I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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Just simply send the Libyan Free Army and push them out, as from their perspective, it would just mean facing judgment from their own people, so there was no problem with that.

After all, the Libyan Free Army was created for situations like this. As mentioned earlier, they eventually marched their troops into Tripoli.

“Let’s go! Let’s bring down Gaddafi!”

They finally entered Tripoli.

One could say that the magnificent Libyan Free Legion, created by our remarkable Libyans, had finally achieved this.

The military tried desperately to hold them back, but it was hardly a significant effort.

The Free Libyan Army had almost no combat experience, but they were more than ready to fight to topple their own dictatorship.

Unfortunately, that Gaddafi guy would be caught soon enough.

It’s just a matter of time now.

All that’s left is to wrap this up quickly and march back into Egypt.

It might be a bit of a hassle to return, but there’s no helping it if we want to ensure the new government is formed by pro-Rome Treaty figures.

Moreover, the natural environment here is a bit… interesting.

The coastal areas are fine, but as you go down a little, it becomes desert territory.

I could have stirred up the Okhrana in Tripoli to incite the Libyans there and try to find a way to spill less blood, but I can’t stay here any longer either.

And dealing with Egypt afterward would just complicate things.

“Ah, what a sad affair.”

“Is that so?”

Of course it is. This is indeed a sad matter.

To think they’re shedding blood to bring each other down on their own.

“Right. It’s a shame that even Libyans have to fight like this.”

Truth be told, I prefer protests and demonstrations; however, protests take too long, and I don’t want to rely on them.

If they were the sort to get swept up in protests, they wouldn’t have had a military dictatorship to begin with.

Now we just have to wait patiently.

“Make sure to support the Free Army as much as possible. At the very least, we need to deploy some officers, even if we don’t step in directly, understood?”

“Is there any doubt about that?”

I have given adequate instructions to La Roche.

In order to finish this quickly, we need experienced officers to help out.

To be frank, the Libyan military officers who surrendered just because we showed up aren’t going to fight properly.

You can’t win a war just with willpower.

Wasn’t it the case that in the original history, Mr. Mo Jeong-gu emphasized that spirit while achieving victory at the Battle of Imphal?

So I don’t think that way.

Even if blood isn’t spilled, helping with officers is necessary.

“Now that we’ve entered the city, won’t they be dragged out soon enough?”

That’s right. The Libyan Free Army surged in.

Of course, it seems they’re fighting quite fiercely with the Libyan National Army in the city, but that’s really not our concern.

Shedding blood isn’t what the Rome Treaty is about.

After all, these are Libyans who fell for my incitement.

But isn’t it true? This is something the Libyans themselves need to achieve.

We must not give them a justification to turn it into a colony by calling for help from the Rome Treaty.

“I really hope it turns out that way.”

“If so, then at last, Your Majesty, you will be victorious.”

Louisa suddenly started with a surprise reverence.

My victory? In some sense, she’s not wrong.

I’m practically reaping the benefits without lifting a finger while also gathering the hearts of the Libyans.

It’s akin to my victory, but there’s no need to dress it up as such.

It’s more appropriate to present it as a victory for the Libyans instead.

“This can’t be called my victory. It must be recognized as the Libyans’ victory.”

The Libyans are bringing down the military dictatorship.

Isn’t this the true victory?

Though there will be a fratricidal conflict among the Libyans in urban warfare, it’s clear that this will eventually lead to a Libyan democratization movement.

“Ah, so you’re indeed conceding victory to others.”

I’m not conceding victory.

It’s only natural that the Libyans, vowing to avoid outside help, are shedding blood.

It’s only right that the victory belongs to them. We’re just quietly providing a bit of weaponry support.

“Is it to be viewed as a concession? This is only fair, right? It’s just natural.”

I’m not overtly saying that, “Hey, we didn’t get our hands dirty, yay!”

It’s just convenient for everyone, and the Libyans will inevitably be known as the ones who ended the military dictatorship later on, won’t they?

“Speaking of which, the country in charge of this supply is Spain.”

