I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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“First, let’s get that guy out of the way and revive the Kingdom of Libya. Then we need to send political advisors ourselves to change the country.”

We need to revive the kingdom first to make changes.

We should restore the king and at least get enough people to run the country again.

It’s us who get annoying because of that damn military dictator.

“Before that, we must occupy Tripoli.”

“That’s right.”

Every time we marched toward Tripoli, there were indeed some groups resisting.

For example, there was that army sent by the Libyan military.

That army was gearing up to fight us, but unfortunately, the weapons in possession of the Libyan military were just old-school weapons from before the Rome Treaty.

Of course, they were no match for us, and they melted away like ice cream.

We didn’t even particularly fight against them.

The Libyans took the lead as guides.

We didn’t exactly put them up like a meat shield, so our defensive forces couldn’t do anything.

They may have received handouts from the military, but you could clearly see their energy was waning.

I mean, how could we stop them when they led with tanks?

“Hey, you guys. How good was Gaddafi’s dick taste!”

“Open the way now! The Rome Treaty doesn’t aim to make us a colony!”

With the Libyans stepping up and overturning the situation, even the elite forces from the Libyan military didn’t dare to stop us.

How were they supposed to stop us? Aren’t they the ones who never even experienced a real war?

They were a significantly weaker generation compared to us, who have lived through war.

Ah, of course, there probably weren’t any military forces that didn’t serve during the colonial times. But still?

Do you seriously think those guys could fight us?

In the end, they’d choose to surrender to fellow Libyans like this.

They’d have to.

“No, that’s a bit…”

“Ha. I surrender.”

Everywhere they went, they hesitated about whether to hold their ground, and then just bowed down.

This, in fact, was not just limited to Libyans; I had also stepped in myself.

“How can you beat a war hero?”

“They say that person is good at predicting things; isn’t this wrong?”

That’s right, they’re good at predicting. That alone was sufficient.

The Libyans enthused and began to follow me, shouting to topple the military dictatorship.

Perhaps it seemed more reasonable to follow a saint than to follow someone who just engages in dictatorship.

No one who wasn’t stupid would have missed that level of intuition. Thanks to the Libyans who joined us, even the military faction trying to block us had to raise their hands.

“Let’s just go smoothly. Easily. Let’s do well. Okay?”

I was rather shocked at how the Libyans were pushing forward.

At this rate, we were really becoming mere accomplices.

“Yes. Yes!”

Before we knew it, our army had advanced right up to Tripoli.

This all happened in a single day.

There was neither anyone blocking us nor any thoughts of doing so, so what could we do?

“Isn’t it dangerous to go into urban warfare?”

Right. Urban combat would only increase casualties.

However, we couldn’t avoid it. After all, brother killing brother is the order of the day.

We couldn’t shed our own blood.

Things like this should fall on the Libyans to shed their own blood.

They needed to bleed and take apart their own country. That would give it meaning.

At the very least, they’d know we weren’t going to make them a colony.

I gathered the Libyans who followed us, placed an interpreter next to me, and confidently raised my voice before them.

“Libyans standing against military dictatorship, listen! Tripoli is right ahead. Tripoli, where the source of military dictatorship, Gaddafi, is!”

I confidently pointed at Tripoli.

Pointing directly at Tripoli, where Gaddafi was, I made it clear that your enemy lies in Tripoli.

Your objective should be to liberate Libya from Gaddafi with a single, determined mindset.

“Sadly, we cannot strike them ourselves. Why? Because if we do, they can claim we’re becoming a colony again under the excuse of funding, and we could become martyrs! We will lend you the strength! Drive them away with your own hands, Libyans!”

I boldly gave them hope to act directly.

We won’t shed our own blood!

“By our hands?”

That’s right. Do it with your hands.

Achieve it by your hands and shed your blood! We won’t shed blood!

That’s just the reality of it.

Isn’t that right? Why should we shed blood after coming this far?

Absolutely not, right?

