I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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**Duma**

As Tsarina Anastasia was setting off from Moscow with the White Army, Admiral Alexander Kolchak, the newly appointed commander of the Russian Navy and temporary chairman of the Duma, convened a provisional Duma.

Representatives from Yekaterinburg, nobles who had joined them there, and various leaders, including the Green Army, participated in the assembly.

These individuals, originally divided by various ideologies and beliefs, were to determine the direction that the new Russia should take after the civil war.

In other words, whether it should be a socialist state, a democratic nation, or a monarchy.

Kolchak called the Duma together to decide this in advance, as the Tsarina had already left Moscow.

“When the Tsarina returns to Petrograd, we’ll reconvene and decide then, but for now, I thought it would be best to gather opinions to avoid confusion later on, hence the gathering of the Duma.”

“Please share the agenda, Chairman.”

“The direction in which our Russia will move forward.”

“Hmm.”

The reactions of the members were perplexed, likely due to the abruptness of the agenda.

Some had anticipated this, but given their recent focus on war rather than reform, it was perhaps expected.

“There might be those among us who desire a moderate socialist state different from the Bolsheviks, or republicans. There may be monarchists as well. But you all know that Russia cannot function without the Tsarina. At present, it’s still a civil war, so they haven’t been dispatched, but lands like Mongolia and Northern Manchuria have also been recognized because of the Tsarina.”

“Hmm. So, does the Chairman mean we should return to the old ways?”

It was a well-known fact among the Duma members that Kolchak was a monarchist.

Considering that Anastasia was diligently pushing for reform, they might suspect he wished to return to the old autocracy.

“That is not the case. The Tsarina herself does not desire a return to the old autocracy.”

“Then?”

“The Russian Federation. The United States. This was the Tsarina’s plan.”

“The United States.”

The idea was to transform Russia’s minority ethnic groups and warlords into a united federation.

It was about building a new collective identity forged through the shared struggles of the Civil War.

Under the Russian Republic, various ethnic nations would mingle and coexist.

Indeed, representatives of minority groups were already present in the Duma as part of a plan to gain support for the White Army.

The United States, the Federation.

Kolchak intended to go a step further.

“What if we crown the Tsarina as Tsarina according to a constitutional monarchy?”

The idea of crowning Princess Anastasia as Tsarina.

In truth, Kolchak had one primary reason for pushing this agenda.

Though he claimed he would withdraw and step back, it seemed he had sentimental attachment, having pushed for reform during the civil war.

If he was going to exile, he ought to have done it long ago.

The Tsarina had also simultaneously taken on the position of Khan of Mongolia.

Here, Kolchak reached a conclusion.

Anastasia wanted someone to crown her as Tsarina. Given what her father did, she couldn’t declare herself Tsarina but hoped someone would elevate her.

Kolchak saw straight through Anastasia’s feelings and brought forth this agenda.

Of course, one could argue that personal interests weren’t absent.

He had been holding onto Anastasia from the start, and if she were to either flee to another country or back down, he too would have to step away.

Desire for power or similar motivations were overshadowed by the thought that after all she endured, stepping back wouldn’t sit right.

Already labeled as a monarchist, it was apparent that if he allowed a republic or socialist state to emerge, he would certainly have to step away.

So, he would crown a Tsarina under the United States.

The members of the Duma began whispering about the crowning of the Tsarina.

“Well, the die’s already cast.”

“If the Tsarina pulls out now, Russia will disband again.”

“Even if it’s a constitutional monarchy, considering the Tsarina’s prestige, it won’t differ much from autocracy for a time.”

“The Tsarina has already captured the military and public’s support. What resistance will there be?”

“…The Salic Law is meaningless now.”

At this point, the South Russia hadn’t joined, so the Green Army could still make noise, but with the South also aligned, the military and public’s sentiments were firmly on the Tsarina’s side.

Given the situation, the Tsarina rising up against this would likely be worse than simply occupying a seat in the Duma.

“I am in favor.”

General Gaida, leading the Moscow defense, along with Krasnov of the Don Republic, and leaders of the White Army and moderate socialist Green Army leaders expressed their support.

“Is the Salic Law acceptable?”

One member brought up the Salic Law and received disapproving glares from everyone, but it was brushed aside lightly.

In the end, it was unanimous that the new Russia would adopt a constitutional monarchy under the United States.

Of course, it was called the United States, but it practically felt like the Russian Empire Season 2.

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**Petrograd**

“The Tsarina has personally taken Moscow! Now we! The Great Russian Imperial Army will occupy Petrograd and dedicate it to the Tsarina!”

Yudenich’s army, bolstered by Finnish support, was on the verge of capturing Petrograd.

However, the Bolsheviks, alongside Trotsky, began to arrive in reinforcements, strengthening the defenses of Petrograd.

“Hold the counter-revolutionary forces until the end! We must safeguard the revolutionary city of Petrograd!”

It had almost reached the point of collapse, but with Trotsky taking the lead once again, the situation changed.

This was, after all, the city of revolution.

A revolution could not allow a city to be captured by such counter-revolutionaries.

Trotsky fiercely defended Petrograd.

He had just left Lenin behind in a dismal condition with the White Army collapsing in Moscow, so he couldn’t afford to lose here either.

With Trotsky’s desperate defense, Yudenich’s offensive failed.

Pavel Vermont’s Southern Russian Army under him couldn’t assist Yudenich as they managed their own casualties.

“Damn it. Is there no way, Finnish commander?”

“Well, it seems difficult. Unless we were able to press Petrograd without a civil war in Finland, we could have managed it by now.”

Had Yudenich been helped sooner, Mannerheim’s solo assistance was an impossible feat.

At least it was thanks to the Tsarina’s proposal that things went well this time.