“Spain? I hope they don’t have any hidden agendas or anything over there.”

Of course, as a member state of the Rome Treaty, they need to support it.

There’s just a difference in who’s supporting it.

“Perhaps from their standpoint, other than being tied to the Rome Treaty after the Great War, they couldn’t forge a separate connection with Your Majesty.”

“Ah, that could be so.”

It’s all a matter of perspective.

Spain is essentially at the edge of the Atlantic.

Of course, that would make Portugal even further out, but it seems they’ve really integrated as a member state.

On the other hand, Spain has had pretty considerable dealings with arms companies while collaborating with Hispano or whatever.

They even supported us with some 20,000 (50,000) during the civil war.

It seems like we haven’t had recent ties.

The Hetzling and Donut Federation, among others, continue to socialize enthusiastically and closely as allies of the Rome Treaty.

Only the Falange Spain seems to stand out in this regard.

I wondered if there was some discontent with me or something. I thought that at least once, but if they’re helping us now, hmm.

“Why could that be?”

“We’ve heard that a wave of Roman enthusiasm is sweeping through Spain recently.”

“A wave of Roman enthusiasm?”

Well, being a member of the Rome Treaty, that’s expected. What’s so surprising about it?

Wait a minute. Between the Falange and such, there’s been a strong sense of independence in Spain.

“Could it be they’re beginning to see themselves as part of Rome?”

Yeah. Well, even if there were the Moors and whatnot in the middle, it has indeed been part of ancient Rome in the past.

So it only makes sense that they might have such thoughts.

Separately, those guys probably don’t want to feel left out now.

They are almost like a remnant nation, but thanks to Free France, their position has been a bit precarious.

“Still, I’m saying I don’t know the reason.”

“Well, I should probably visit Spain at least once.”

I don’t think I’ve ever gone to Spain.

I’ve been to Germany, France, Donut, Britain, and so on.

I haven’t been to Bulgaria directly, but I’ve seen them conduct military training regularly.

“I just don’t want to carry any unnecessary anxiety, you know.”

Anyway, to speak bluntly, isn’t Russia practically the last successor of Rome?

When it comes to the mainland, they only have the level of a claw from the main land of Rome.

Thinking like this, Spain is indeed still maintaining part of Roman territory.

Of course, only the Western part.

A visit later would be in order.

“Your Majesty, it is reported that Gaddafi has been dragged out of the presidential palace.”

Gaddafi has been dragged out of the presidential palace?

Finally, things are wrapping up smoothly.

“Right. The man who was in military dictatorship has been dragged out. Let’s go see it in person.”

* * *

Entering Tripoli directly, the situation seemed more serious than expected.

It must be due to urban warfare; the damage was quite significant.

It seems like Gaddafi’s subordinates are determined to fight back, perhaps knowing they’re bound to meet their end soon.

Well, they did end up getting caught, though.

“Hang Gaddafi!”

“Let’s kill the archvillain of military dictatorship!”

“Kill the archvillain of military dictatorship.” Why does that sound so terrifying?

“Hurry! Let’s get that dictator on the guillotine! Chop off his head quickly!”

Decapitating him on a guillotine seems a bit much.

This is rather too heated. To analyze, the Libyan Free Army is undoubtedly angry because we stirred them up a bit.

Frankly speaking, Gaddafi’s reign hasn’t been that long.

Politicians ripping off the country isn’t something new.

If we’re to dig deeper, they could have enjoyed themselves and developed the country properly.

But really, that’s none of my concern. The money supported by the Rome Treaty isn’t just a handout, is it?

It’s practically coming straight from my own pocket, isn’t it?

For starters, I’ve reduced this bastard to kneeling before me.

“Gaddafi, was it?”

“Your Majesty! There’s no law like this! Why is this happening?”

Seeing him kneeling in front of me is pitiful.

Despite being covered in blood and injuries, I feel a little sorry for him.

But still, why couldn’t he conduct himself properly and avoid such a situation?

Ugh, tsk tsk tsk.

“I could have come directly to Tripoli; why did I have to come from the east?”

