I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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Sure. At such a young age, you’ve become the First Lady, and your ambitions are quite grand, aren’t they?

The Eva Perón I see in person is quite a figure.

She’s not someone to take lightly.

“I’ve heard you’re quite good at prophecy. Do you happen to see anything about me?”

Are you talking about prophecy right now? That’s what you were curious about, huh?

I don’t know much about Eva Perón.

“Well, when I first saw the First Lady, there was something that stood out.”

“Could it be about us in South America?”

Not quite. Do you think my prophecy is infallible?

Now it’s even reached the point where the First Lady of South America is expecting great things from my prophecy.

The only thing I can tell Eva Perón is about the near future.

I took a sip of tea indifferently and opened my mouth.

“I don’t see anything past that. I can only see a lot about Russia’s future. South America just began to establish relations with Argentina, you see.”

In short, I know nothing about you, so predicting is out of the question.

That’s probably enough for now.

But even with my reply, she seems a bit disappointed, tilting her head and licking her lips.

“Ah, I see.”

“However, I can personally see some things. Like a person’s end or similar matters.”

Your end is what I’m seeing! That’s the message here.

But can she really respond to such rude remarks?

At my words, Eva Perón’s eyes glistened with expectation.

“Do you see anything about me?”

“You’re 33 years old.”

I stated it directly and confidently.

Do you understand what I mean? You will die at a young age.

“Are you saying that I will die then?”

She takes it so casually.

Her response was surprisingly bland, and I clicked my tongue inwardly.

“Perhaps a little sooner or later. The cause is an illness.”

“Could you elaborate? Please be more detailed?”

No need to hide, right? Looking at the state of affairs, she might get knocked around in the U.S. later on, so why bother?

After all, Eva Perón is someone of significance.

Including the upper class and military. It was the consequence of her reforms.

Her relationship with the lower class improved, gaining popular support, but later, she ended up stepping down from the vice-presidential candidate position due to pressure from the military.

Additionally, she diagnosed with cervical cancer.

It’s due to that cervical cancer that Eva Perón is believed to die.

“Cervical cancer.”

“What? Cervical cancer? Are you talking about me? What do you mean?”

“The host might be her husband, Juan Perón.”

I’ve heard that Juan Perón’s ex-wife also died of cervical cancer.

So there’s talk of Juan Perón being the host.

I’m not sure, but if I say it, she’ll at least handle it accordingly.

“Ah, I see.”

“You seem unexpectedly composed. To add, she ultimately undergoes surgery, but that’s the end of it. Well, it’s just my imagination, so feel free to brush it off.”

At my words, she smiled wryly.

So far, all my predictions have come true, so it must sound ridiculous to hear this.

“I’ll have to be careful from now on.”

Even if my snowball effect alters the future leading to Eva Perón not dying for some reason, I wouldn’t mind.

This woman will likely be as cautious as possible once I let her know of her end.

With that, she wouldn’t bother me later for not dying.

But this woman… Is it because I mentioned dying? She’s looking at me up and down with a disgusted expression.

“You really look younger than me.”

Oh, what’s that? If it’s that meaning, I can accept it.

Yes. I have no choice but to look young. After all, I am a saint, right?

At 50, I have the appearance of someone in their twenties. The whole notion of wine ladies for middle-aged women doesn’t apply to me; I am a saint in every way.

Even if you, Eva Perón, live long, I won’t age.

Thus, I spoke proudly.

“I’m a saint under God’s protection.”

“Ah, how nice it would be if I were a real saint.”

You’re already a saint in a different context. At this point, I can see clearly.

Eva Perón’s policies do gain support from the masses, but they can’t count on the backing of the upper class.

Naturally, policies favorable to the lower classes wouldn’t sit well with the upper class.

So, they think they need a solid ally who won’t disturb their interests.

“If you form connections with the Rome Treaty, it won’t simply grant you superiority in South America. The two presidents could backstop the military and the upper class’s support with the Rome Treaty, or wouldn’t you consider that?”

“Indeed, you have a broad perspective. Truly, you’re a figure no woman of this age can rival. The leaders of the Rome Treaty can’t even dare to aspire to the role of a mother. No man can ever challenge the authority of your majesty.”

