I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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Now, my white hair is flowing down thickly, and seeing that, I can’t help but feel relieved that I haven’t aged at all.

Especially for women, age and youth can be quite the bullies.

I sat with my legs crossed, giving a wink.

Leisurely, more elegantly than anyone else, while still grinning as if to prove how young I am.

Stalin, who witnessed my youth with his own eyes, furrowed his brow.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hah, they call you a saint, but you really haven’t aged at all. Meanwhile, I’m now covered in gray.”

“Jeepers, is that envy I hear? Well then, go meet an old man.”

Then you’ll feel like your body turns to rubber even in a bomb explosion.

“So, I’m right, and communism is doomed. If communism and revolution were the right things, wouldn’t someone like you or Lenin or Trotsky have kept the throne without aging like me?”

Logically speaking, wouldn’t that old man know I’m more right?

“Now you mock me as a winner in my old age? Or is this just a joke?”

“I didn’t intend that at all. It’s just the fact, yes. Let’s cut to the chase. Instead of writing a letter to persuade Trotsky, how about you let me live as a free man to enjoy my old age?”

“That’s right.”

I don’t think I’m being too greedy here.

So I guess it truly means I just want to be a free man.

“You’re not hiding any other thoughts, are you?”

“Does the Tsar see me as youthful enough to have blood boiling like that?”

No, that’s not it. Way too old for that.

Stalin is now just a dying man waiting for his last day.

“You’re too old to start a revolution now.”

I’ve aged too much.

I should have already been dead, but unlike history, I’m living longer than I should.

Having ascended to the position of secretary, he died at 53. It seems living in a labor camp isn’t so bad after all.

“Indeed. I still believe the proletarian revolution is the right path. Even the Tsar, who’s still around, wouldn’t have achieved today’s social welfare reforms without us, right?”

“I can’t deny that.”

More accurately, you could say that’s original history, but anyway, it’s just sucking the juice out of the original historical reds.

“But I want to live in this changed world now. I think when the Tsar needed to use the Bolsheviks, I helped.”

That’s right. Thanks to Stalin persuading or selling out the Bolsheviks, Russia’s various large-scale projects utilized the Bolsheviks.

This is an unavoidable reality.

“The one who killed my parents was you, wasn’t it?”

You have to admit when it’s true. Right?

At my words, Stalin laughed heartily, the kind of laughter that caused deep wrinkles.

“Hahaha! If I wanted to kill you for that, I would have done it long ago. No? Even if we’re far apart, I think the Tsar and I best understand each other.”

Stalin was indeed clever.

He was confident I wouldn’t kill him.

“That’s not wrong. Among the Bolsheviks, the only one who directly opposed me besides Trotsky is you. As enemies, we’ve competed enough to know each other well. I can let you rest comfortably until old age. Just like the bourgeois.”

I’ll make you just like that loathed bourgeois.

“Pu ha ha ha! What more can I hide at this age? I’m just thinking of living a bit better in my old age.”

Right. Saying that he would live properly in his old age. Instead, I would let him live like a bourgeois.

Personally, having once been a man, perhaps it’s pity as a fellow man.

Well, it’s true. This guy has been a eunuch for over 70 years.

I heard his wife fell for someone else while in the labor camp. Is it part of my personal sympathy?

Any man would glance at someone with my appearance, but Stalin seems to care for him.

He must really be a eunuch.

“Choose between Moscow or your hometown. If you choose Moscow, you can stay in a newly built mansion. If Georgia interests you, I’ll allocate you wherever you want there.”

At this point, I am really dead many times over.

I’m giving Stalin a chance to live, you know?

Who would give a chance to those who caused their parents to die like this?

“Still, I can’t just live in the same city as my Tsar. Let me live like a bourgeois in Georgia, give me a farm or something, and I’ll write a hundred letters to persuade Trotsky.”

As long as I can hypnotize Trotsky into compliance, I’ll do anything.

The question is whether this guy can even write well enough.

“Sounds good. I’ll take special care of you. I’ll make a new ID for you as well.”

This is a Stalin different from original history.

That much he can manage.

“Then, write a letter to convince my Trotsky.”

Stalin was then escorted outside by the Okhrana.

A letter to persuade Trotsky.

As long as it’s well written, it’s a chance to stir things up without provoking the U.S. unnecessarily.

“Will that guy write it properly? Let’s hope he doesn’t write anything about a fight to the death.”

Maria said, suspiciously.

You could see it that way. After all, Stalin is a revolutionary.

While I’m reluctant to release Stalin as a revolutionary.

After so many years, all his malice has faded from his eyes.

It makes sense to still be alive, as he has passed the age he should have died.

If I have little time left, why not compromise with reality while still thinking “the reds are right”?

That’s within a sufficient range of acceptance.

“Stalin has seen the history of the Russian Republic throughout his life. He has seen the unification of Europe. The word ‘revolution’ is no longer uttered by the populace. Now, it’s meaningless. When old, who would want to lie?”

If I were Stalin, I would think along those lines. Even if the revolution succeeds, I can’t imagine living like a princess.

It’s true though, with this immortal ability, I’ve managed to wander around and bring Russia to its current state.

In the future, I doubt it will become a rogue state causing disputes everywhere.

That’s the only thing I can see.

Stalin has that much insight. Even if he captures me, he can’t make it that far.

I’ve won because my method is far superior to the proletarian revolution.

Even if he can’t admit it, he must be aware of it.

“But that guy did terrible things to the late Tsar.”