Let’s think about it. Why exactly did that happen?

If you think about it, isn’t the answer pretty clear?

“What do you mean?”

“You Libyans can just move straight from the east to the west. I have seen Libyan cities and been astonished.”

At this point, you should be able to understand why I am here.

“What are you talking about?”

If you can’t grasp this, then really, could it be that only the young ones act like this? Sigh.

Well, age isn’t the issue here, but there’s certainly some youthful ardor.

Maybe they don’t realize what they take for granted.

“The Rome Treaty provided such support but, apart from the infrastructure from the colonial era, nothing has developed, and you selfishly enjoyed everything.”

I’m genuinely taken aback. To think they’ve done so little with the money I provided.

For me, it’s a test of patience not to immediately behead this scoundrel.

“Libya’s territory was already in such a state, so developing the nation takes a lot of effort. And most of the taxes are spent on development; shouldn’t I get a little for myself too? This is just a fund for the ignorant kids, after all.”

What kind of theory is that?

“What’s the issue if it’s our money?”

I can relate to the feeling he’s having.

In Korea, when they received tens of trillions in budget support, the results were essentially of a developing country level, and the rest was consumed behind the scenes. That really happens.

This bastard is already doing that.

“Just look at Tripoli! It has modernized!”

Tripoli, huh? Yeah, it seems they’ve developed it somewhat.

Cities have become modernized or something like that.

But so what? Are they asking for applause for that?

“Tripoli was surely developed for your own survival, wasn’t it?”

Decorating your own house is a given.

Would anyone leave the capital in a pigsty?

“Y-Your Majesty, that is…”

His frantic struggle to argue while licking his dry lips is almost comical.

“Moreover, weren’t you the one who rejected our proposal to send an investigation team and resolve things step by step? You were going to lose your power.”

I clearly stated that we should resolve this through dialogue and investigation.

Yet this crazy bastard rejected it. Thus, death is fitting.

I had planned to let him off with a little embezzlement charge to save face.

Had he cooperated, I wouldn’t have felt the need to make a grand public show.

“Y-Your Majesty, what will you do? You’ve been deified for such a long time!”

Huh? What is this punk saying right now?

I must have heard wrong. Is he trying to say something as his last words before he dies?

“How dare you speak such words before me!”

“We must execute this man immediately!”

The French officers were in an uproar.

“Don’t be like that. I’m just as baffled as you are right now.”

Anyone who hears this would genuinely think I’m being a dictator here.

Does he realize that by no intention of mine, I’ve ended up putting on this stage show?

“I? Hahahaha!”

This guy’s throwing out absurd remarks.

Hasn’t he heard the news from across the Mediterranean?

I’m the prime minister of Prime Ministerhood. No, even in an odd atmosphere like this, if early protests happen and my authority is obstructed, that’s just this country.

Even if I wanted to step down, I can’t.

“Isn’t it okay to do that? After all, a strong leader is needed on this Libyan land. It’s not like the people are being drained dry.”

Sure, that’s a fair point.

It’s a harsh truth. Doesn’t he realize his current position?

With the tone of someone who ought to be begging for his life now, why is he trying to hold his ground?

He should be aware that he’s in no position to scrimp and save, yet here he is trying to engage in a power struggle.

“Young and reckless? Or could it be that he’s relying on youthful vigor? I don’t get what he thinks of the presidency.”

This guy—despite appearances—is still a president.

He’s just a commander of the military in a different light.

Look at what he’s wearing; it’s military uniform. Just looking at him makes it all too clear he’s looking to impose a military dictatorship, and now he’s talking back to me?

Whether or not he can go about with this idea of dictatorship doesn’t matter.

To be honest, personally, I think it’s better for capable individuals to control the nation than for incompetent fools to take turns as leaders.

But not this guy.

From the very beginning, his actions show he’s driven by personal greed.

“Ha. Just grant me one chance; I’ll spill everything!”

In a late realization, Gaddafi has bowed before me countless times.

I don’t even feel sorry for him.

We’re not even in a position to punish him to begin with.