Waaah!!

“What’s going on?”

“Tsarina Anastasia has brought a grand army!”

“Tsarina has?”

The Tsarina, who slaughtered the Reds in Moscow, had come with a grand army herself.

In the 20th century, a monarch personally leading an army—that’s a surprising turn of events!

Shooting and the bloodbath awaited as the Tsarina personally brought her army.

Of course, Tsar Nicholas II also led the charge at the forefront, but this time it was different.

The princess, who should have been in a dress laughing with her husband, was now wearing military attire leading an army herself.

Things were different from the days of Rasputin.

Many now followed the Tsarina, unlike during the times of betrayal when revolutionaries turned against the royal family.

The morale of the White Army surrounding Petrograd soared sky-high.

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During the Battle for Moscow, the Bolsheviks had drawn nearly all their troops from the enemy army that was advancing from the West to bolster the defense of Moscow.

Of course, most were either dead or surrendered, leaving only a few remaining in the Western offensive.

These troops collapsed or surrendered without fail.

There were indeed hardline Bolsheviks among them, but they were in the minority.

After all, they wouldn’t dare oppose Burashilov, who was laying down the law for the Western offensive.

“God, bless the holy saint of all Russia!”

“God, bless the Tsarina!”

How regrettable it was.

I licked my lips.

It would have been more symbolic if either Lenin or Stalin or the Soviet high command were merely in Petrograd.

It was quite the shame.

The revolutionary city was now reduced to nothing more than an occupied enemy territory.

“How many enemy soldiers are there?”

“I don’t know the exact number, but we estimate at least several thousand.”

Several thousand. It should be easier than the Battle of Moscow.

Excluding the White Army left behind to maintain order in the reclaimed territory, the forces I brought could easily overturn Petrograd.

Of course, if they put up a desperate resistance, we would suffer losses as well, but they would still just be remnants.

The more they resist, the more the White Army’s hatred and anger towards the Bolsheviks would escalate.

Would Trotsky accept a proposal for surrender?

That hardcore Red surely wouldn’t.

“Several thousand, you say?”

“Then let’s proceed with the offensive.”

Yudenich appeared to be grinding his teeth. He was urging the attack.

However, I wasn’t thinking about attacking just yet.

After all, Petrograd was isolated.

Even if Trotsky bit down and held out alone, it wouldn’t make a difference if the supply of weapons remained insufficient, and Moisin-Nagant wouldn’t magically turn into a Peat-Dorov Rifle, nor would they suddenly have tanks and aircraft.

Food was of course an issue.

With citizens’ rising distrust towards the Bolsheviks, would they truly abandon Trotsky?

Or would they cling to him, acting like a city of revolution?

This one’s a mystery.

“At least for a while, they were subjects of my father. Let’s give them a few days, so we can appear somewhat merciful.”

I gave them a few days.

Of course, and astonishingly, Trotsky maintained a thorough silence over the proposal for surrender.

Once again, I spread flyers to the citizens of Petrograd, promising that there would be no battle if they brought Trotsky and his men to us.

What was the result? Complete disregard.

It seemed they desired bloodshed.

Or perhaps they were determined to not willingly pass the capital of the Russian Empire to me even if it meant death.

I had, without a doubt, given them an opportunity.

It was the reds of Petrograd who squandered that chance.

There must only be hardline Reds left.

I had managed to endure until now, but I hated the Reds.

Those filthy scoundrels who triggered nuclear war in my ordinary college life.

While they preach ideals, their politics are nothing more than oppression and brutality.

They claim everyone is equal while serving a dictator, mere cockroaches in disguise.

Their emotions combined with Anastasia’s feelings—whose family was executed—spurred my hatred to an extreme.

Didn’t I explicitly demand surrender?

The ones who refused were those scum.

“I clearly gave them a chance. But they ignored it. Should I forgive them?”

“No.”

“They have yet to escape their red plague. I intend to offer them a drastic ‘cure’ through death. Is there anyone against this?”

“Death to the Bolsheviks!”

“Severe punishment!”

The commanders of the White Army unanimously agreed.

After all, these were the White Army members who had fought the Bolsheviks for a long time.

Those who hadn’t participated in the revolution and had risen against the Bolsheviks would have no reason to oppose the eradication of them.

“Though Moscow has been sullied as the hub of the red plague, it will surrender and become a part of the new Russia, lest it be a third Rome. But Petrograd shall not.”

So, I simply cannot forgive them.

If they wish to remain the revolutionary city until the end, I will thoroughly uproot it.

To all the White Army commanders present here.

Excluding Anton Denikin and Burashilov, who were currently engaged in sweeping up the remnants while fighting the Bolsheviks.

Including Pyotr Wrangel, Drozdovsky, Nikolai Yudenich, Krasnov, and Pepilyaev. Not to mention Mannerheim, who was present as the Finnish army commander.

I scanned them and declared clearly.

“From this day forth, Petrograd will disappear from Russian history. The name St. Petersburg, and the red city that symbolizes the fall of the Russian Empire and revolution, shall be erased. Mobilize all artillery, tanks, and aircraft! Do not show any mercy as you view it as the place the Tsar once lived. In my authority as your Tsarina, I demand you destroy it thoroughly. Root out the Bolsheviks, who still delude themselves into thinking this is their world.”

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The city that became the heart of the revolution, where no one distrusted the Tsar, had turned into a stronghold for the hardcore Bolsheviks—Petrograd.

To eradicate the revolution, I shall destroy it utterly.

“““Yes!”””

I cannot be hindered by the hardcore Bolsheviks of Petrograd.

To prevent the embers of Reds remaining throughout Russia from igniting again.

I shall thoroughly destroy that symbol of revolution.