldn’t be bad if they fully joined the Rome Treaty Organization, but that would be asking for too much.

Thus, for now, this level of support should suffice.

There’s no need to pressure those who are currently friendly towards us and remind them of the old imperialist days.

“Alright. Has there been any damage to Iran during this war?”

Depending on the damages in the capital, I might need to step in to stabilize the minds of the Iranian people.

As long as the Americans treat me well, that will be enough.

“There have been some damages to the border guards. Fortunately, the capital only suffered a few bombings.”

Pahlavi II coughed lightly, subtly turning his gaze away; he seemed to want to negotiate with me.

Right. He must be asking for more compensation.

If I want to accommodate the Hellenistic Federation, then I have to give something to Pahlavi II now.

The best way to do that is for me to step in.

“Then it can’t be helped. I will provide assistance to Iran with the materials that the Rome Treaty Army has. I’ve already instructed Rome in Italy to draft a budget regarding the Iraq and Iran issues. There should be good news.”

That alone was sufficient.

Pahlavi II appeared to have been waiting for that statement and smiled happily.

“Thank you. Thank you very much.”

Indeed, he should be truly grateful.

“Now then, I would like to personally visit the city and apologize to the Iranians.”

“Are you going to speak personally, your majesty?”

What are you so surprised about? For the final boss, apologizing in person is a must.

Could it be that the black curtain that invaded our country is actually a saint?

That’s the vibe I’m getting.

For an invading army, getting such favorable treatment is a rare opportunity.

“It would be unworthy of a Tsar to shrink away after harming the people of this country.”

Am I wrong? How funny is it for a ruler of another country to stabilize the minds of the people?

Moreover, the Iraqis are still following behind me.

Most of them are people who either tried to kill me or were directly forced to become my followers after witnessing my miraculous survival.

The mother of Russia sings, “Allah~ Allah~”

You can even hear that outside.

While on the way here, I’ve been periodically peddling that sort of propaganda.

“By the way, who are those people? They aren’t armed, but it’s a bit worrisome.”

It seems Pahlavi II also caught wind of the fanatic sounds coming from outside.

Yeah. It’s quite uncomfortable that those guys are all behind me.

Despite my warnings not to come, they insisted on following.

“Well, um, they are my fan club.”

“My fan club, you say?”

In the end, I had no choice but to say it’s a fan club.

It’s a bit ridiculous to call them that at my age, but nonetheless, they should be regarded as a fan club.

For some reason, these Muslims seem to view me as Allah.

Saying that feels blasphemous.

If I were to declare outright that I am Allah, it would be awkward.

“So they are people who follow me because they like me. I took care of those who suffered, and that’s how they ended up like this.”

Thinking about it now, that seems accurate.

Aren’t those guys the ones who would typically become radical extremists in Islam?

That means they tried to terrorize me, and when that failed, they became infatuated with me, turning into followers instead.

If it were Russian people saying, “Ah, you know our Tsar!” then I could understand, but this feels different.

However, if those extremists all became fans of mine, it might actually be a method to unify them.

“Ah, I see. But it’s quite fascinating to see Iraqis directly following your majesty.”

“That must be because they’re grateful.”

Alright then, since they’ve said they will provide a positive response, I’ll just wait.

As I exited the Prime Minister’s residence, I encountered Iraqi fans shouting “Allah Allah” in front of the guards.

“Allahu Akbar!”

Recently, someone who threw a bomb at me is now laughing maniacally and praising me.

All I can manage is to wave my hand.

At this point, I feel like I need to do something seriously. This is Iran, not Iraq.

I mean, if I keep doing this in Iraq, I’ll probably get some strange looks.

“Are you alright, your majesty?”

“Iranian royalty had a rather hesitant reaction.”

Right. His face was like, “What on earth is going on?”

I don’t think there’s any need to unnecessarily provoke the Islamic sentiment here, but with things already blown up, I can’t help but worry about what’s going to happen next.

“Your majesty. No matter how much this is Iran’s capital, it’s still dangerous. Shouldn’t we bring in some troops just in case?”

Ungern expressed his concerns about the threats I’ve faced hitherto, but there’s no need to bring in troops against ones who aren’t enemies. That makes no sense.

“That instead would be dangerous.”

It would be contradictory to what we are trying to mend; it would only take us back to square one.

Besides, the Iraqis are following me, so it shouldn’t matter.

If something were to happen in Iran, the Iraqis might well take the fall for it.

Of course, I need to avoid provoking them unnecessarily beforehand.

Even now, Pahlavi II is scrutinizing me oddly, right?

I have to conclude this within reasonable limits.

I approached the gathered Iraqis outside the Prime Minister’s residence.

