I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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**Japanese Soviet Republic**

Trotsky’s operation had perfectly failed.

The so-called hero of Japan had instead begun sending troops to protect the Kanto Republic and help the Americans.

It was a war they were bound to lose anyway, but isn’t it too easy to see them crumble like this?

Trotsky sighed as he watched the American air force flying high in the sky.

“Is it time to really think about the end?”

“It seems you need to make a decision.”

Honestly, just getting this far was a miracle in itself.

Yeah. A decision; only killing each other remains now.

If I die fighting until the end, I’ll at least be remembered as a martyr of the proletarian revolution in the hearts of workers worldwide.

“Decision, huh? Yeah. We’ve already died several times.”

They had already died several times.

Dying once more wouldn’t change a thing.

Though it was a life borrowed from the princess, if I’m just a pawn dancing in her palm, I might as well make her eat dirt.

Determined to face death in the red crusade, Trotsky was ready.

At that moment.

“Comrade Leader! Someone has brought this for you.”

One of the comrades in charge of defense came in with a letter.

“An old friend, you say? Who sent this?”

It was a letter from Stalin, but how had he even managed to send it in this situation?

“It was from a foreigner.”

I wouldn’t be surprised if the Tsar was behind this. Does that mean the Tsar’s shadow has spread all over Eastern Japan?

Stalin, at his age, would prioritize his own safety over the revolution.

Yet somehow, I thought it might be worth reading if this was truly the last correspondence.

After all, Trotsky wasn’t alone anymore.

Not just Trotsky, but there were comrades with him in Japan.

Therefore, he began to read the letter he had received.

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“Hey Trotsky. A lot of time has passed. While I was in the camps and you were battling for the revolution, the mountains, fields, rivers, and seas have changed, and numerous wars have occurred. Yet no nation born from revolution exists anywhere in the world. Italy was merely a communist state that hung red banners in a facade of reconstruction, while Germany lost the ideological competition and sparked a war. To the casual observer, it may seem like our revolution has failed, but we did not fail. We simply did not seize power. Those colonial empires have recognized their mistakes and are now putting in place various systems to care for workers. The current Tsar, for instance, represents the fact that our revolution has become a force that changes the world. So why don’t we stop shedding blood? I know some Bolsheviks who might be able to help get you out. You might dislike the idea, but another revolution awaits you.”

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One might say it’s just a sentimental letter from Stalin.

Another revolution awaits, he says.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Another revolution? Where should I go to stage a revolution? Maybe down to the Arctic or Antarctic for a revolution?

“Isn’t this telling me to just bow down to survive?”

“Comrade Leader. I don’t know who this comrade is, but please consider accepting this.”

Tokuda Kyuichi immediately urged acceptance.

Sadly, the Japanese Communist Party knew nothing about Stalin.

So, do they just expect me to trust the letter?

“Comrade Secretary Tokuda, what are you saying right now?”

“Getting this far was already a miracle. Please, remember our revolution. We’ll be satisfied with that.”

Tokuda Kyuichi was crying hot tears, which is not something you typically expect from a Red, as he tried to send Trotsky away.

It really was almost over.

In a day or two, this Soviet Republic would be done for. No, it wouldn’t even be worthy of being called a Soviet, considering it was barely occupying a single town, and its destruction was a given in a few days.

That means at least one person had to get out alive.

At least, that’s how Tokuda Kyuichi rationalized it.

“What do you mean ‘be satisfied with that?’”

“The revolution is not yet over, is it? Please carry on our will.”

What does that mean? So, you want me to go back alive?

Trotsky couldn’t accept this reality.

He had already lost numerous comrades even in that American land.

“Comrades! No! I can’t lose you all!”

“Comrade. At least one must survive to convey the nobility of our revolution! To tell that it was a struggle against the imperialists! Someone must carry this message! Hurry, bring the Comrade Leader! If it’s Balhae, with its smuggling prowess, we might be able to sneak you in!”

Tokuda Kyuichi decided to send some of his subordinates along.

“Yes!”

In the end, Trotsky set off with the comrades that Kyuichi provided towards Balhae.

Due to Trotsky’s anonymity, his existence wasn’t known, and with the help of the Okhrana, previously dispatched by Beria, he managed to safely smuggle in as a foreigner.

And then. For some unknown reason through the aid of their collaborators (Okhrana), they began frying chicken.

**Fry fry fry!**

“Is this help? Are you really telling me to fry chickens in this Far East?”

How does that even make sense?

Frying chickens in this Far East!

“Calm down, Comrade. You need to fry one more. Isn’t that Korean guy over there crying for you to fry?”

“Hey Lee! Fry one more quickly~”

Damn it. Trotsky bit down on his lips.

In this damned Far Eastern country, reduced to frying chickens! This was the most ridiculous situation ever.

Having changed his name to Ridoil, now looking nothing like an Oriental, he was literally being put through the grinder for chickens.

As months passed, what he received from his collaborators, claiming to be a new revolution was…

“Seriously, are you telling me to fry chickens? What the heck!”

It was chicken.

It’s truly ridiculous, but this was the reality.

And they dare call it a new revolution while they were clearly working under the Tsar’s command.

“Is there really any revolution left besides chicken? Logically, there’s nowhere in the world to incite a revolution now. Even the Japanese revolution was a forced one. The times have truly changed.”

“What on earth?”

What sort of nonsensical thing is this?

The Tsar, that foolish woman, is sincerely telling me to fry chickens?

Does she really think I would comply with the orders of an imperialist?

Think before you speak! This is an outright desecration of a revolutionary’s purpose!

“Here’s the paperwork regarding the new labor welfare law recently passed by the Rome Treaty. Retirement benefits, and various other benefits for workers, etc.”

