I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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The future is what matters.

Should I escape this place?

After all, in a few days, Alexander Kolchak’s White Army will briefly retake Yekaterinburg.

Then, Trotsky will deal with the Red Army as they fight back again.

“Hmm.”

It’s easy enough to reach the nearby White Army territory to the east.

If it’s close… then it’s money, I suppose.

Certainly, I will need to head a bit south to where the Don Cossacks are.

Think, think!

I feel like some knowledge might spring to mind.

As I rummaged through the books in the library to pass the time, memories of world history, specifically Russian history, came flooding back.

Yes.

The leader of the Don Republic is Pyotr Nikolaevich Krasnov.

Eventually, they too will be conquered by the Red Army, so it’s dangerous.

Then, where should I head next?

I need to move towards the White Army while avoiding the Reds as much as possible.

I have to somehow board a train to Vladivostok via Siberia, but given my current state, it’s clear I’ll be in the spotlight for a while.

And then, a strange event occurred.

“In the name of Comrade Lenin, we shall cut the last vein of the cursed Romanovs!”

Ah, Bolsheviks.

How many assassination attempts am I going to receive that I never even signed up for?

Those damn hypocritical Reds spreading rumors here and there have made me a laughingstock.

No matter how wrong Nikolai II was, blaming me for his sins is just too much, right?

At this point, it all becomes clear.

A gun is pointed at me from close range.

The hypocritical Reds are trying to intervene, but of course, they’ve got no chance against a gun.

No, the dude with the gun is a Red too, so it’s basically the same.

[Bang!]

Honestly, at this point, dying might not be such a bad option.

Because I’m in some sort of game. I’m playing a hard mode game where the character Anastasia can’t die once.

So if I die, I’d just revert to the way I was before.

That’s what I thought, but…

Even when hit by a bullet, I didn’t die.

It’s not like I survived as a zombie; it’s just that the bullets simply don’t hurt me.

Like a Shield of God, the bullets touch my head and just drop down.

“Oh! The princess is fine!”

“She is the Saint of All Russia, blessed by the Lord!”

“Princess! Please, touch my sick child!”

Just moments ago, they were looking at me like the real princess. What does it matter? I’m the daughter of the glorious Tsar. How pitiful.

Various reactions from the humans who had just been underwhelming were suddenly flipping.

No matter how absurd this situation is, they say Anastasia is hopeless at this point.

If that’s the case, why not just possess another character instead?

After I took care of the silent assailant, I thought I could just pass through quietly, but people keep reaching out their hands.

Is this really the White Army territory? Well, I’m not so sure.

I’m actually agnostic.

Whether it’s the Lord’s love or whatever, truthfully, I don’t know anything.

So, from now on, I’ll just do as I please.

“Princess, please take my hand just once!”

“Princess! Princess!”

I grabbed the hands of the desperate elderly and also held hands with sick children.

This is merely a show. It’s all for image improvement.

But something miraculous happened.

The eyes of the elderly, who looked like they were starving to death, sparkled with life.

I don’t know what illness had put a boy in a stupor, but he suddenly jumped up after being hugged by an old woman.

Those who were hungry no longer felt hunger.

“Are you full even without food?”

“I feel so strong!”

“Oh, princess! My child has come back to life! Princess!”

“You are the true saint!”

What kind of nonsense is this? Are these people crazy?

Is this some kind of Wonhyo’s Skull Water or something?

The name Anastasia started to be remembered as that of a saint.

Yeah. If they want to call me Anastasia even after I’m feeling this way, then so be it.

I stepped up onto a makeshift podium made of some wooden boxes.

And then…

In front of all the little lambs, I spoke softly, with a voice like a nightingale.

“O citizens of the Empire, Lord’s little lambs.”

Cautiously, I used a voice that seemed pity-inducing and sympathizing as I addressed the poor souls who once were subjects of the Empire, but who now didn’t know where they were heading, uncertain of when they might be swept away by the Red pestilence.

“The Red pestilence that denies God is about to invade here. They will lure the citizens with sweet whispers of liberation for the workers, but you must never fall for their dark traps.”

Just shooting in the dark. I know nothing, but somehow, I spoke clearly as if it was divinely ordained.

I spewed out the words that seemed to come directly from my brain.

“You may ridicule and revile me, my father, the executed Tsar, and my siblings, and the royal family. But those Bolsheviks seek to enslave workers to their own regime. This isn’t liberation or granting workers rights. They only want obedient slaves to serve them.”

The Bolsheviks are unequivocally evil.

They will demand more obedience than during the imperial days.

The Russians will likely live submissively, not even realizing it.

“They will shove authoritarianism masked with utopian ideals at you, claiming unity among workers. Anyone dissenting from the party, even slightly, will be met with harsh repression.”

You will be thoroughly trampled and utilized by the Bolsheviks!

That’s all Anastasia has to say.

