I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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**Finland**

Around this time, Finland was quite internally chaotic while resolving the civil war with the support of the British Army.

Moreover, externally, the Russian Civil War was in full swing.

However, when the proposal sent by the Tsarina Anastasia, who had completely seized the upper hand by capturing Moscow, arrived, chaos erupted again in Finland.

President Carlo Juho Ståhlberg of Finland and Karl Gustav Emil Mannerheim, a former officer of the Russian Empire and current general of the Finnish Army, were in a bind.

The proposal stated that if the Emperor of the Russian Empire were to also take on the title of King of Finland, they would recognize Finland’s independence.

Though it was termed “independence,” it looked similar to the times when Finland was a part of the Russian Empire.

The reason they couldn’t flat-out refuse was that the Tsarina leading the White Army had gained a significant advantage in the civil war, and Finland was indeed terrified of communism due to the pressures of the civil war and the Red Army.

“A proposal from White Russia. Hm.”

“What should we do?”

“Isn’t this like being a British colony? Like Canada, for example.”

“In the end, wouldn’t we be treated as a protectorate before our independence?”

“If the current Tsarina takes the Finnish monarchy as well, it wouldn’t be a bad deal to have our independence recognized.”

The cabinet was quite noisy.

But Mannerheim, who was quietly observing the situation, had a different thought.

He was a moderate realist.

Having become disillusioned with Kerensky’s Russian Republic, he returned to Finland and secured a place, but his loyalty to the Russian Emperor remained intact.

Unlike actual history, as the White Army gained the upper hand, Ståhlberg kept Mannerheim as army chief, and Mannerheim accepted the proposal, effectively leading Finland as a political partner.

Naturally, Mannerheim liked this proposal.

As a realist and a Swedish-speaking Finn, it seemed like a decent proposal.

“Hm. I think it’s acceptable.”

“Are you saying we should make Finland a protectorate again?”

“If the enemy were winning, I might have doubts, but seeing as the enemy’s leadership has mostly been captured in Moscow, and only Petrograd remains, it means the White Army has won. I believe it’s better for us to side with the White Army and accept this proposal.”

“But we would be made a protectorate of Russia?”

“The great powers have also recognized our independence, and Tsarina Anastasia has personally guaranteed it. Isn’t it better to take a little from the deal?”

Considering Finland’s status, whether the proposal from Anastasia was true or false, there was actually no choice at the outset.

At least they were saying they would ensure their independence. They had no choice but to trust that. Furthermore, if it were true, it would actually not be bad for Finland.

If they played their cards right, it meant their independence would be secured and maintained.

“If this is true, it wouldn’t be bad. Only if it’s true, of course.”

“Then, what did that esteemed Tsarina ask of us?”

“We were just told to allow Nikolai Yudenich’s Northwestern Army to comfortably attack Petrograd from behind.”

“Well, that seems alright.”

Having accepted the proposal, President Ståhlberg of Finland relieved Mannerheim of his duties as commander in the Finnish Civil War and supported Nikolai Yudenich’s Northwestern Army in their pressure against Petrograd.

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The day of execution has dawned.

Finally, it’s the day to take out the key figures among the Reds.

The day has come to handle all the named individuals of the Soviet Union in actual history.

“Vladimir Lenin, Georgy Chicherin, Alexander Kollontai, Pavel Dybenko, Mikhail Frunze, Aleksandr Yegorov, Semyon Budyonny, Semyon Timoshenko, Kliment Voroshilov, Vasily Blukher, Felix Dzerzhinsky, Yakov Peters, Ivan Konev… and so they shall face summary execution.”

Many names are familiar from actual history.

Seeing the Soviet Union, some individuals possess capabilities that could be useful alive, but regrettably, they have fought fiercely against the White Army during the Civil War, so keeping them alive based solely on future knowledge wouldn’t cut it for the commanders of the Red Army who need to be eliminated to end the Red Plague.

If I were to keep them alive as a saint, the commanders of the White Army would likely bear grudges. It would be a different story if they had defected to our side during the war.

Ultimately, realistically, I couldn’t afford to let them go.

The only one barely forgivable was Georgy Zhukov, who had previously come waving a white flag as a non-commissioned officer among the Red Army before the Battle of Moscow.

