I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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I thought they’d just take everything we gave them. But seeing how proactive they are, it shows they really want to be friendly with us.

It’ll be fun to cut ties at that point.

“Aside from that, the country that stands to gain the most from trade with us in South America is Argentina. We could say we owe them a favor.”

“Even so, there’s public support. If we recklessly bring in Black people, there could be backlash.”

That Eva Perón had a different vibe compared to her husband.

Her husband seemed somewhat mild-mannered, but Eva Perón had a more calculating look.

If we were to bring Black people to Argentina right now, wouldn’t that jeopardize support for Eva Perón?

They’ll handle it, but it feels a bit suspicious. Maybe a bloody storm will brew soon.

“Wait, transport ship?”

Something clicked, and I sprang up from my seat without realizing it.

I had a strong feeling about something!

“Do you have any sudden thoughts?”

Wasn’t one of the ways Joseon captured all the royal family of Goryeo to load them onto a ship and sink it near Ganghwa Island?

What if the transport ship sank while crossing the sea for some reason?

There could be several justifications.

The Black people seized the transport ship and sank it while trying to commit piracy. Or they were forcibly crammed onto the ship, and it sank under the pressure.

Of course, that’s still in the realm of possibility.

“What if we sink the transport ship out at sea?”

“That sounds plausible.”

It’s not an impossible scenario.

At least doing that could help mitigate the drop in approval ratings, even just a little.

Ultimately, whether we take a large group of Black people or just a few, the latter option seems more desirable.

“At least we could minimize the number of Black people brought to Argentina.”

We could leave just a small number who are truly assimilable and come up with various reasons to quarantine them or something.

Right. Once they’re handed over to them, they can do as they please.

It’s still in the realm of possibility, but if it’s true, Eva Perón isn’t just any ordinary woman.

The Eva Perón I saw was not the kind of woman depicted on Wikipedia.

I know very well how the world operates, right? She probably has been influenced by me too.

“I wonder how Argentina will fare.”

Still, the U.S. will likely step in before Argentina gets too big, so there’s no need to think too deeply about it.

If they come begging for support later, then cutting ties will be necessary.

* * *

Back on the ship to Argentina, Juan Perón cautiously asked Eva Perón.

“My dear, the Rome Treaty will take care of everything for us. Is there really a need for us to support the transport ship?”

We ended up getting a lot of assistance, but bringing in Black people is a different matter.

We claimed we’d gain the Falklands, but we didn’t, so whatever the circumstances, this is nothing short of a diplomatic failure.

Given the situation, there’s really no reason to offer support.

“As long as we are bringing them in, the issue of those Black people falls to us, doesn’t it?”

“That’s true. However, there’s significant opposition within the country. If we had really secured the Falklands, it would be different, but we do have armaments and military advisers. We did receive trade, after all.”

“They’ve always been a hindrance to our work. The military is particularly troublesome.”

“Indeed. The issue of Black immigration is a sensitive topic. They originate from a colonial background, after all. It wouldn’t be bad to use them as labor, but still…”

You never know what kind of problems they might stir up.

How have we brought Argentina up to this point, and now we’re importing a lot of Black people? This would bury our approval ratings.

Juan Perón was curious about what was going on in his wife’s head.

Why on earth did she decide to take in so many Black people? I heard it could be at least hundreds of thousands.

“Then we have to minimize it.”

“Is that feasible?”

Eva Perón’s smile was full of a sinister twist.

A smile filled with worse thoughts than ever.

“What if our transport ships sink while crossing the sea?”

“Sinking? Are you suggesting we kill all the Black people on board?”

Even if so, kill them all? Is that even reasonable?

Juan Perón was debating whether he should talk her out of this when Eva Perón shook her head.

“Oh, what a terrifying thing to say! It’s just that the transport ships might sink.”

“Is there a method?”

Why wouldn’t there be a method?

Eva Perón isn’t an idiot. She wouldn’t propose something insane like opening Argentina to Black people without a plan.

“I heard that Black people in the South African Free Zone have resorted to piracy to survive. Perhaps the Black people cause a ruckus and seize the transport ship, becoming pirates.”

“Indeed, might that actually work?”

But wouldn’t that still be killing people?

Of course, even if they claim it wasn’t their direct doing. We’re talking about tens of thousands of people.

Listening to what his wife said, it seemed the goal was to reduce the number of Black people at sea as much as possible.

“Black immigration is not a problem at all. Just as there are soldiers loyal to the Tsar, we must gather our army that is loyal to us. We can’t afford to give too many opportunities to the military or the upper class.”