“Do not be swayed by their words. We must fight! For as long as we fight against the Red pestilence, please follow me. I promise you liberation for the serfs! In the name of land reform and workers’ rights, I assure you as a Romanov, no, not to believe in the Romanovs, but to believe in me as Anastasia. I guarantee it in the name of the Saint of All Russia! For the future of the Russians, we shall move forward!”

If I fail here, I could just act disappointed and leave.

Then naturally look for a way out to the White Army region and eventually to the United States, and while I might not be able to directly help Korea’s independence, I could drop the topic somewhere down the line.

To be honest…

Can I expect an easy belief from the people that the youngest daughter of the Romanovs is fighting for her life?

I don’t think so.

After all, how much have the Russian people suffered under the Tsars to trust a girl named Anastasia?

“I will follow the princess!”

“I will believe in the Romanovs once more!”

“Long live the Princess Anastasia, the Saint of All Russia!”

Hah.

I can be certain of this.

Right now, the Russians here, these humans wanting to become the Lord’s lambs, would probably follow me even if I smashed their heads myself.

Yes. Maybe this is the golden opportunity.

Before the Red pestilence spreads completely, there might still be some who cling to the nostalgia of the imperial days.

While I pondered how to deal with this,

A thought suddenly crossed my mind.

Are there no Bolsheviks managing the city right now?

The Cheka agents swabbing my brain may have dragged me out for a reason.

They said early in the Civil War that the administration was not very strong, and I suppose that holds true.

Or maybe they pulled back because of the White Army?

In any case…

If it comes to this, it means I have become a symbolic figure for the White Army during the Civil War.

But regardless of the pledges I make, the war will ultimately be led by the White Army commanders.

Pyotr Wrangel, Alexander Kolchak, Anton Denikin, Roman von Ungern-Sternberg, and Grigory Semenov.

Before long, Kolchak’s White Army will retake Yekaterinburg.

I have no grasp on what day of the month it is whatsoever.

And I have no idea how far Kolchak’s army has made it by now.

Surely the Bolsheviks won’t sit idly by either.

Those idiots executed the Nicholas family out of fear that the royal family would become a unifying force.

So, they must be in a frenzy to try and kill whatever Tsar’s daughter is left!

Having come this far, they must be desperate to eradicate the rest.

As evidence, those trying to kill me again have already shown up.

They will likely try anything to squeeze the life out of me.

Should I test the waters?

With these broken-minded people, I might be able to filter out the Reds.

“Saint! There are still many Bolsheviks here!”

An old man shouted.

“Bolsheviks?”

“There are still those who wish to find and kill you!”

What on earth is going on with history?

Wasn’t I supposed to be escaping at this point? Isn’t that how Kolchak’s White Army could have a momentary retake?

Ah, I see now.

In the end, it’s all about perspective.

The Bolsheviks hurriedly executed the Nicholas family for fear they might become the center of the White Army.

If they’ve already done that, it wouldn’t be far-fetched for one remaining member to be a thorn in their side.

Even though I’m a woman, we had an Empress in Catherine, the Tsarina.

They’re certainly going to try and hunt me down.

So, even if Yekaterinburg falls to the White Army, I’m sure they’ll attempt to kill the princess at all costs.

There will likely be those among them who had planned to offer the princess up if they were to find her.

However.

These people must have witnessed the miracle happening right in front of their eyes.

So, they must believe that going against me would mean going against God itself. They have no choice but to follow me.

Having already chosen to submit, regardless of how much they curse their fates, they are still Russians who endured the Tsarist rule.

So ultimately, they have no choice but to go this route.

During the Civil War, the White Army was close to a warlord faction, yet there were also those who attacked like the Red Army and the Black Army.

They could very well be here.

Regardless, with these broken minds here, I must establish a base of operations.

So that once the situation improves, I can throw together a meat shield and make a run for Vladivostok.

Of course, I don’t think I can run as fast as Joseon’s ancestors who mastered speed and control over time.

Until then, I’ve got to at least pretend to fight.

Yes, not just the Bolsheviks are good at inciting.

Again, I say if it doesn’t go my way?

I can just run now.

“O blessed citizens of All Russia! If you are to give me another chance, we must expel the Red pestilence from here! For Yekaterinburg to become the new center of Russia, we need to squeeze out that corruption, so citizens, take up arms!”

And just like that, the citizens of Russia became volunteers.

Whether it was true loyalty to the Romanovs or they became fanatics seeing a miracle, or even just fearing God, they began to follow me.

The Bolsheviks in Yekaterinburg were captured.

Looking at the faces of the Reds kneeling in front of me, I felt a rush of exhilaration.

Faces filled with enmity.

Now, I guess I might as well utilize this body a little more before the effect wears off.

“It seems you want to kill me.”

“Ah, truly the royal family has played with Rasputin! How they confuse the people!”

“Is that something you should say? You incited the people with sweet-sounding words to seize power!”

How dare you talk back like that.

You roaches!

“Do you even know who you’re dealing with?”

I snatched the gun the Bolshevik was holding and aimed it at my own temple.

[Bang!]