There’s a whiff of feminism about her claims of women’s rights being spectacular. No way, right?

I’d appreciate it if she wouldn’t play nice with me; I don’t want to be dragged into some weird controversy later.

It would be best to act like I don’t know her when I go to Argentina.

“By the way, did you really not have any men until that age?”

“Well, there were quite a few marriage prospects, but I turned them down.”

Honestly, if I were to announce that I’d marry now, those various European nations would probably all throw suitable marriage partners at me!

Among that, Churchill would most likely try to connect me with the British royal family, but definitely, from my side, I’d be facing candidates far younger than me.

“Women still should marry, don’t you feel lonely?”

Well, let’s see.

At the Kremlin, I’ve got a loyal guard stronger than Hitler’s SS, alongside the Tsar’s elite guard, and Maria, who prepared a new maid corps for me.

These maids are selected from the White Army ladies.

And, in fact, there’s the real power behind the Tsar, Maria herself. So honestly, I wouldn’t be that lonely even without attending the National Duma.

“I have my guard, Maria, and the maids here in the Kremlin. Sometimes, we gather up the guards for a party.”

“A party? Oh, I see. How very Tsar-like of you. But still, shouldn’t you have someone close by?”

Her reaction seems a bit amazed; is she checking me up? Or is there some misunderstanding?

She has some amazing presidential husband, doesn’t she? I’m really unsure if she’s bragging or what, but having Belka II beside me, I don’t particularly care.

“Well, I do have the Belka that the Kaiser of Germany gifted me. This child is Belka II, you see. I’ve got plenty of others around who can be there whenever I call.”

I pointed at Belka II playing outside.

That guy has grown even bigger than his father Belka. Sometimes, he can get too unruly to control. When that happens, I rely on Maria’s help.

“A giant? Ah, indeed, a very large dog.”

“Right?”

“Wow. The Tsar is truly impressive!”

“Yes, so there’s really no reason for me to marry.”

I answered lightly, sipping my tea.

To be honest, if you ask me if it doesn’t feel lonely, that’d be a lie.

It’s not like I treat the elite guards as my lovers. Eva Perón seems astonished, her mouth wide open.

Is that really such a shocking thing?

“Truly impressive. I apologize if that sounds rude, but could I call you ‘sister’ in private?”

Calling me ‘sister’ or not, who cares. What is that? Wait a moment. Why would I have to call this woman ‘sister’?

If I allow that, it might feel like I’m being treated as equal to Eva Perón.

If I don’t consent, who knows what kind of whispers might come from behind. Building connections with someone influential in Argentina wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Politically, it makes sense.

Aside from the issue with the US, getting a pro-Tsar figure established in Argentina is a win. In future records, it could even say the First Lady of Argentina revered our mother Tsar. How appealing does that sound?

A bit awkward, but what can I do?

I decided to look at it with a broad and forgiving heart.

“Go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“You truly have a wide heart, just like unifying Europe.”

Why do you keep sounding so touched?

“Not at all? I’m not entirely clean myself either.”

“Oh, I understand. Everyone has a dark side, I suppose.”

For instance, leaving the massacre of Black people in Africa unattended or something.

Unexpectedly, China drew enough aggro to bury it all.

But when this woman says I have a dark side, it feels a bit off, like we’re on the same level, and that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

“Now then, shall we begin heading to the Duma?”

Haven’t we chatted enough already?

Whether she’s showcasing the ties of calling me ‘sister’ or whatever— in the end, the conclusion must be drawn in the Duma, and ultimately approved in Rome.

“I hope you provide us with strength.”

“You seem quite desperate.”

“Yes. After seeing your Europe, I felt something. I absolutely want to unify South America.”

Eva Perón clenched her fist.

For a woman who had to go through much to rise in the past and who worked hard as a First Lady, she is overflowing with ambition.

Or maybe it’s so overflowing that it seems to shine bright at this moment.

Separately from that shine, I wouldn’t bat an eye if America took over all of America right now or if they dropped a nuke on the capital of Argentina.

But I could still wet my lips and offer an answer.

“I hope your wishes come true.”

In any case, the Duma will likely think in ways that benefit us.

It’s probably something to look forward to.