An army armed with loyalty.

An army capable of fighting any war while instilling belief in their leader and faith in Argentina’s victory; a perfect army.

“Are you suggesting a military reform?”

“Exactly. After visiting Moscow in Russia, I became even more convinced. Both the citizens and the soldiers praised the Tsar as a mother.”

“Well, I saw that too.”

It felt like the citizens were all brainwashed, calling the Tsar their mother.

Just like how communists pour overwhelming support onto their leaders, everyone, unified in spirit, called the Tsar “mother.”

Judging by the Tsar’s accomplishments and ageless appearance, it was no wonder, yet the presidential couple was secretly envious.

A populace and military filled with true loyalty.

This was the ideal state that the Perón couple was seeking.

“Having gained the support of the Rome Treaty, we now possess Russian weapons. Although they are just adornments, it wouldn’t be hard to suppress the military. Just trust me. I will make you the President of a powerful nation rivaling the U.S. here in America.”

Anastasia hadn’t caught on to an important detail.

The Eva Perón of this historically altered place wished to emulate Anastasia, a woman who achieved the highest position and accomplishments.

This lit the fire of ambition in Eva Perón.

‘She said she was 33 years old? How on earth did she reach this position? There’s absolutely no way I can do that. I must purge the military first.’

A new era was about to dawn in South America.

Meanwhile, at this time in Smolensk, Russia, a young boy was dreaming of possibly making his mark in history.

“Yuri Gagarin, did you build another model plane?”

“Yes! I want to join Mother Tsar’s air force and one day fly high beyond the sky’s edge!”

Yuri Gagarin gazed into the blue sky, staring far away.

He wanted to fly far beyond that sky, in Russia’s fastest airplane.

“Come on now. You think that’s an easy feat?”

The edge of the sky, that’s just talk.

Gagarin’s mother shook her head.

“I will definitely head to Moscow to volunteer as a cadet in the United States Air Force!”

Yuri Gagarin wanted to be part of Mother Tsar’s air force.

No, he perhaps wanted to become something greater, to become the child of Mother Tsar.

* * *

A day at the Kremlin. Today, I was testing new food in my office.

Recently, fast food joints have sprung up all over Russia.

The Pax Roma Burger, a fast-food restaurant established through a joint venture between the Romanov Corporation and Germany.

Since its establishment, it has gained considerable popularity, and it will likely become a representative fast food place under the Rome Treaty.

I hadn’t actually tried it until now, but I was sipping on American cola from the Roman Burger.

“Indeed, cola is art.”

Fried potatoes made by Belgian chefs served alongside cola. It felt like fast food after a long time.

No, it might even taste better than the fries I had in Korea.

Honestly, it’s insane; this is incredibly delicious.

To be frank, it stands neck and neck with modern flavors.

“I’ve heard it will be marketed to differentiate from American burgers.”

“This cola should be made by us too.”

After all, cola is irresistible.

In history, Zhukov used to secretly drink cola and such.

Currently, American cola is quite popular in Russia, so we must develop something similar ourselves.

“This cola is being developed in various fields in Russia right now. It should come out soon, right?”

“Yeah. We have plenty of American colas, but we need to create something more diverse.”

The original cola hails from America, but that’s a different matter. Interestingly, Fanta has not been produced here.

It’s all due to my altering history.

In Communist Germany, they never made Fanta, so I need to work hard to take on that responsibility.

Fortunately, Russian carbonated drinks are being vigorously developed.

They’ve launched beverage businesses across the country alongside ice cream shops.

Perhaps something even more delicious than Fanta could be made.

“Then shouldn’t we find an advertising model?”

“Why are you looking at me?”

It’s a bit puzzling. This country has quite a few beauties. It’d be nice to choose them as models without me having to do everything, right?

I mean, come on, I’ve got enough years behind me.

“You are the one and only goddess of this time, your majesty. There’s no better model than you.”

“Tch. You really know how to gaslight me.”

Maria. This girl only says what people want to hear.

It’s not that I completely dislike it, though.

Having lived with such a body, it’s nice to hear that kind of talk for no reason.

Yeah. No one else could fit the bill as well as me. Where can you find an advertising model like me?

When I can take the chance, I should grab it. Doing some advertisements without being overly revealing doesn’t sound too bad.

I’ve done a few modeling jobs anyway, so it shouldn’t be an issue.

The Emperor, closer to the people than anyone else! I’m even willing to model for the fast food the people eat!

The one and only emperor who can be adored!

If I stake my claim like this, I might very well be worshiped like a god in the future.

