LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 392
Of course, in Europe, there are times when the vassals are stronger and humiliate the emperor, but anyway.
“Are you suggesting we place the king above?”
“There’s no law against it. After all, both His Majesty the King and we have all survived thanks to Russia, haven’t we?”
It’s as simple as placing the Roman Emperor over the King of Spain, who rules merely the Iberian Peninsula.
In doing so, there’s no real reason for the Tsar to refuse. However, it’s not like we can just hand over the Spanish crown right away.
Moreover, personally speaking, can the Tsar of Russia even remember all the titles he has hanging around?
It’s simply establishing a vassal who is the King of Spain under the Roman Emperor.
In fact, Spain, having conceived this system, might even be treated favorably under the treaty.
“You’re saying we give the throne while placing an emperor above the king?”
“That’s not a bad idea.”
“What do you think, Your Majesty?”
Alfonso XIII.
At any rate, since he is the king, permission is needed.
Of course, knowing that he is also a part of the Rome Treaty, he’s unlikely to refuse.
“Will anything actually change? I can’t afford to be hostile with my stubbornness. After all, it’s the Roman Emperor.”
There’s no need to engage in a power struggle against the Roman Emperor.
Since Alfonso himself handles matters within the Rome Treaty, he was just content with being restored to his position.
“Well, I can agree to that extent. Then, let’s invite him.”
“Your decision will make Spain shine even brighter.”
It was a great opportunity to try out.
Surely, I could manage to persuade him somehow.
It doesn’t seem like he hates the throne, just pretending not to. So why not elevate him to a greater status?
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By the time I wrapped up things in Egypt, Nasser had slyly said he would give me a crown, which I ignored and just ate Egyptian food.
“Eh, that aish was terrible.”
Aish, that flour bread known as “rag bread.”
Well, it wouldn’t be surprising if it tasted bland coming from a delicious European bread.
It’s claimed to be a national dish, but it was just so-so.
Sure, it’s typical to wrap something in flour bread, but anyway. I tried various other foods.
Nasser was trying to flatter me somehow.
What I enjoyed was the koshari, similar to bibimbap, and this pigeon dish called hamam or something.
The drawback was that the koshari felt like it was mixed with tomato sauce instead of gochujang, and while the hamam was tasty, eating pigeon felt a bit strange since I had only eaten chicken in my past life.
Of course, compared to chicken… well, personally, I think it’s quite similar, but maybe the pigeon was tastier.
“But you enjoyed that chicken, didn’t you?”
“It was indeed delicious.”
There’s no such thing as bad meat in this world.
Can you believe I’ve actually been to Egypt, a place I never visited in my past life? It’s amazing.
Even Nasser, being the counterpart, was eager to cater to me.
Security was tight too. I wondered what the point was in bringing guard troops along.
“Now, we need to head to Spain.”
Ah, honestly, I want to go back to Moscow.
I said it was for fun, but isn’t it just going back to work?
“I’ve already contacted Spain.”
“You’ve contacted Spain?”
“Yes. Shouldn’t we prepare ahead of time?”
Right. Preparation is very important, but it’s plain to see the competitive relationship between Spain and France.
“Oddly enough, France seems to have a rivalry with Spain.”
It certainly looks that way.
I’ve noticed for a while now that they often mention Spain.
It’s almost as if they’re mocking and competing at the same time.
Has it turned into a Japan-Korea relationship? Although, unlike that, Spain didn’t turn France into a colony.
“Oh, that can’t be helped. Spain is a victor of the Second World War, whereas our France is… well, a bit of a mess. Our territories were taken by Spain and this whole direct governance thing.”
In the end, the humiliation inflicted by Spain turned into rivalry.
That’s how it appears, right? It seems Spain isn’t fond of France either.
Especially since my rise to the position of Queen of France seems to have intensified this sentiment.
“Is that why they feel rivalry towards Spain?”
For France, it’s an unparalleled humiliation.
It’s only natural for neighboring countries to resent one another if they’re thriving or have past grievances.
“Yes. That seems to be the case.”
That’s probably true. So when I became the Queen of France, it must have felt like a victory for France.
Now that I’m the queen, it’s as if the Roman Emperor owns the land of France, so Spain must not want to lose easily.
However, France hasn’t had a Restoration of the Monarchy yet.
They set up a Dual Monarchy through Vladimir’s offspring with Britain.
Spain has a king, but there hasn’t been much communication in that respect.
Well, it seems they might want to give me something since they wouldn’t want to fall behind France.
But then again, they can’t offer me a throne since they already have their king. That’s impossible.
As for the Dual Monarchy, if they can’t offer the throne, then what else is there?
But then, Maria was holding something in her hand.
“What’s that?”
“This is a letter from His Majesty the King of Spain that just arrived.”
“Let me see it.”
At my request, Maria delicately opened the letter and read it out loud.
“Apparently, the King of Spain is personally inviting us.”
The King of Spain is personally inviting us? I was going to go anyway, but seeing such confidence, it seems they have something to offer me.
“Has there been any communication with the French side?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I believe they have already been informed.”
Alright. It would be annoying if the French side started worrying for no reason after my visit.
“Now it’s time to go and meet him.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Stopping by Spain then also allows me to visit Portugal, which isn’t a bad idea.
Who’s even holding power in Portugal right now?
Wasn’t it some guy involved in a movement? That guy who was promoting a policy of dumbifying the citizens.
“But isn’t this just wandering around for work?”
It looks to me like this is just work, right?
Well, I guess you could call it travel if you wanted to, but it feels like a sweet potato wrapped in pretty packaging.
“Your Majesty. This is not work. It’s a trip. The ignorant people in various travel destinations just want to treat you as their king, so they offered that royal title, and it’s merely a matter of enjoying a trip to the Libyan desert while catching some bandits. Wasn’t the plan just to see the pyramids in Egypt while discussing their restoration?”
“Uh, is it really like that?”
No, I’m not stupid, and I know exactly what that means.
Heh, still, Maria treats me like a