After the tea party with Eva Perón, the Duma finally came to a conclusion.

Negotiations with the Argentine delegation yielded a very positive response.

“Very well. We will support you.”

“Oh. Thank you very much!”

“However, you are properly handling the migration of Black people, yes?”

As long as you’re doing that, there shouldn’t be any problem.

We’ll simply send military advisers and handle things to the extent it doesn’t clash with us and the US.

“Yes. We will surely do that.”

If all we’re helping with is the migration of Black people, what’s the harm?

“However, regarding the ships, since we have to keep an eye on the US, it may be difficult for the time being. Even if we sell warships to Argentina, gaining naval superiority against the US is unlikely.”

“That’s a pity.”

Juan Perón seemed genuinely disappointed.

After all, it’d just get smashed anyway.

Thinking about naval superiority against the US is out of the question.

If Argentina purchases warships, that’s a different story, though.

“Yes.”

“How about you purchase a few battleships and destroyers to raise the naval scale just enough?”

That amount should be acceptable.

As long as they show we’re helping to a degree reasonable enough that the US doesn’t say anything, that should be fine.

“Is it possible to purchase missiles as well?”

Missile sales? There’s no reason we can’t.

As long as the payment goes through properly, we could part with some obsolete missiles.

Looking at the situation already, they seem quite willing for a war, huh?

“Among the supplies, we have some outdated items we no longer use; those are available for sale.”

“Thank you.”

The Rome Treaty and Argentina officially coordinated for military support.

This was duly reported to the Rome Treaty Headquarters, which was already troubled by the Black issue, and upon approval, they began sorting out a military advisory team to send to Argentina.

“Argentina is more serious than expected.”

“Building a weapons factory seems a bit much, doesn’t it?”

“Just build it initially, and if the US protests later, we can back away.”

Within the Rome Treaty, there were certainly still complaints, but it was judged that this wouldn’t be a bad move to keep the US at bay.

“Are we not giving away too much for the migration of Black people?”

“Well, it’ll probably take quite some time for Argentina to assimilate the Black population.”

I replied, waving my hand dismissively to the Prime Minister’s question.

Look to the future. Is there any country among the Black nations that’s been functioning well? None at all.

While powerful nations have drawn their maps and mixed the Black tribes up, did it create a harmonious multi-ethnic state?

Hitler’s Danube Federation, Manchuria, Japan, and the Balhae Federation with the Jewish population are functioning well, aren’t they?

However, Black nations can’t hold on for long.

A dictator rises, civil wars erupt, and chaos ensues in various forms.

Or they might bring over Black people living in advanced countries like the US to develop their homeland. That wouldn’t be bad either.

But the best move remains to keep the migration happening as planned, reducing the number remaining in Africa.

“How many among the Black people wish to migrate?”

The issue of migration isn’t straightforward either.

What happens if they refuse to migrate?

These guys, I’m going out of my way to show goodwill while struggling with the colonial empire, can’t they cooperate just a bit?

If they refuse, I’ll have no choice but to pull out the Hitler card again.

“Many have been hoping to migrate since the last Free Commonwealth incident.”

“They must be worried about facing the same fate.”

It must be quite frightening.

If they act out like the Black people in the Free Commonwealth, they’ll get beaten down just like during the colonial era.

That fear will still linger, so outside of certain post-colonial African countries, I imagine they’d be eager to migrate.

“Otherwise, they seem likely to remain in a new Black nation under the colonial government.”

I’ve done about all I can.

If something erupts in the meantime, that’s their problem.

We’ve done enough, and as soon as things are steady, we’ll hand them over to Ethiopia. We also need to draw clear lines with the Republic of South Africa.

That should be enough.

“Argentina also seems serious. The fact that they’re even deploying transport ships shows that.”

“Argentina, huh?”

Are they really bringing in transport ships?

When the Duma was discussing, there was talk about transporting the Black people, but could it be that Argentina is actually getting transport ships?

“Indeed. It won’t be all of them, but as much as they can, they say they’ll take them on their transport ships directly.”

“Transport ships? Really?”

“Ha ha ha, they’re extremely proactive. Our weapons must be quite appealing to them.”

No matter how you slice it, really?