“Yes. He did terrible things to the late Tsar. That can be a viewpoint.”

But so what?

As I always say, I am both Anastasia and a Korean in my past life.

I feel regret and sympathy, but I don’t rage as a child of the Tsar.

I even forgave those who bombed me. Could I not forgive just Stalin?

There’s also Trotsky, head of the chicken shop, but anyway.

Those damned Urals Soviets killed the Tsar, but it wasn’t directly Stalin’s doing.

If he hadn’t done his job poorly, they would have sent radioactive black tea long ago. But he did do alright with his work, right?

So, there’s no reason for me to unnecessarily torment him.

“Let’s see how he writes the letter.”

I am very curious about how he’ll write that.

If it doesn’t go well, that day will be the downfall of the East Asian Trotsky chicken business, but Trotsky has probably had enough revolution experience by now, so it should be okay?

“Paris will stay a city punished by the saint, but when it’s rebuilt, shouldn’t we take care of it a bit? It’s better to throw it away.”

“Well, we should still create something like that.”

Let’s say we take care of the red corpses and skeletons in the catacombs of France. By that time, we will rebuild under the saint’s grace.

It’s not a bad idea.

A city of Paris redesigned in the Roman style. Sounds plausible.

Demolish the Eiffel Tower completely. It should be newly built.

It will look like this place is now a Roman province. That’s quite splendid.

“It seems like a waste of budget.”

“That would be so. France is now Vichy France, and even if it’s not Paris, it could be a decision to set up the headquarters of the Western Roman Empire on British soil.”

That’ll cost a lot of money.

Wasn’t it originally kicked off in the Rome Treaty?

“Then, I’m curious as to why we need to rebuild Paris.”

“After all, Paris has been the capital of France for a long time, so we can’t ignore its history. Plus, this incident isn’t just about the reds. All sorts of wanderers can swarm into Paris.”

At least to secure a minimal consensus from the populace.

The land that Pétain smashed is being rebuilt by the Rome Treaty Organization under Russia’s suggestion.

Of course, it was made known through Alisa Rosenbaum’s radio broadcast that we handed over the nuclear bomb to Pétain. At least it shows Russia has the will to rebuild.

That should be enough.

We already rebuilt Petrograd for that reason.

It’s likely that even if we weren’t here, the Paris reconstruction issue would have come up.

So, it’s much more economically viable to do it now while we can still keep legal slaves.

“I hear the catacombs are going to be overflowing with heaps of bones. It’ll probably get us caught.”

That’s true. They say it spills out every day.

Along with the corpses of those bombed reds too.

“Louis XVI made a mistake. Thinking of true urban beautification, filling the city’s underground with those skulls is not right.”

The Black Death was unavoidable, but now all of Europe has united.

So, shouldn’t the reconstruction of Paris be completed with all the reds mobilized?

They say they dumped all the red front reds into one spot.

That much will surely speed up the cleanup.

If they become unusable, we really have to finish off Paris. We can’t leave it there, lest some reds flow back in again or it becomes lawless.

“Hearing this will surely make Trotsky flip out.”

“That guy will still be frying chicken, so that’s a relief.”

“Are you really planning to make him fry chicken?”

Seriously.

I’m not joking; we really must do it.

KFC here is no different from the American Communist Party, and Trotsky’s chicken shop was buried in America due to KFC’s downfall.

As it became known that KFC absorbed the power of blacks through chicken, the chicken that was originally supposed to show up in America hasn’t even come out yet.

In other words, I’ve changed history, so I need to keep Trotsky alive to write the history of chicken.

Like it or not, that guy is currently a big shot in the chicken industry.

Unfortunately, the chicken produced in Europe doesn’t even come close to what Trotsky makes.

I might have ripped off Trotsky’s chicken recipe, but if it’s usable, it’s best to use him.

After all, this side is starting from scratch with chicken.

Somehow, I have to make the chicken deliciously.

Having changed history, it would be sad if there was no chicken in modern times.

“I must fry it. Chicken is delicious.”

Hate the reds, but don’t blame the chicken.

I almost thought about just burying Trotsky, but honestly, without Trotsky, the history of chicken here would struggle to progress.

“But isn’t the important thing this spaceship?”

“That’s right.”

Nothing is more important than this spaceship.

Computer development is also going well, but spaceship development is truly a toss-up.

If the spaceship is developed, can we really fly into space?

“I have doubts about whether humans can truly fly out into space.”

At Maria’s words, I sighed.

Honestly, I think, can we really do it? It makes me wonder.

Even if history has changed, it’s still the 1950s.

Perhaps the U.S. will start making their own spaceships out of competition with us, but it worries me for no reason.

What if my snowball I’’ve rolled causes problems with spaceship development? There’s potential for development, but still, you never know.

“It should be possible. So I’m thinking of going to the research institute myself.”

I intend to visit the place that has now expanded into the Roman Space Development Research Institute.

Of course, the spaceship testing lab is located to the east, but the research on spaceships itself was ongoing in Moscow.

To gather the aerospace engineers of the Rome Treaty Organization, I decided Moscow was more suitable.

Technically, Russia has been chosen because of its vast territory, which is capable of carrying out various rocket and artificial satellite experiments.

So, Moscow has also come to be known as the city of space science.

So how could the Tsar just sit by?

Even though Mr. Mojong-gu can’t visit in person, I still have to do this much.

I’ll pull out all the knowledge I have and offer some ideas too.

While rebuilding Paris slowly, invest the Rome Treaty budget into space and computer development.

This is truly the era of upgrading the tech tree.