Ch.330Sweets Are Sweeter When Shared

# Even the Greeks Have Taken Baghdad, But We Still Have the King

“Even though Baghdad has fallen to those Greeks, we still have the king in our hands.

The Greek forces may be running wild, but they’re ultimately members of the Roman Treaty Organization. They can’t do much about us having their king.”

“Indeed. As you can see, we haven’t invaded—we’ve come to protect Iraq from the damage caused by Greece’s rampage.”

This essentially means that Iraq will now be within our sphere of influence.

Since they know they can’t stop Greece anyway, they can’t refuse our requests.

If they’re staffed with pro-Roman officials and receive military training and technology from Roman advisors, then even the Middle East could be called Hellenistic.

I feel sorry for Greece, but what can I do?

They should be grateful we’re not holding Greece accountable for this incident.

“Of course. How could I not understand? I have a request for you, the One True God.”

A request? What’s with that unpleasant, smarmy face?

“Go ahead.”

Still, we understand each other. Faisal probably wants to ask me to take revenge on Greece.

But that’s one thing, and this is another.

“Could I get your autograph, and perhaps shake your hand as well?”

Autograph and a handshake? An autograph is easy, but shaking hands is a bit…

“That’s hardly a difficult request.”

“Ah, thank you so much! I, Faisal, have received the blessing of the One True God!”

Faisal smiled with an enraptured expression.

Ugh, I really feel like I’ve lost my innocence somehow. Is this what having a fan is like?

Even the royal guards and other royals are turning their heads away in embarrassment.

“Well then, now we need to resolve the current situation.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

I need to figure out how to persuade Greece, though they’re already ignoring our warnings.

From my perspective, this is quite disappointing.

“Though Greece has gone on a rampage, they’re one of the founding members of the Roman Treaty Organization, so we can’t simply punish them.”

This gives us some leverage to discipline Greece, but deliberately punishing Greece for Iraq and Iran’s sake would look different.

“Your Imperial Majesty, how can you just stand by while those who invaded our Iraq go unpunished? Our king even called you the One True God.”

A woman whose location I couldn’t determine was angry with me.

She must feel wronged. They were invaded, and Russia, claiming to be their savior, now says it can’t deal with Greece.

But I can offer something new instead.

“Then the foundation of the Roman Treaty Organization would crumble. Instead, I’ll help restore your power and assist in modernizing Iraq. I’ll also include you in the Hellenistic Federation, which is a partner force to the Roman Treaty Organization.”

“The Hellenistic Federation?”

The Hellenistic Federation. It’s not bad for you either.

If we already have a pro-Roman king, we should push forward.

The Hellenistic Federation will become our brother. If you accept this proposal, Iraq will prosper with massive support from the West.

There was simply friction over oil issues. If you don’t abuse your oil power, we can get along without any conflicts.

“On my way here, many people besides the king called me the One True God. This makes it clear that post-war relations between Iraq and the Roman Treaty cannot be separated. And it wouldn’t be bad for Iraq either.”

It’s not bad for Iraq.

It’s good for everyone. If the king cooperates, the Iraqi people will cooperate with us too.

We’ll station troops throughout Iraq under the pretext of maintaining order and distribute supplies.

Meanwhile, we’ll also prove that I am the One True God to those who commit terrorism.

“I understand.”

“Your Majesty. Isn’t such a decision too sudden? Perhaps we should observe the situation a bit longer before making a decision.”

This time, someone who appeared to be a high-ranking official questioned me.

Hmm. We were almost there, but if this continues, what can I do?

Just as I was feeling slightly disappointed, Faisal suddenly became angry.

“All along the way here, countless Iraqis have praised His Imperial Majesty as the One True God. What would happen if we defied him now?”

That’s right. You shouldn’t defy me. If you do, I don’t know how I’ll behave.

Of course, I wouldn’t destroy Iraq, but I suspect our Faisal might have to step down from his throne.

I could send a supervisor to lead the Hellenistic Federation and become the Emperor of the Middle East myself. Wouldn’t that be nice?

“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to accept it. I’m not forcing you.”

Then things would work themselves out.

I could use the Okhrana to brand Faisal as a traitor to the One True God. Unfortunately, our Faisal doesn’t seem to have the guts for that.

“Defying the One True God! That’s absurd. We accept!”