“I hear your reputation in Western Japan is quite significant.”

“Really? I thought there would be some traitors cursing me for not respecting true Anastasia supporters, but this is unexpected.”

“They aren’t even in the right mindset to think such things. Thanks to the Rome Treaty, Western Japan still stands.”

True. That’s indeed the case.

Whether the people of Western Japan like me or not is irrelevant, just as long as they don’t cause trouble for us by meddling in Eastern Japan.

Meanwhile, I also discreetly gathered intelligence about Balhae.

After all, Balhae has been profiting from arms sales amid this civil war in Southern China.

The longer the civil war in Southern China drags on, the better Balhae will strengthen its national power.

“But what’s this?”

From the Romanov food company, something unrelated to fast food from Balhae has come up. What could it be?

“Balhae has requested to purchase warships.”

Among the White Army generals who came to my office, the naval minister Kolchak said.

Is Balhae purchasing warships? Are they making some money due to the war? They’re saying they’ll cover the costs of the warships over ten years like some kind of caper.

That’s not a bad deal for us.

As long as we find ways to sell off decommissioned ships, it’s a win.

“We’re buying warships, huh? Sure. It’s about time Balhae began to establish a proper navy.”

I initially told them to prioritize a fleet over an army. There shouldn’t be any issues with that.

They will become a country that oversees the seas, as their name suggests.

Of course, while it’s hard for Balhae to confront America, at least they could be of a degree to restrain in the Pacific.

Who knows what will happen to their army, but at least there’s no power that can threaten Balhae currently. A mutual defense treaty was even established with Balhae.

I already said we’d consider them as an ally since the Provisional Government back then.

“Let’s pass on the decommissioned warships.”

“Understood, your majesty.”

Alright, good. I turned my gaze to Beria of the Okhrana.

“What’s the situation in Eastern Japan?”

“I hear the imperialists’ terrorism has intensified.”

Imperialists’ terrorism. I never expected that kind of thing would happen in Japan from the chaos in the Middle East.

“Really?”

“I’ve been informed that the number of bombings directed at the U.S. military command and the Yamato Republic government has significantly increased recently.”

That makes sense.

With bombings happening right in the capital, the U.S. can’t help but pay attention to Japan.

Eastern Japan and the Ezo Republic are essential to the U.S. Navy.

They would never consider abandoning them.

In this situation, could the U.S. actually spare any attention for South America?

Unless Argentina engages in nuclear development, I don’t think the U.S. will move directly. Moreover, Argentina is also a signatory of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty.

If the U.S. ends up spreading their resources thin and only supports Brazil moderately while ignoring the rest, what would happen?

Argentina would get an opportunity.

Eva Perón has been informed by me until the day she dies, so she’d struggle not to die and find ways to achieve something.

Even if they had nuclear weapons, unless they were a completely defenseless country willing to drop bombs without restraint, turning the nuclear card against Argentina would be tough.

The Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty aimed to avoid further nuclear powers and ensured that nuclear weapons were merely means of national defense. Both the U.S. and our Rome Treaty have built-in safety measures against the use of nuclear weapons.

Yet, for someone to shout “Long live His Imperial Majesty!” while committing suicide bombings—Japan has definitely met its end, but it seems they still long for the past.

Are the imperialists really this terrible?

It could also be that the death of the Emperor plays a part. For the imperialists, the Emperor is the most significant existence.

“Isn’t it ridiculous? To see Japanese imperialists do the work that independence fighters once did.”

What’s truly amusing is that these people want to resurrect the very brutal imperial regime.

Even Balhae once launched bombs with meager strength to regain their nation, while these guys are serious like contemporary Islamic extremists.

ISIS must be emerging from Eastern Japan in this world.

The Middle East in this era will be tightly maintained by Turkey, so there shouldn’t be any problems there.

“It’s interesting that a communist party-like group is running rampant in the Kanto Republic.”

“Is that so?”

As expected, it’s Trotsky. He’s working hard to create the second KFC.

If he’s a fool, he likely doesn’t realize I intentionally sent him to the Kanto Republic. He probably knows nowhere else will provide him a stage.

Currently, the Kanto Republic is an environment ripe for reds to rise up.

If something were to happen, it would be only natural for the reds to burst out.

“I’ve heard that Patton has been directly appointed as the commander of the U.S. forces in Eastern Japan this time. It seems he plans to catch the right-wing terrorist group.”

“That sounds quite serious.”

His family is in Russia, and he’s a U.S. general dispatched to East Asia.

I hope he doesn’t end up dying here. If nothing else happens, he might seize Trotsky without issues.