2 The resurrection of the Deutsches Kaiserreich
"His Royal Highness's father is in London, the capital of the British Empire, isn't he? The man who usually looks down on others with such an arrogant, cold expression is here at the funeral... What's wrong with you today?"
Great Britain.
Why does my father have a father in the British Empire, the country that destroyed Germanic dreams with its characteristic repulsiveness?!
"What? Why is your father in Great Britain?!"
"...Because Her Majesty's father, Victoria Adelaide Mary Louisa, is from the British Empire?"
"What kind of bullshit is that, my father is from the British Empire .... Besides, my father's name is Frederick III.... Wait, who are you anyway?"
I hadn't paid much attention to the woman next to me who calmly answered my questions, but I had never seen her before.
It's a familiar face, of course, but it's definitely a new face.
She's tall, almost 180 centimeters.
Long, white hair that seems to reach the ground.
A curvaceous body that oozes sexy, rich charm with skin that looks like it's just turned 20.
A high-pressure aura that seems to overwhelm others.
A woman with the stereotypical look of a strong woman, her eyes widened at my words.
Don't freak out like that.
I think I'm more surprised now.
"Oh my... .... My poor Crown Prince.... The death of his mother must have been too much for him. He's so young and already has amnesia...."
"Amnesia...? Hmph, I didn't know she was so young. How old are you then? I can't believe I'm so..."
"Me? The year is 1888, so... I'm already 73 years old. Man, time flies."
"....."
My brow suddenly furrowed when I heard the white-haired beauty say that she was 73 years old.
No matter how advanced the world has become, this plump skin and 73 years old....
It doesn't make sense.
Hmm?
Doesn't it?
Maybe it makes sense if this is heaven or hell.
Either that woman is lying to me.
Or heaven and hell don't age with time.
...It doesn't matter to me.
Am I not going to die soon anyway?
Am I not here in a zoomorphic light?
I decided not to think too deeply about her words.
I'm tired....
***
I said, shrugging my shoulders in a tone of resignation.
I glared at her, who could have been an angel or a demon.
"Really? She was 73 years old in 1888.... Come to think of it, you're about the same age as someone I know."
"..."
"No. I remember him well because he was in my reign.... I think that inspiring guy was the same age as you?"
"Who was that?"
"Bismarck.... He's a stubborn, mean inspiration."
"..."
"Do you know how twisted his personality is and how the whole Teutonic people hated him? Of course.... Although I had the ridiculous good fortune to have my diplomacy suck, which led to his rise to fame."
-Frank
Her stubborn expression crumpled.
What was wrong with her?
Oh....
Is Bismarck your biological father?
Well, he looks like him.
But I didn't hear that the stubborn inspiration had such a pretty, cute, fit granddaughter?
Why didn't she tell me?
Did she think I'd use my power to fuck her?
...It doesn't make any sense.
"He's a fucking old man who can't let go of the power he has, and he was kicked out by me."
"Kicked out?"
"Uh, he's been dead for decades and probably has no bones left."
"Wow, I thought you were talking about me because we have the same name. Thank goodness... ...."
"...!!!!"
"I'm not an inspiration, I'm not dead, I'm alive and well, and I wasn't kicked out, so I guess I'm not who the crown prince said I was, huh!"
"What is it, this feeling of dizziness?
For some reason, an unknown feeling of fear coursed through my body.
I asked her, my words trembling slightly.
"...What is your name?"
"Otto Eduard Leopold von Bismarck, First Chancellor of the German Empire. His Imperial Highness, Crown Prince William II."
"....."
"And congratulations. Crown Prince.... Uh, no. His Majesty Wilhelm II, who will ascend to the position of Emperor over the great German Second Reich."
Huh?
You're Bismarck?
Crazy!
You're so different from the inspiring guy I know?
You're so different, especially physically.
I mean, you know how you curtsy in courtly fashion, but your baggy clothes keep sliding down, showing your insides?
Oh, no.
What the hell's wrong with his clothes?
***
Father.
...No, it had been several days since my mother's traumatic encounter with Bismarck.
In the meantime, I used the excuse of being traumatized by my mother's death as an excuse to ask Bismarck, who is as loyal as he is stubborn, a series of questions, gathering the information around me and then piecing it together.
In the end, I realized one thing.
I realized that this moment, this time, is not an illusory zoom-around, but a rebirth into the past at a moment of life and death.
"Regression.... I have the chance to fulfill the German dream, which even the Fuehrer without balls could not do, and to unite Europe with my own hands...."
"Honey, are you sick?"
I couldn't hide my rising emotions.
How much I regretted being sent back to Holland to become a lumberjack after we lost the World War.
How many times had I prayed to God for a second chance?
"But why did I go back? Hmm.... "Yes!!! It must be because God gave me a second chance. I regressed because a transcendent being like God is watching me closely."
"Hmph. I think my dear husband has gone a little off the rails since my mother died.... If my mother could see this right now, she'd give him a good smack. ah.... My mother. I still miss my mom.
For some reason I think someone is chirping in my ear, but I'll ignore it for now.
"What should I do? Does God, who loves equality and freedom, really want to establish a Germanic nation-state with a leader without balls?"
"A leader without balls? What do you mean, I looked last night and clearly .... They were both there."
"Or do you want me to set up a European empire that is Germanic, ethnic, and ruled by me, Nabal?"
"Germanic, a European empire?"
"Ehhhhh~ I guess I'm still indecisive even after being reborn....."
Then.
A character's speech flashed in my mind as if someone was making a revelation.
It was the person I hated the most, the person I wanted the most, and the person who gave me hope.
[The great Aryan race has carried the torch of human civilization throughout history. Our pure bloodline has played a decisive role in the development of science, art, and culture. .... It is a legacy we should be proud to carry on].
[Waaaaaaaah!!!!]
[Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!]
[We, the Aryan race, have superiority under the laws of nature, and this must be the basis for our future and prosperity. We are responsible for guiding the progress of the human race by maintaining the strongest and purest bloodline on Earth. Our goal is to preserve the purity of the Aryan race and pass on our great civilization to future generations].
[Waaaaaaaah!!!!]
[Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!]
[Long live Hitler! Long live the Reich! Long live the Germanic race! Long live the Nazis!]
"Aryan race?"
As a Germanic nationalist, even the Germanic peoples I believe in and love the most are subcategories of Aryans.
Latins and Slavs are both subgroups of Aryans.
Not only throughout Europe, but throughout the vast expanse of Siberia in the Russian Empire.
The Middle East, including the eastern part of the Anatolian Peninsula, the Caucasus, and Iran.
Aryans live all over the world, even in northern India, which is about the size of the territory ruled by the Moguls.
400 million in Europe.
250 million in India.
50 million in Central Asia, the Near East, and Siberia.
In 1888.
Out of a world population of 1.5 billion, Aryans make up a whopping 700 million people.
-Burroughs
A chill ran down my spine as I realized something.
That's right.
My body instinctively knows.
Why else would I have this speech in my head, why else would I have these thoughts, why else would I have these feelings, right now, at this moment?
[Revelation].
God has given me a mandate from Heaven.