Hey, is this guy really okay with this?

This is essentially like King Gojong personally signing the Eulsa Treaty. But I suppose if the hero you worship turns out to be actually immortal, it makes sense to follow them.

After all, it’s the One True God’s command.

I’m not saying I’ll take away his throne, and I’ve said it’s fine for him to continue leading the Kingdom of Iraq as he has been.

“Are you really sure about this?”

“Yes. Iraq has already been devastated by Qasim and the Greek forces. If the One True God leads us in a new direction, we will simply follow.”

Ah, this guy is making me uncomfortable.

Is this guy really the King of Iraq? Why is he sucking up to me so much?

It’s good for me, but this is more shocking than I expected.

Even King Gojong did some things that made Japan uncomfortable. But Faisal accepted everything without any resistance.

“Then let’s head to Baghdad together.”

“What will happen to the Greek forces?”

They’ve already taken Baghdad.

The Greek forces will probably advance further. They’ll make a fuss claiming they’ve essentially conquered Iraq, regardless of concerns.

In that case, there’s nothing I can do.

“They’ll probably move on to Iran.”

“And after Iran, will it be Afghanistan?”

If we don’t openly stop the Greek forces now, they’ll probably go all the way to Afghanistan.

I already sent Zhukov earlier to give them a moderate warning.

“That’s likely. Ah.”

It might be interesting to let the Greek forces get stuck in Afghanistan.

Right now, the Greek forces are essentially moving independently within the Roman Treaty forces, and we’ve drawn a line.

This could be quite interesting. Greek forces invading Afghanistan. But coincidentally, they get completely defeated by the Afghan army.

Then we can appropriately reward Afghanistan for stopping the rampaging Greek forces and bring them into a corner of the Hellenistic Federation.

Ultimately, the limit for the Greek forces will be Afghanistan.

“The Roman Treaty forces will work on restoring public sentiment in Iraq for a while. As a great power, we should rightfully help with what the Greek forces have destroyed.”

It’s perfect if we directly take care of what the Greek forces have ruined.

We’ll rebuild the cities in our Roman style.

We’ll make them even more magnificent than before, so Iraq should be grateful.

“Yes, we will do so, Your Majesty.”

“Truly, you are the One True God, Your Majesty! Allah!”

Allah my ass. Please leave me out of this.

Seriously, the world seems to be going crazy right now.

“Hey, I told you I’m not Allah. Anyway, let’s go to Baghdad.”

We need to go to Baghdad anyway.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

What greeted us upon entering Baghdad was the miserable sight of the city.

They had preserved the old-style buildings to some extent.

They left things with monetary or artistic value intact, but the Greek forces had run rampant.

The good news was that Qasim’s army had collapsed.

The Greek forces had completely defeated Qasim’s army, and somehow Faisal, who supported me, regained power based on his royal guards.

“We’ll help rebuild Baghdad.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

There’s nothing to be grateful for. We’ll do it our way. Make it like ours. I’ll slowly dye Islam with my color.

In that process, Faisal can just be my proxy.

“Ah, this is a limited edition doll of Your Majesty that I purchased in West Japan!”

Faisal brought out a doll that looked remarkably similar to me by this era’s standards.

He claims he brought it from West Japan?

Damn this bastard. He should have just died at Qasim’s hands.

# East Japan Kanto Republic

Today, the East Japan Kanto Republic was heating up due to Chef LeMay.

More precisely, East Japan was becoming hell as MacArthur’s outlet for his frustration.

While the Kanto Republic’s governance territory was all of East Japan, unfortunately, LeMay had burned so much that effectively only the Kanto region was under the Kanto Republic’s control.

Nevertheless, the communists remained.

“Sigh, these Reds are really annoying.”

“This time we’ve completely cleared out Niigata Prefecture.”

This time, they turned Niigata Prefecture into a fiery hell.

It truly melted away beautifully.

“I heard we’ve made new nuclear bombs? Aren’t we using those? If we’re going to experiment, we should use those.”

LeMay at the Tokyo Joint Command Headquarters sighed deeply.

Patton was excited, driving around East Japan in a tank, but LeMay was sick of East Japan.

Of course he was. To be stuck in East Japan like this, which was now nothing like the crazy imperialist nation that had once struck America first, but essentially just full of terrorists.

