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Of course, even so, with the Emperor taking the lead, everyone has no choice but to jump out.

The Governor of the Netherlands and the officers of the Rome Treaty are all rushing out behind me. Don’t you know you’ll die before me? There’s really no need for you to follow out of courtesy.

I’m not the one who’s dying, so this is possible, but for ordinary humans, isn’t it generally the case that they meet a Hirohito ending by rushing out like this?

Even if those guys are holding civilians hostage, it’s honestly a bit suspicious.

At least the overwhelming difference in weaponry means the enemy’s attacks are somewhat lessened.

“Oooh! It really is Ratu Adil!”

On this side, the pro-Netherlands militia cheered.

Even the army, which wasn’t feeling too high-spirited about coming across the Indonesian rebels from the distant sea, opened fire on the Indonesian rebels at my command.

The morale of the pro-Netherlands faction’s militia rose. Sukarno’s army began to falter quickly.

From Yekaterinburg, Tsaritsyn, Moscow, Petrograd, Poland, Berlin, and India as well. Indeed, this method works well.

They overthrew their own regime through revolution, and the princess they killed survived countless bullets from the Bolsheviks, leaving the legitimacy of Russia in my hands.

In Poland, they were able to tighten their grip through bomb terrorism. In Berlin, bomb terrorism turned me into a deity among the anti-aircraft coalition forces.

Of course, I was faster in India, but here too, my reputation would be useful.

In fact, this method proved effective.

Those fools realized their power was dwindling and had no choice but to devise new tactics. Something conveniently good for me popped up right before my eyes.

That something is me.

“There! Capture that woman! Or kill her! She is the Empress of Russia!”

As a result, they come charging at me, trying to take me down.

Whether they kill me or save me, they aim to create confusion within the Allied forces and launch an attack in the meantime—something like that could be the development.

That would be true if I were an ordinary woman.

In order to capture me, they abandoned their fortress and came charging at me, only to die.

Bang! Crash bang!

Naturally, their bullets couldn’t penetrate me.

Of course, I didn’t intend to rampage and become a divinity in this era either.

“Wow. I always enjoy moments like this.”

Look at the face of the rebel who shot at me. He dropped his gun, eyes vacant.

A face full of surprise. It feels kind of wrong to shoot at him.

What’s it like to see a human who doesn’t die in reality, not even in a fantasy world? Someday, among the women praised as saints, there probably won’t be anyone like me, right?

Naturally, those dazed soldiers either died by friendly fire or dropped their weapons right there.

Somebody might think otherwise.

It’s a chaotic battlefield anyway.

How many of those countless soldiers have seen me survive bullets while they stubbornly rushed to kill just one of me?

However, it should be noted that this isn’t just to decrease the morale of the enemies.

No matter how civilized they claim to be, a being standing right before them that doesn’t die after being shot wouldn’t guide them to victory directly.

There’s no way they wouldn’t lose their minds.

“Oh. The Tsar of Russia truly is a saint.”

“To be honest, I thought it was just a lie.”

“Indeed, with this, we are the justice!”

“Did you see that, you Indonesian scum! Can your Sukarno do this?”

Unfortunately, everything was decided simply by my one participation in the battle.

Sukarno became the universal bastard opposing justice, the saint, and Ratu Adil.

We are the saints who appeared to realize justice and the army of Ratu Adil.

Doesn’t this sound quite plausible?

The moron Sukarno chose to walk towards his own doom.

At least unlike Gandhi, he will be brutally crushed because he fought back. Anyway.

“The saint declares: Those who do not surrender are the communists who disrupt world peace!”

If you don’t follow us, then you’re a communist.

That’s how I’m hammering it down. So, what happens now? It’s getting hilariously twisted.

“Justice is us!”

Boom! Crash!

The main gun of the T-34 spewed flames and finally breached the eastern fortress.

Even the guerrillas were finished against the combat power of the Treaty Army.

How they hid and ambushed in the woods or gloomy places, the battle had already tipped in our favor.

“Anyone associated with those rebels is, even if civilian, a fallen rebel! Kill them all!”

There was nothing left to hold back.

The Rome Treaty Army, having shed the hesitation to kill civilians, advanced relentlessly, capturing the enemies.

That’s the modern Roman army for you. Losing is not an option.