Whatever happens with the Rome Treaty is none of my concern.

“What is the point of all this?”

“You know, Comrade Trotsky’s chicken has become quite famous among the workers.”

Because of the fact that it’s being promoted as a meat source, chicken has become a staple in the basic diet for the workers.

Of course, it’s not as if chicken is served for every meal.

“Chicken, you say?”

“How about you start making food just for the workers?”

“You want me to abandon my comrades in Japan?”

Is the princess daring to issue such commands?

Does she think I would dare to follow such ludicrous orders?

Is the head of imperialism attempting to extinguish the last embers of revolution?

“You’re welcome to join as well. The Tsar suggested that it would be better if that chicken became widespread. We’ll persuade Comrade Trotsky’s comrades as well.”

Luckily, unlike those madmen who were willing to go nuclear, the Japanese Communist Party was not insane.

The fighting spirit on the Japanese archipelago began with a desire for independence from America. Now that the world had been controlled by the Tsar,

They planned to coat their revolution as something great.

“How obsessed does the princess have to be with chickens?”

Honestly, even Beria was curious about that, but what could be done? He let it slide, thinking it must have some relation to stocks in the future.

In any case, what Beria had to say was quite simple.

“Perhaps it’s better for the revolution to gracefully fade here. If you forcefully spark another revolution somewhere, communism would no longer be a viable ideology. Shouldn’t the proletarian revolution have provided enough of a warning to the world?”

“Ha.”

Be satisfied with a warning to the world.

While it may be hard to see the return of the proletarian revolution,

“Even if we acquire the secret to your chicken, it wouldn’t taste the same as yours, Comrade Trotsky. That’s why the Tsar wants to entrust the chicken company to you.”

A chicken company? This is not bourgeois, is it? Is that really the road we’re taking?

I should have killed that damned princess while there was a chance.

No matter how ridiculous the situation had become, isn’t this going too far?

Who does Trotsky think he is, being ordered to handle chicken?

“Do you really expect me to bury my bones in chicken?”

Trotsky lamented as he gazed at the sky.

Damn that princess. Do they really want me to bury my bones in chickens?

Had he wanted to do that, he would have concealed his name and lived as Leon, the chicken shop owner, in America long ago.

“Comrade Trotsky. Stalin is really worried about you. Because of you, this world has changed. How about living a peaceful life for the workers now?”

“A peaceful life, you say?”

Was the revolution all in vain?

Could it be that red revolutions or states would never rise again in this world?

The world has already turned so well.

As far as I can see, praises for the Tsar never cease. It’s a world heavily enchanted by something.

Even though socialist policies have been implemented, there are still those who know nothing about communism.

The Tsar merely satisfied the workers through a socialist policy, turning them into docile sheep.

Can we truly say that this world is right?

“Does Stalin see this world as right?”

“Isn’t it so?”

“Now, just fry chicken for the workers. Ha.”

Fry for the workers?

That line was absurdly ridiculous.

It was a statement that belittled this world too much.

“Comrade Trotsky. Eventually, if this world rots away, there will still be those who rise up again to continue your revolution. But for now, this world is advancing under the Tsar’s rule, developing like never before, and praises for the Tsar are heard all the way from Portugal to the Far East.”

According to Beria, Portugal hadn’t been in a good state under dictatorship, but many things had changed since joining the Rome Treaty Organization.

Naturally, it was an environment that encouraged praises for the Tsar.

“Yeah. That’s right.”

The whole world praises the Tsar.

Even in the Far East, people were calling Anastasia “Anachang,” really going crazy over her.

“At least, it’s not a time for revolution now. The revolution of this era will only leave behind good lessons. Wasn’t the revolution ignited by the suffering of survival? If you try to stir up revolution any further, that’s simply greed for grabbing red power. I doubt you want to stain the legacy that started with Marx.”

That’s true. If you try to force a revolution any further, it’s only the ambition of a small-minded person aiming for power through the revolution.

I don’t want to accept it, but I have to.

To preserve the red flame that might rise again in the distant future, it would be fitting for me to exit at this point.

Convincing words from Stalin’s letter and Beria led Trotsky to eventually nod in agreement.

Thus, Sergey Lee’s chicken shop was established.

The history of RFC (Rome Fried Chicken) began.

And his influence was unexpectedly strong.

“Was that chicken really that delicious?”

“President Lee returned to Russia and shared his recipe for seasoned fried chicken!”

“I tasted the chicken those Kanto Reds ate, and it was really good.”

“I think this will do well when sold back in Western Japan!”

Soon, news spread to the United Japanese States by the Japanese army that had supported the Balhae Federation and the US military while Trotsky had been missing for months.

And the history of B-Chicken and Karaage began.

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Horrifying news reached the ears of history’s Lenin.

The fact that our Trotsky accepted frying chicken!

He finally embraced his chicken revolution like a chosen child.

“Trotsky ultimately accepted the chicken.”

“And the Japanese revolution has come to an end.”

I nodded at Maria’s words.

With the pivotal figure Trotsky gone, and just Tokuda and his band remaining, it was probably a matter of course.

It was almost miraculous that they had held out this long.

Now that Japan’s revolution had ended, the remaining issues awaited.

The remnants of the Imperial Japanese Army and anarchists, etc.

“Most of the anarchists have fled to Russia or drifted into Western Japan, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

They drifted into Western Japan, just as I expected.

The United Japanese States harboring the Anarchists should play to our favor.

We could grant support to our esteemed Mutaguchi Renya.

“What about the remnants of the Imperial Japan?”

“The military of the United Japanese States is responsible for exterminating those Imperial Japan remnants. They say there are a hell of a lot of them.”

Well, they certainly looked numerous.