And then there was Tukhachevsky, whom I had sent away to Siberia.

Well, even if it’s just that one, I’m glad I managed to save him.

Considering the commanders of the White Army, during the war with Germany or in the event of a German-Soviet War, the line-up would not be bad, so it should work out well.

Bang!

Those sentenced to summary execution were simply tied up collectively and blasted away with artillery, turning them into mincemeat.

Those not mentioned here were all sent off to Siberia.

I sent off that castrated Stalin and his wife too.

Again, I must stress, escaping this time will likely be impossible.

The White Army, whose comrades or family members have been killed by the Reds, will take direct control of Siberia.

It’s oddly satisfying.

Is it because I’ve avoided dying by winning? Or perhaps it’s because the original Anastasia had died at the hands of the Bolsheviks, and now that has been resolved.

I felt incredibly refreshed and in good spirits.

This satisfaction of having completed my revenge.

“Alright, I guess you would be satisfied with this much.”

I muttered, glancing at Anastasia, wherever she might be, whether in the afterlife or beside me.

These are the records left behind by the Soviet Union during their rule over European Russia before I captured Moscow.

Seeing that Trotsky and Stalin had left this much behind while fleeing, it seems they must have been quite rushed.

Alternatively, perhaps they burned everything and this was what remained.

Only the direction the Soviet Union needs to go in moving forward.

“Well, at least thankfully, there’s no Soviet-Polish war.”

Perhaps due to considerations for the great powers, or maybe because the Red Army is not in good condition compared to actual history, they did attack the Baltics and Ukraine, but they did not directly confront Poland.

Fortunately, the Red Army had achieved some success in the annexation of Belarus.

We could just feast on that.

The Red Army in the Baltic States seems to have shifted their focus to Petrograd.

“Eh?”

Hearing my mutterings, Drozdovsky asked in confusion.

Well, there’s no need to voice it out loud.

If I blurted out that I’d seen the future, it might raise eyebrows claiming the just-established Tsarina was losing her marbles.

“No, but unexpectedly, there seems to be no Brusilov.”

I believe I had heard that General Brusilov from World War I was certainly supposed to join the Red Army. Has he not joined this time?

He likely didn’t follow Trotsky all the way to Petrograd.

He couldn’t be a hardcore Red, after all.

In actual history, Brusilov’s choice to side with the Red Army was unavoidable under the circumstances then.

It seems a lot of history has changed this time.

If he had joined the Red Army, Okhrana would have definitely found out.

“Yes. However, among the Bolsheviks captured in Moscow this time, there is a person named Alexei, the son of General Brusilov.”

“He’s still alive?”

“Yes. He was captured by the Red Army soldiers who surrendered to the White Army yesterday. After the execution, I was going to report to you, Your Highness, about what to do with him next.”

Alright. So that brat is still alive.

In actual history, he died, didn’t he?

How has he managed to stay alive until now?

They say his death led Brusilov to side with the Reds. Could it be that his son’s survival kept him neutral until now?

“Hm. Did we kill many of our White Army?”

“It seems the Reds didn’t send him to dangerous places to persuade General Brusilov, as he has been in the rear during the Moscow engagement as well.”

Is that so? He seems quite attached to Brusilov.

Considering which side he aligns with influences quite a bit.

“Hm. Then, even if I let him live—”

“The problem is that he’s a hardcore Red. He’s an enthusiastic supporter. Even after being captured, he yelled that the White imperialists would be defeated.”

Was he that kind of person?

In situations like this, ideology matters a lot.

The reason I killed the named generals of the Soviet Union is that, as long as the White Army achieves victory, there is no future for them to ever become named figures, so they had to die.

The same goes for Brusilov’s son.

Ideologies like that cannot be ignored, no matter how you might try to cover for them.

A hardcore Red, indeed.

If I let him live, who knows what kind of trouble he might stir up.

While I think that no Red brat could overturn a Russia reborn from reform, still, keeping a hardcore Red alive would set a precedent.

If that’s the case, then I should have saved the named generals of the Soviet Union in consideration of the upcoming German-Soviet War.

“Goodness. Then we have to kill him.”

“Your Highness, Your Highness!”

“You can’t do this!”

Why does it remind me of Patton? No, the voice wasn’t Patton’s.