Whether civilian or whatever, as long as I, the living embodiment of justice that doesn’t die, am here, if you’re with the rebels, then you’re all enemies.

Moreover—

“Above all, when we attack, the identities of those civilians will surely be revealed.”

Among the civilians, very few tried to escape.

Perhaps they should have prepared to die rather than wait to be killed by Sukarno.

Since cooperating with Sukarno means they cannot be classified as civilians.

In fact, some of the civilians who tried to escape were detonating bombs, conducting suicide terrorist attacks on the Treaty Army.

Initially, it was similar to using my name to rally civilians as rebels, but fortunately, they were merely disguising themselves as civilians.

“Indeed, Your Majesty. They call themselves civilians, but they were all collaborating with those scum. You ordered to sweep civilians away as well, knowing in advance.”

Unfortunately, a misunderstanding had arisen again.

I genuinely thought of pushing civilians forward to protect the Treaty Army.

Such misunderstandings aren’t too bad.

* * *

Meanwhile, the atmosphere around Sukarno’s camp was sinking, excluding Sukarno and his close aides.

“What on earth happened! The ruler of Russia came here!”

“They say that even after being showered with bombs and bullets, he didn’t die!”

“Is that even possible!”

“We can’t confirm the rumors, but the civilian shield strategy isn’t working.”

“And yet he’s called a saint?”

Who initially planned such an operation? Suharto desperately held back the words threatening to burst from his insides.

Anyway, they are labeling him as the undying saint, the legendary ruler Ratu Adil, and classifying civilians as enemies.

There’s no way out of this. There are differences in the quality of weapons, training, and numbers.

“I didn’t expect them to move this quickly.”

Sukarno wasn’t an idiot.

He certainly had some thoughts, having seen Gandhi in India.

He couldn’t accept being separated and independent under the imperialists again, and so he considered this a prime opportunity to rise up.

Even if India is somewhat close to Europe, Indonesia is far away.

He needed to quickly collapse the Dutch East Indies government or ask to negotiate with the Americans for mediation.

The United States could never overlook Rome Treaty’s attempts to expand its influence in the Pacific, so while it wouldn’t necessarily intervene, it would certainly try to keep Rome Treaty in check.

That’s what I assumed. But what’s this? The United States isn’t helping.

Could it be that the United States intends to hand over Indonesia to the Rome Treaty?

“All the other islands have been occupied by them. This is no longer an option. We need to seek asylum wherever it may be, be it the United States or elsewhere.”

What foolish idiots! Trying to undermine Indonesia’s strength themselves. What are they thinking!

“Damn it. Is the United States really just going to watch this situation unfold? Can’t we at least make contact with them?”

“The United States urged us to surrender quickly. They said they would persuade the Rome Treaty if we did.”

In the end, the United States couldn’t defeat the Rome Treaty.

If that’s the case, what’s the point of resisting any longer?

It might be better to surrender when the enemy is willing to accept it.

“Ugh. Will the enemies even accept our surrender?”

“They’ve already mobilized vast armies, so they won’t accept it easily.”

The enemies had mobilized large forces with the intention of subjugating Indonesia.

To put it more accurately, we’re still capable of mobilizing such a significant force. That’s why we dare to crush the rebellion against the Rome Treaty.

But either way, it had become increasingly difficult to hold on.

“Can we really not endure any longer?”

“Whatever it takes, it’s time to make a decision. Even if they’re killing civilians, they won’t go any further than tarnishing the reputation of the Empress of Russia.”

“Ugh.”

Ultimately, Sukarno’s choice was to negotiate with the Treaty Army.

Suharto, dispatched from the rebels, went to find the commander of the Russian forces, Vlasov, to negotiate surrender.

“Hah, it’s quite laughable how you’ve held out until now just to beg for your lives because you feel you’re going to lose.”

“What can we do? Please!”

“Regrettably, our mother the Tsar is extremely enraged at your leader Sukarno, who brought a bloody chaos to Indonesia. However, we, the Rome Treaty Organization, seek peace, and if you hear our demands, there will be no further hostilities.”

“What is it?”

“Trial for war crimes against Sukarno, Suharto, and the current leadership of the rebels, as well as the disarmament of the rebels, followed by cooperation with Mohammad Hatta’s government.”

That was absurd.

Trial for war crimes against the rebel leadership would mean the end of Sukarno’s life.