“What can we do?”

“Haven’t we found the Communist Party’s roots yet?”

We need to root out these communist cockroaches.

“No. But we’ve captured a Communist Party executive named Sano Manabu.”

Sano Manabu. I don’t know who he is, but the term “executive” suggests there are others.

Well, there’s no need to handle it at his level.

To be honest, capturing such people doesn’t make all the cockroaches disappear.

“Handle it appropriately. I’m sick of this place too. To think I’m stuck here dealing with cockroaches rather than—”

“West Japan would be difficult, wouldn’t it?”

“Ugh. What’s the deal with this Renya Mutaguchi? To be fair, he’s only fought one battle.”

Logically, isn’t he being praised too much for just one lucky victory?

He even crushed 2 million Chinese troops, who were from a country considered a great power, albeit somewhat behind the times.

“He’s also someone the Tsar considers a hero. If we mess with West Japan, there’s a risk of escalation, and the Roman Treaty forces might get involved.”

“Damn it.”

“Well, all the forests have been burned down, leaving mostly barren mountains for a long time now. There’s not much left.”

All the forests have been burned down.

There’s really not much left now. Once we eliminate those hiding in the corners of East Japan, we can end this tiresome task.

“Think of how much manpower we’re wasting here. We could have given up Japan and gone to South America, and Argentina wouldn’t have eaten Brazil.”

If that’s the case, we really should just wipe out all of East Japan.

# East Japan Soviet Republic

The East Japan Soviet Republic was a new government established by Tokuda Kyuichi and Frank (Trotsky) leading the Communist Party.

Of course, their actual territory now consisted only of Aomori Prefecture, but nevertheless, they had much to do as a communist government.

“Comrade Secretary-General, it seems we must prepare for the final battle. We have nowhere else to go now.”

Upon hearing Tokuda Kyuichi’s report, Trotsky clenched his fist.

Does this mean the revolution has failed here too?

Come to think of it, it was obvious. He jumped into this fiery pit knowing full well it was a picture drawn by that princess.

From the beginning, the princess knew that Trotsky would be a dead man if he didn’t lead the revolution.

She exploited that perfectly. Thinking about it makes it even more frustrating.

‘I’d like to give that damned princess a taste of her own medicine. Hmm?’

Suddenly, an incredible thought crossed Trotsky’s mind.

He jumped up from his seat.

“These American imperialists clearly have no intention of letting us live.”

That’s only natural.

After all, the whole world is united against communism. East Japan doing this alone is essentially self-justification and delusion.

But sometimes, delusions must be dreamed into reality.

“What are you thinking?”

“What about requesting support from West Japan?”

Yes, a request for support from West Japan.

Isn’t West Japan the country where Renya Mutaguchi is?

The country with Japan’s finest army, which defeated 2 million troops in the field and pushed back the American forces that are turning East Japan into hell all the way to Nagoya.

But the Communist Party wasn’t very keen on the idea.

To be honest, whose fault is it that Japan is divided now?

Of course, at that time it was the Empire of Japan, and the Communist Party couldn’t exist then, but anyway, the current division of Japan was the fault of that Renya Mutaguchi.

“Request support from West Japan? Renya Mutaguchi is a traitor to the Yamato workers. To him—”

Yes, that’s right. At first glance, it seems absurd.

“But he’s called a hero. If someone creates their own justification as a hero, they’ll have no choice but to help us.”

The Japanese Communist Party’s evaluation of Renya Mutaguchi was polarized.

A hero who saved Japan from imperialism.

A national traitor who sold his soul to the Roman Treaty and took half of the divine land.

This was quite different from West Japan, where he was solely revered as a hero.

“Indeed, as someone revered as a hero, he would have no justification to refuse if East Japan is suffering.”

“That’s right. This is no longer just our problem.”

Logically, if Renya Mutaguchi calls himself a hero, if he’s not just after power, he should naturally help East Japan.

And if West Japan gets involved, the Asian Union will also be involved, and eventually, the Roman Treaty Organization will be drawn back to Japan.

In other words, we can hit the back of that damned princess’s head hard.

‘Behind Renya Mutaguchi is the Roman Treaty. Don’t think you can enjoy the benefits alone, Princess.’

Trotsky grinned.

Even if you have to eat dirt, it tastes better when you share it, doesn’t it?