There are indeed those among them who have seen my God-like presence, and recently, they were people who were trying to terrorize me.

“Everyone, can we stop praising me as Allah now?”

“Why not? Are you not Allah, your majesty?”

A bearded man who had once fired a gun at me slumped down.

It’s a bit sad to see someone who just recently threatened me with a gun now reduced to this.

There’s no helping it. I must go along with this act for now.

“Some among you shot guns at me and threw bombs. A few even tried stabbing me with knives.”

I remember them all clearly.

I know the faces of those who shot at me, threw bombs, and stabbed me with knives.

“Please behead us for not recognizing Allah!”

“I’m sorry, your majesty. Sob sob.”

A beheading? Come on, that’s absurd.

I’m a civilized being — the notion of execution is just preposterous.

No, but then again, they did try to kill me. Maybe in their view of me as Allah, demanding execution isn’t out of the question.

“I must stand here as your equal. For the peace of this world, we must all be free and equal. If I rule as Allah, it would be no different from the tyranny of a theocratic state. Divine rulership does not belong in this era of humanity.”

This is the era of humanity. Thus, divine rulership is inappropriate.

Therefore, treat me as a human, not as a deity.

However, my words only caused the Iraqis to weep and wail profusely.

“Oh Allah! Please guide us!”

Everyone collapsed, crying and making a ruckus.

“At least, could you wait until I return to Moscow?”

Until I return to Moscow? How long will that take? I’ll be hearing “Allahu Akbar” all day.

“Well, I want to do that too.”

It’s just that there are eyes watching me from Iran.

They call me Allah, and everyone’s staring at me strangely.

What a mess; this Allah is actually a saint of Russia, and even the mastermind behind an invasion.

Oh man, even I feel a twinge of guilt about that.

“Then it can’t be helped. But remember, we are in Iran, not Iraq. Everyone, please be cautious. I’m here for diplomacy, not to pressure Iran. Please treat me as an emperor.”

“Long live Allah Shah!”

Wait, what? What kind of hybrid situation is this?

Since it’s come to this, I intend to roll with it.

“The Iraqis will need to help with stabilizing the Iranian people’s sentiment.”

The Iraqis who casually joined me on my excursion to Iran helped provide food to the Iranians.

Of course, Iran isn’t necessarily impoverished, but the embargo from the Rome Treaty and the war caused a decline in supplies to the capital.

Additionally, we provide tastier food from the Rome Treaty.

We supplied an abundance of advanced delicacies from the Rome Treaty.

Interestingly enough, though this place isn’t particularly friendly, they aren’t opposed to receiving food.

It makes you end up thinking unnecessary thoughts.

“Do Muslims like mint chocolate?”

“Isn’t mint chocolate a bit risky?”

“Well, I guess there’s no helping it. So be it.”

Sigh, that means the Iranians probably dislike mint chocolate liked by Hitler. That’s a bit disappointing.

Those who dislike this bitter taste are rather suspicious, don’t you think?

While I was serving food for a while, I suddenly recalled the school lunch lady from my previous life.

Why do I feel like I’m doing that kind of job?

Is this the right thing for a Tsar to be doing?

No, well, it’s not too bad. By lowering myself like this, I can show genuine sincerity to the Iranians and let the Greeks know just how significant their mistakes are to ensure they never defy us again.

I must communicate to the people of the Middle East that Greece alone is the true problem, entirely unrelated to Rome! Even if I have to incite them to act against Greece, that will be just fine!

“Hmm, I wonder when I’ll return to Moscow.”

I ran away partly due to global strategies, yet now the urge to return to Moscow bubbles up. Then a sudden thought crossed my mind.

Wait, what did I say? Did I not say Moscow?

Isn’t the mosque of Islam called a mosque? Isn’t it where Muslims gather for religious activities?

An Islamic place of worship. There must be a fair number of people around here.

“Is there perhaps a mosque nearby?”

I cautiously asked the Iranian bureaucrat assisting us.

Since this is the capital, it would seem logical that a mosque would exist, and I thought it good to confirm.

“There is the Imamsadeh Saleh Mosque in the north.”

“Hmm. A mosque, huh.”

The Imamsadeh Saleh Mosque. Since it’s located in the capital of Iran, it should be quite a large one.

There should be a significant number of Muslims there, I reckon.

“What are you thinking about?”

It’s only common sense to answer when asked what I’m thinking.

“I am a Tsar visiting; I can’t miss the chance to visit various places, can I?”

For instance, I might stop by the mosque to prove that I’m a saint.

Of course, whether or not I can actually prove that remains uncertain. Still, I believe visiting wouldn’t be a bad idea.

It’s also an opportunity to stabilize the minds of the Iranian people while signaling that we are not adversaries.