Ch.295Tsarina Goes to the Hospital

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“Is this truly a place for revolution? Is it even possible?”

In truth, Trotsky wasn’t unaware of why Anastasia had set him free.

No, he knew it very well.

So well that only a fool wouldn’t understand. Anastasia. That damned Grand Duchess probably hoped he would start a revolution in the Kanto Republic and eliminate at least one unsinkable aircraft carrier that threatened Russia.

There was also the Ezo Republic, but Kanto Republic was the one with real weight.

‘Truly a fox-like woman.’

Though he was clearly being used, Trotsky was, as Anastasia said, a revolutionary.

Her methods might be dirty, but yes. If he could make those nouveau riche bastards in America eat dirt, that wouldn’t be bad.

Even though this place was an American puppet state and still had terrorist bombings by imperialists. That’s why the seeds of revolution could sprout here.

“It may be a hopeless place, but eventually the seeds of revolution will sprout.”

There were still crazy imperialists around, but likewise, communists were growing in number beneath the surface.

Communism is the red flag that rises from ashes, from despair and darkness, especially in times when life is difficult.

And that was indeed the case.

While on one side there were those who couldn’t forget the nostalgia of the past and devoted themselves to terrorism, on the other side citizens were protesting daily.

“Why must we suffer such oppression! We were also exploited by the oppression committed by the Emperor and Imperial Headquarters!”

“We gained nothing from the war except having our homes burned down by you bastards!”

“We are victims too!”

“American troops get out!”

Amid this chaos, Trotsky quickly gathered workers from the Kanto Republic.

The communists who had existed in the Kanto Republic before had been uprooted, so it was essentially no different from Trotsky starting from scratch alone.

Fortunately, the American military was helping Trotsky here.

“Sweep them all away!”

The U.S. Forces Japan Headquarters notified the puppet Kanto Republic government that they would sweep away the communists, then indiscriminately trampled the protesting Japanese workers.

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

“The American imperialists are killing us!”

They even went so far as to run them over directly with tanks.

Naturally, as such oppression continued, more people grew resentful of America.

After all, wasn’t America the one who had defeated their country?

Even Japanese people, who easily submit to the powerful, would harbor resentment.

Trotsky gathered them under the red flag of workers as much as possible.

Disguised as an American who had come to Japan, Trotsky was an oasis in the desert for the Kanto people as he spoke up for the Japanese.

His method of winning public sentiment was simple.

“Look here. The war ended years ago, so why are you still oppressing people with guns and swords?”

“Who are you, sir?”

“I’m James, who came to Japan on business after being in the United States during the American Civil War. You should offer carrots as well as sticks, what use is it to only whip people? From what I see, there are also those committing terrorism. Shouldn’t we focus more on them?”

Whenever the American military oppressed people, he appeared to shield the Kanto people and speak on their behalf.

Naturally, the Kanto people, who needed someone to lean on during difficult times under what was essentially a puppet government, quickly fell for Trotsky’s silver tongue.

“Even though he’s American, he’s dedicating himself to us!”

“Let’s all unite under Comrade James!”

Yes. Just like how he had seduced Black people in America. With his dazzling eloquence, Trotsky made the Kanto people dependent on him.

Among the soldiers who had been discharged after Japan’s defeat were families of citizens killed by American troops.

Trotsky naturally gathered these semi-forcibly disbanded soldiers as well.

Gradually building his power, Trotsky established the Japanese Workers’ Alliance.

However, the problem was that the American military wasn’t stupid.

The more Trotsky’s Japanese Workers’ Alliance grew, the more attention it would receive from the American military headquarters, making it difficult to operate.

“Hmm, this has become troublesome.”

Then, he would need to use armed struggle as a foothold.

Looking at the current situation, Kanto would eventually become a normal country. Though he didn’t know when that would be, he needed to cause something big before then.

And not long after, the U.S. Forces Kanto Headquarters, having resolved the Vietnam issue and now able to pay some attention to Japan, made a decision.

They decided to crush everything, whether it was the Workers’ Alliance or whatever else, to ensure these Kanto people would never rise again.

The American military, filled with those who despised Japanese people, did not hesitate to use biochemical weapons against these Kanto people who had resisted America during the Imperial Japanese era.