For Sukarno, who wanted to unify Indonesia and desired the position of the supreme power, dying was not an option he could accept.

In essence, it was like saying you were going to die anyway. Sukarno couldn’t accept it.

He’d rather endure to the very end and die here than be surrendered and face a trial for war crimes.

“I will never surrender to imperialists!”

Unfortunately, many did not sympathize with Sukarno.

Unlike before.

“Didn’t that Tsar seriously say he’s Ratu Adil?”

“What more is there to fight when we’re already losing?”

“Can’t we just live peacefully?”

“Their ruler is out fighting, while Sukarno is hiding behind the scenes, only preserving his own life!”

The Tsar not dying is surprising, but against that overwhelming military power, it was too much to bear.

Even the idea of using civilians as human shields was ignored as they threw themselves into battle under incomprehensible pretenses.

From the very moment civilians were taken hostage, this uprising had failed, but Sukarno was only planning to inflict more meaningless damage to save himself.

At this point, it would be better for Sukarno to surrender to the provisional government of Mohammad Hatta rather than die without a cause.

While they had previously been united by nationalism, no resourceful volunteer would willingly die for Sukarno.

“I will surrender!”

“I’ve laid down my weapons!”

Thus, many surrendered, and Sukarno’s army gradually crumbled.

The future of Indonesia slowly began to brighten.

In many ways.

* * *

Sukarno’s army fell apart.

They had only set surrendering based on the condition of bringing Sukarno and his leadership to trial for war crimes. They expected a determined resistance, but it crumbled on its own.

“Logically thinking, even if they were stirred by patriotism up until now, they wouldn’t want to die for Sukarno personally.”

“Moreover, while His Majesty took the lead, Sukarno remains behind calling the shots. The difference is huge.”

“Indeed, your Majesty seemed to have aimed for that point.”

“Um, yes, that’s right.”

Well, they did foresee determined resistance.

They planned it to some extent. In fact, they hoped for it. Individuals like Sukarno are dangerous.

In any case, whether it’s him or the next one, Suharto. From Indonesia’s standpoint, it’s better if both die.

But to think that the difference between whether the leader steps up or not could collapse the enemy’s army.

Well, I mean, that too is ultimately because I’m the undying Ratu Adil, and my presence made it snowball.

That bastard Sukarno ought to show some courage and fight at the end.

Though, I didn’t really expect that much. Still. In any case, what I intended was that even civilians could be deemed enemies and killed. That’s the logic I was aiming for.

And it ended up that way. Later, I planned to mercilessly crush everything and ensure Indonesia would not easily become a great power, even under American influence in the future.

Well, that’s looking somewhat problematic.

But I can’t afford to just kill those who surrender here and there.

“What about Sukarno?”

“They say he has been captured by his subordinates.”

“Hand him over to trial led by the Dutch East Indies government and the new Indonesian government for execution.”

“Understood.”

In any case, he was the hero of Indonesia’s independence war and he was one who strived for the unity of Indonesia.

Given that the Netherlands, which had colonized Indonesia, is part of the Rome Treaty, to prevent Indonesia from aligning with the Americans and humiliating the Rome Treaty in the future, Sukarno and Suharto both must be killed to eliminate any unnecessary threats.

Of course, even if those two die, the second or third Sukarno or Suharto might arise. But that’s a matter for later.

For a while, Indonesia will remain divided like India.

And the war crimes trial for Sukarno wouldn’t be much of a big deal.

Since it was a trial that would end up being more formal, it would simply be dealt with as those guys have called imperialism all along.

“Do you acknowledge that you have harmed the peace of Indonesia and turned it into a bloody chaos under the pretext of liberating Indonesia?”

“Bullshit! You’re all just pretending to be benevolent while trying to share Indonesia among yourselves!”

Sukarno, knowing he was destined to die, insisted on arguing until the end.

However, our chief judge merely scratched his ear, seemingly indifferent.

“I see you’re acknowledging it. However, acknowledging does not erase the crime. All of you, Sukarno and Suharto, and the lower leadership of the Indonesian rebels will be hanged.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Thus, the formal trial concluded. Sukarno vehemently protested that he couldn’t accept it.

“I did not acknowledge it! I did not acknowledge it! Ugh!”

In court, the one with power leads the proceedings.

 

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