We’re not going to colonize; if we actually start shedding blood, such talk might arise among the French troops about making it a colony or annexing the territory, right?

We absolutely reject that.

This should all be done by your own strength, Libyans. Even the Balhae people, while we may have given them some help, managed to push the Korean Governor-General’s Office themselves.

Let alone, Libya is in military dictatorship. They must handle this much.

“We will provide the strength. You need to end this military dictatorship with your own power and create the Libya you desire!”

The impact of my words was immense.

The Libyans who followed us were initially those who intended to die.

With the strength we provide, they would boldly take down Gaddafi.

“The Empress of Russia says! Let’s drive Gaddafi away with our hands!”

“We must bring him down with our strength! We cannot leave it to foreign powers!”

“We must never become a colony again!”

Alright, yeah. That’s it. If everyone feels that way, how good would it be?

We’d be just fine letting you shed the blood while it’s essentially like those guys democratizing on their own.

Of course, later we would have to bring in the king and pay attention to the political advisors to ensure proper government is established, but as long as it’s just a part of the country’s development process, that ought to be sufficient.

After all, we haven’t devoured you.

Even showing this much, the Libya regime that comes after should listen to what we say, right?

Now we just need to hand over weapons and let them fight. Right?

“O People of Libya, fervently rise under the banner of the proletariat!”

Did I just say something strange?

“First, we’ve got to catch the last bastard.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Where’s this communist nonsense coming from?

I came here after seeing how anti-communist education was running in France; I don’t want to see such a person even in a backward country like this.

Of course, it’s a poor country, so it can happen. They might think they can do this, but still.

“Long live Ana-zang! Into the fold of the Rome Treaty!”

“Catch that bastard in a different sense too.”

First, we have to catch that guy in a different sense too. How did ‘Ana-zang’ spread all the way here?

I find it hard to accept this.

“But with this, it seems we won’t have to shed blood.”

“Right. That seems likely.”

“That’s a good method. Doing this, we can shed the title of a colonial empire.”

Now we just need to do that.

I’m not sure how far the Libyans will go with this lead, but at the very least, they’re bound to go wild in Tripoli, which we’ll reach soon enough.

* * *

Meanwhile, the military in Tripoli found themselves unable to do anything in the face of absurdity.

For now, even though they sent an army claiming to oppose, they surrendered without a fight.

Given that they had no proper defenses, it made sense in a way.

However, the problem was that the Libyans joined in.

They trusted the Rome Treaty too much—no, after carelessly spending the money from the Rome Treaty, they ended up like this.

“What on earth did we do wrong to deserve this?”

Sadly, the military did not realize its mistakes.

They didn’t even think of it as a mistake.

From the Libyan military’s perspective, the Tsar was just angry because he was told he would get a crown, and they thought marching in with troops was the only thing to do.

While the numbers seemed manageable, it felt wrong nonetheless.

How could they fight and win against the Rome Treaty?

“Wasn’t it because of the promise of a crown that caused this?”

“Would the Tsar really get so angry and attack us for that?”

Doesn’t it seem a bit strange? Is it really just over one crown?

“Could it be that we ate up some of the support funds?”

Right. That possibility is high.

But then what can you do about it? Sadly, Gaddafi did not realize his mistakes.

I mean, isn’t that how it generally goes?

He wasn’t even just embezzling everything.

He was strictly controlling the populace while slowly developing. The evidence? Look at how Tripoli has advanced.

“No matter how you look at it, wouldn’t doing this over embezzled funds be a bit much?”

“Indeed. They must have eaten a lot too. Isn’t it a bit excessive to come at us like this?”

Embezzled funds are common across other nations too.

Embezzling isn’t just exclusive to them; even in other countries, it happens, yet this was just too much.

“So what are we supposed to do?”

The affair had already unfolded and, regardless, needed to be resolved.

“We can’t surrender.”

We can’t surrender.

If they surrender here, it’d be obvious they’d meet their end as war criminals.