The Workers’ Alliance that Trotsky had gathered began to take hits.

Naturally, workers who would end up on the streets if they continued to submit, and discharged soldiers, rebelled against this.

They armed themselves with weapons smuggled from some kind white Balhae person.

“To think we must receive help from communists! How has the Imperial Nation fallen to this state!”

“Wouldn’t it be better to join forces now?”

Trotsky supported right-wing terrorist groups that were terrorizing American troops, and the scope of terrorist activities continued to expand.

Thus, new war clouds were gathering in eastern Japan.

* * *

As soon as I returned to Europe, I visited Hitler’s hospital room.

I wanted to hear directly from his mouth what this madman had done.

I wasn’t particularly angry.

If I had been angry, I would have returned immediately from my tour. Oh, he’s injured. I wouldn’t have ended it like this.

But what happened afterward was the problem.

“They killed a nation’s Prime Minister!”

“The Free Zone people are all communists, kill them all!”

A large-scale massacre by the Danube Army took place.

Naturally, Black people had no power to resist them. The Danube Army swept them all away for bloody revenge.

Of course, these guys had some sense, so they didn’t kill indiscriminately like Japan or Nazi Germany from the original history, but so many died that it could be described as such by exaggeration.

Yes. Well, it is what it is. But from my position, I can’t really criticize them since we’re both part of the Rome Treaty Organization.

Anyway, the Prime Minister almost died.

Hitler was the Prime Minister of Danube, the second-in-command among the victorious nations right after us.

We gave them independence as they wanted, but they engaged in piracy and caused trouble, so we dispatched treaty forces to restore order.

And the Prime Minister of a nation personally went to South Africa to appeal for peace.

Then he was targeted by a bomb attack, and now Hitler is the father of the Danube nation and, at least in Danube, a figure like me.

This couldn’t be ignored.

This picture would inevitably lead to bloody retaliation.

“How many died?”

“Probably hundreds of thousands? I heard they gave up on keeping statistics midway.”

I clicked my tongue at Maria’s answer. That’s terrible.

You shouldn’t kill people like that. This is no different from killing Jews.

Then, there’s only one thing for me to do.

“What kind of state is this?”

Really, to see Hitler wrapped in bandages like this.

I suppose it’s better than putting a bullet hole in his head like in the original history.

“At least I didn’t die, so it’s fine.”

Hitler answered with a tired voice.

“I could have just gone myself.”

This Hitler is different from the original history, but he’s still just a human.

He’s not an invincible tanghulu like me.

If he had said, “Please go, Tsar,” I would have gone with a feeling of having no choice, but that’s a shame.

“History’s judgment will be cold. This was just for show. Whatever happens, it cannot hide the guilt of the massacre that will follow.”

“Hmm.”

“This Adolf Hitler has also reunited a fragmented country and brought it to its current state. A few blemishes are acceptable. But the Tsar is already the face of the Rome Treaty. It’s dangerous for Your Majesty to step forward any further.”

In other words, you’re just a figurehead, so I sacrificed myself. That’s it.

Yes. From any perspective, I am the face of the Rome Treaty.

Even now, they’re shouting “Anachang daisuki!” in Western Japan.

It wouldn’t be right for such a woman to help Black people gain independence and then beat them down again.

I should see it as Hitler creating justification on his own.

“You did this for the Rome Treaty?”

“Yes.”

Hitler answered lightly with a bitter smile.

I heard it wasn’t life-threatening, but he seems quite injured. Seeing the bandages wrapped around his face.

“I heard it wasn’t life-threatening.”

Isn’t he just a living cripple now? Hmm, he won’t actually die from this, right?

You know those scenes in dramas. Someone is already dying but says, “I’m not dying!” and then dies.

That kind of scene that unnecessarily stirs emotions.

There are unnecessarily many red parts that look like blood on the bandages.

“This much is necessary to be convincing. The bomb actually exploded some distance away, so I only have minor burns.”

After pretending to be in pain until just now, Hitler confidently unwrapped his bandages.

There were almost no actual wounds. I thought so. I feel foolish for coming here worried about him.

Even if he had been injured, for someone who originally committed suicide with a pistol, this level is quite an improvement.