So, the one who barged into my office was Brusilov.

Has he come to plead for his son’s life?

That’s the only reason I can think of.

Look at him, having stayed neutral until now, only to behave like this after his son gets captured.

Well, I’m not judging him for being neutral.

The Empire has collapsed, and the Soviet state is in a curious condition.

There is White Russia, but to him, it must look like a successor to the Empire. Thus, he couldn’t choose either side.

Ultimately, neutrality was his only option.

The problem is that this neutrality is an ambiguous position once the disputes come to an end.

Just like now.

If he had the strength to maintain neutrality, that would be one thing, but Brusilov currently—

Of course, if he were to take a stand, he would carry influence, but—

Wouldn’t that only be possible if it aligns with our side?

Or is it possible to use his son as leverage?

“You’ve come to ask for your son’s life.”

“Your Highness, please spare my son. He hasn’t even killed any White soldiers; he’s just a boy with no battle experience. Please.”

A father who wishes for his son’s life is something.

Kneeling before me for his son.

This man had also demanded the abdication of the Tsar.

Alright. Then rescuing his boy shouldn’t be too challenging. But I will still be sure to extract what I need.

That’s the whole reason I’m setting the stage like this.

“If his ideology is already that of a hardcore Red, he must die—just like my parents were killed by the Reds.”

“I can understand your thirst for revenge. However, I will ensure he never approaches communism again. He will live under house arrest.”

That’s not what I meant, though.

“If you truly wish for your son to be saved, you must negotiate properly. Just begging won’t be enough to sway me.”

Only then did Brusilov grasp a thread of hope and looked at me desperately.

Yeah, that’s how it should be.

“What is it that you desire?”

Since there are some defected soldiers among the Reds.

I’ve incorporated them into the White Army for now.

How about putting him in charge of those defectors?

“This time, use the defected soldiers and lead an anti-Bolshevik campaign as you advance westward. While I retake Petrograd, capture all the Bolsheviks.”

That’s the condition.

If you step up, it’ll likely be easier.

This man, who has no affection for the Bolsheviks, didn’t seem particularly shocked by that remark.

“Are you asking me to eliminate the Bolsheviks in the west?”

“Yes. If that’s impossible, I won’t be able to help you. As a general of the Empire, it’s only natural to eradicate the enemy soldiers.”

“I will do it.”

Just like he chose the Red Army in actual history.

Now all that’s left for him is to serve in the anti-Bolshevik campaign within the White Army.

Honestly, he should be grateful to me.

“Until the civil war ends, I’ll keep an eye on you. As long as you don’t change your ideology, you’ll live like a mouse hiding away. The new Russia that will emerge at the end of this civil war will despise the Bolsheviks.”

“I understand.”

Brusilov is a renowned general of World War I, with considerable influence amongst the Russian military. If he now engages in anti-Bolshevik work, the Red Army should crumple even more easily.

That’s all I can rely on.

After handing over the position of commander of the Western Front of the White Army to Brusilov, I began erasing the traces of the Bolsheviks left by Lenin.

And I also received news concerning Trotsky.

“General Anton Denikin’s army is clearing out the Bolsheviks around Moscow. And as Her Highness predicted, Trotsky has reportedly moved to Petrograd.”

“That’s fortunate.”

He won’t be able to hold out much longer.

After the loss in the Battle of Moscow, the Red Army has essentially collapsed, and with the deaths of Lenin and most of the Bolshevik leaders and members, they have lost their focal point completely.

Trotsky is left, but what can he possibly do alone after all others have fallen?

On the contrary, the radical Trotsky is likely to be ostracized even within the Bolsheviks, as he exploits and terrorizes the people, committing all sorts of brutal acts.

Isolated in Petrograd, whatever he tries to do, there’s no path to resurrect the Soviet Union.

Still, I mustn’t give him any breathing room.

After all, the Reds must be swiftly wiped out.

“Finland has accepted our proposal and will support Yudenich.”

Then it’s all set.

“Well then, let’s go.”

Two years have passed since I became Anastasia. In spring of 1920, when Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova is 19 years old.

The White Army, having completed their arrangement in Moscow, began their final offensive to capture the remaining Bolsheviks and Trotsky in Petrograd.