“Then we need to fight back, but that would lead to significant casualties.”

Aren’t you prepared for at least that much if you’re going to go to war?

“Still, Tripoli had surely prepared for a solid defense, right?”

Tripoli had indeed set up defenses. No matter how much of the Rome Treaty, they’d struggle to push military forces through.

Of course, if they truly pushed with all their might, Tripoli would be shattered, but the Rome Treaty wouldn’t commit all its resources just to fight Libya.

And in urban warfare, they would surely suffer significant casualties. Would the Rome Treaty be able to handle that?

It’d likely be tough. Especially if they were trying to make colonies again. If they just say that, it’s already quite obvious.

Once, that was how I thought, but that’s all there was to it.

“The Rome Treaty forces have begun to enter Tripoli.”

“Entering?”

“Yes. They are entering Tripoli.”

“Who in the world is entering Tripoli?”

Come on, make sense.

Just recently, I heard that the Rome Treaty had arrived.

Speak plainly—Would the Rome Treaty be entering right away?

Given urban warfare, it should normally take at least longer. Shouldn’t we have been watching for a few more days? How is it happening so quickly?

“Not just the Rome Treaty, but the Libyan Free Army.”

The Libyan Free Army? What kind of army is that?

It sounds highly suspicious just hearing it. I certainly have no memory of creating such a thing.

“The Libyan Free Army? Our Libyan military is under us; how can such an army even exist? What exactly is that?”

Just by the name alone, it’s giving off rebel vibes.

“They are Libyans who surrendered to the Rome Treaty.”

“No, then what kind of nonsense is that?”

In that moment, Gaddafi closed his mouth tightly.

This was a serious matter.

Gaddafi was still young, but he wasn’t some fool who knew nothing.

He was someone who held the reigns of Libya at a young age. It was strange not to know something like this.

What are we going to do when not the Rome Treaty, but fellow Libyans come rushing in?

Absolutely impossible.

Perhaps the Tsar was aiming for this all along.

* * *

Libyan Free Army

An army made up solely of individuals resisting military dictatorship, carrying on an advancing campaign from Eastern Libya to Tripoli.

A military formed from civilians who rose against the military dictatorship and former Libyan national forces who inadvertently joined us.

Of course, it’s clear that in comparison to the Tripoli army, their quality would be inferior.

It’s not that they’re idiots—all the knowledgeable ones would know this.

No matter how much of a foolish dictator that Gaddafi is, you can bet he developed Tripoli, at the very least, into a solid defensive position.

Whatever he was doing in the world, who knows? But anyway.

In this scenario, Tripoli would have sufficient defensive capabilities. If the Rome Treaty decided to use its powers, it wouldn’t be impossible to take it, but I decided to deploy the Libyan Free Army here.

The Rome Treaty has a claim on fighting to defend against external forces, but it’s a different story when it’s the same ethnicity.

“If you don’t get it together, your country will have no future! Surely, you wouldn’t want our French troops to march directly into Tripoli, would you?”

The Libyans had been marching under the French troops and training hard for several days.

Of course, it’s more of a courtesy to call it ‘training.’ Just a few days like this, would it really be enough to just fight like this? As long as they could manage at this level, that should suffice.

And thus, the Libyan Free Army was prepared.

We sent a final ultimatum to Tripoli.

But sadly, that dictator Gaddafi kept insisting on resolving things through talks.

“This is a preparation in case of defeat. I have tried to steer the discussion to cooperate diligently, yet the Rome Treaty crushed this land by force. Like this.”

La Roche was right. This way, they could label the Rome Treaty as the villain.

If dying, then let it be so. I will not simply die without a fight. I’m not merely an evil villain or a military dictator; I’ll become a martyr and at least keep the flame alive.

However, the way to stop this is surprisingly simple.

“We push with the Libyan Free Army.”

As I mentioned earlier, this is simply a straightforward issue that can be resolved through civil strife.