But seeing how he staged this, it seems he’s planning to hand things over to Göring.

“Still, using this incident as an excuse, it might be good to gradually hand things over to Göring and enjoy a quiet retirement.”

I see. He had prepared in advance.

I’m surprised at how different he is from the original Hitler.

Looking at things like this, it seems environment really does change people.

The great German Empire he prided himself on collapsed through the Red Revolution. Hitler himself saw through the Civil War how pathetic and vermin-like the communists were.

For such a Hitler, meeting me was enough to change his values.

“Well, if that’s what you want, I won’t stop you.”

“The Black people in the Free Zone are pitiful, but don’t we need to clearly establish who’s in charge to somewhat resolve Africa’s problems? If we leave the Free Zone as is, African Black people might run wild, claiming they’ll do as they please.”

Hitler’s expression hardened coldly.

Yes. I thought about it before too. That African decolonization would have to shed blood once.

Even Ethiopia can’t be called a great power yet, so it would be difficult to control all of Africa alone.

The Rome Treaty needs to lay the groundwork as much as possible.

“That’s true.”

Although we say it’s not a colony, we can’t appear weak in the decolonization process.

Right now, the South African Free Zone became like this because such Black people gathered there.

It might be better to make an example by taking out one that won’t quietly become independent.

“Although they were colonially ruled, if it’s to establish order, shouldn’t some blood be shed?”

Yes. That’s true.

Honestly, are there any proper African Black nations in the future? Even Congo, which Belgium ruled while collecting hands, originally had its own cannibalistic culture, to the extent that this culture was passed on to the whites governing the locals.

Setting culture aside, Africa doesn’t have a single decent leader. They’re all dictators.

Among them, Rwanda’s President Paul Kagame took Park Chung-hee as his role model and dragged Rwanda up by its collar, but he’s still a dictator.

Then we should shed some blood first to make them follow the Rome Treaty’s decolonization.

In fact, African decolonization work is very difficult.

Besides handing over infrastructure to the Black people who have been oppressed until now, we needed to nurture intellectuals who could establish a government.

The plan was to increase intellectuals centered around the Black elites who served the colonial motherland and establish a government that way, but if Black people act like this, they need to be controlled.

Make an example of them and implant a white government system to intimidated Black people.

Of course, if things still explode later, then we’ll have to consider it a racial characteristic, but Hitler has put my mind at ease.

I’m thinking of giving Hitler various gifts for this.

“When you retire, let me know. Whether it’s Moscow, Sevastopol, or Constantinople, I’ll build you a villa wherever you want.”

“Hahaha! I look forward to that.”

This is the truth without a single lie.

A villa, and one that will be handled by the Romanov Construction Company, which Hitler has highly praised! This will be properly advertised.

Until now, only I have appeared as an advertising model, but others should appear too, right?

And I have a separate gift for Hitler.

Since I’m also a cause of this incident, I should buy a gift for the Emperor.

I thought it would be right to give Hitler at least something.

“I bought this on the way. You need to eat something when you’re sick, don’t you?”

“What is it?”

“It’s a new mint chocolate. The name is derived from you, ‘The Mustache Loves Mint Choco.’ Ah, since we couldn’t use your name directly, we went with ‘mustache.'”

“Why such a terrible thing.”

“You seem pleased. We’ve already opened our stores in every corner of the Danube Federation, so you’ll be able to enjoy it wherever you go from now on.”

This way, we make money and Hitler can eat happily.

Especially since Hitler traveled everywhere to unify the country, his later years won’t be any different.

“I. Thank. You.”

Hitler was gritting his teeth with tears in his eyes—is he that happy?

“Still, we have various flavors, so try others too. Although mint choco is the main one, we’re developing other flavors.”

No matter how much mint choco is the main flavor, we can’t ignore diversity.

Although this mint choco is delicious, we can’t grow if we only push one flavor.

“That’s fortunate.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Really, being so silly at his age—this is all for my future life as a wealthy unemployed person.

“Well, try it. You should let the Danube people know that you’ve recovered enough to eat ice cream now.”

Hitler ate the mint chocolate deliciously while shedding tears.

Indeed, Hitler is fundamentally different from Mr. Dunkirk.