【Sumia War Song】(Chapter Two) (08) Author: indainoyakou

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Chapter Two "The Kiev Incident" #8
Holy Russian Empire, Second Imperial Princess Command, New Dniprovsky.
The return of the Princess dispelled the gloom hanging over the Imperial Princess's Hall; however,
the pressure on the region from Ukraine to Volgograd did not lessen, and the Central Army near the capital remained on high alert. With 200,000 Russian troops unable to be mobilized
, the forces maintaining the front lines had to find another outlet. To this end, Lieutenant General Zoya, Chief of the General Staff of the Southern Army,
proposed three alternative plans.
First, issue formal orders to Romania and Bulgaria to send their regular armies to attack the
Greek army entering Macedonia, joining forces with the Southern Army to sever Greece's land communication network with its allies.
Second, request Romania and Bulgaria to provide one million light infantrymen with an armed ratio of over 50%
to join the Russian army, with Russia guaranteeing the territorial security of both countries in the Balkans.
Third, 100,000 reservists should be conscripted from Moldova, and
100,000 reservists should be requested from New Georgia and Azerbaijan respectively, preserving room for intervention in Romania and Bulgaria.
Regardless of the option, it relates to the two countries that have declared neutrality but are pro-Russian.
In other words, besides the primary objective of troop replenishment, the strategy has another secondary objective—controlling Russia's
influence over the Balkan countries.
However, these three options simplified into clear-cut yes-or-no questions in Her Highness's mind, with only "immediate
intervention" and "no intervention for the time being.
" "Order Bucharest and Sofia to complete preparations for the first wave of the offensive within three days, targeting
the border from Macedonia to Greece. Furthermore, 600,000 and 400,000
reservists should be conscripted from Romania and Bulgaria respectively, with an armed force of over 70%, and these troops will be used on the western front."
The returning leader's voice shook the staff gathered in the second military council room. These alternative plans were, after all,
conclusions reached after three meetings. Individually, each had a reliable feasibility and reassuring risk
level; however, combining them severely disrupted the balance. But Her Highness the Princess insisted on a two-in-one solution,
the most troublesome combination of option one and option two.
This, however, was somewhat expected—at least for Zoya.
As the most profitable move, the accompanying cost was always so heavy that it had to be considered a last
resort; therefore, Zoya hadn't directly proposed this plan. That said, there were
ways to significantly reduce the cost… Her Highness the Princess's additional explanation confirmed her thoughts.
"Inform Bucharest and Sofia that the latest Balkan map will be sent soon."
Our biggest bargaining chip in the negotiations lies in the territorial division after the victory.
The British Southern European coalition, primarily composed of Italy, Spain, and Greece, was not weak. Under
the dual conditions of a non-full-scale conflict and aid from Britain, France, and Germany, even when confronting the Second Princess of Russia,
the sovereignty of the Southern European states was largely guaranteed.
However, the existence of the First Princess of Russia, Britain's "main enemy," disrupted
the balance of power between Southern Europe and the Second Princess. With over a million active-duty Russian troops directly under Minsk, plus the reorganizing Polish army and Russian
reserves, the northern front was virtually impregnable.
If even the First Princess couldn't be dealt with, how could Britain support the Southern European front and fight the Second Princess? What if
American reinforcements arrived in time, resulting in a stalemate for Britain… how could the united front withstand the unscathed Russian
Central Army?
No matter how one considered the options, Eastern and Southern Europe were merely pawns to be slaughtered, sacrificed for the Queen and the Crown Princess
.
In other words, not only the Balkans, but also the Italian Peninsula and the Iberian Peninsula, are in
a situation where victory is assured. With proper cooperation, they could potentially become the Holy Russian Empire's closest ally.
It's a situation worth taking a gamble on.
However…
“Your Highness, is it too hasty to play our trump card now? Given the unclear situation in the capital, if the Central Army
cannot provide support, we will have to mobilize all the resources of our territory to face either Great Britain or the United States. In response to this situation,
it is necessary to carefully consider the strength of our actions against Romania and Bulgaria.”
“Zoya, it is good to be thorough, but when it is time to take risks, we should act.”
“But there are too many variables in the capital. The Imperial Council and the Fifth Princess, who are friendly to us…”
“It is alright. We only need to win the support of the nobility, and the current situation provides a good point of entry.
How is the selection of personnel going?”
“Four excellent political officials have been arranged and will be sent to the capital and St. Petersburg this afternoon. But Your Highness…”
“No need to say more.”
Somia crossed her right leg, lowered her head to look through other documents, indicating that the discussion was over. Seeing this, Zoya
could only lower her voice:
“Yes.”
This was her way of indicating the end of the topic, and the advisors who were familiar with this rule could only obediently shut up.
If it were a serious mistake, there would be a suitable ground to challenge Her Highness the Princess's decision, but the current situation
did not allow her to do so.
"Then the next report. In the Black Sea campaign, due to the complete annihilation of the Greek Helena fleet, our forces, in conjunction with
the Seventh Princess's fleet, have attacked the Turkish Navy. In the previous battle, it was confirmed that the enemy's third-generation ships were no
match for our forces. Therefore, in this battle against the Turkish Navy, which is composed of a mix of third and fourth-generation ships, the expected damage can be controlled within
a very ideal range. The Crimean Air Defense Department pointed out..."
Reporting these matters was not really necessary for her, the Chief of the General Staff, but since she could both cram for Her Highness the Princess
and help the staff review, Zoya was willing to be a competent teacher, just as she was when reporting to the generals
. Besides, she still had the energy to think about other matters while reporting, so it wasn't a waste of time
. In any case, if there was any emergency in the Situation Room, Captain Pia would contact her immediately.
By the time the military council concluded, a new Balkan map had taken shape in Zoya's mind: Romania and Bulgaria
would be divided by Belgrade, one possessing a vast landmass, the other controlling most of the ports, and these two
countries would ultimately become satellite states of the First and Second Princesses respectively—as for the future "border wars"...
Planning ahead is necessary.
War…
Whenever she pondered post-war planning, it reminded her of a drunken game she played with Irina years ago, each taking
a command and seeing who could "checkmate" the world chessboard first. That game ended with a brilliant move,
the outcome of which both Irina and she were quite satisfied.
That move was war.
An aggressive war launched by a power that dominates the world in the fields of nightmares and military technology. To be precise,
a war launched by either the British United Front or the Holy Russian Empire. Considering the flourishing of the Romanova family
and the precarious future of the Windsor family, coupled with the differences in the political systems of the two countries—then, the aggressor could only be the Holy
Russian Empire.
But what kind of outcome did the two want to achieve through this game? In the "checkmate" position, how many pieces should each side have remaining
?
This was the focus of their endless debate.
In any case, their consensus was based on war.
A war that would disrupt the global balance of power.
A war that would create a tilted situation.
The final war.
Or—the penultimate war.
...Although doing this would be truly unfair to the person she had just met,
the system of the "final war" she had chosen could not be integrated into the "penultimate war" she had chosen.
Therefore... the era of the Imperial Council should come to an end.
A war waged for conquest.
A war waged after conquest.
Whether the opponent is the United States across the sea, China in East Asia, the African Union, or the Islamic world
... even the Holy Russian Empire, even the Far Eastern Army of Estonia, even the invincible princess
...
the Tymoshenko family of Kiev will surely assist the Grand Duke of Sumya to stand on the stage of the final war.
A girl's voice came.
"'In the year that King Ussia died,'"
The clear, childlike female voice did not come from the door or window, but from the narrow space between her back and the headboard, it attacked
her aged body.
"'I saw the Lord sitting on a high throne.'"
The withered body, wrapped in the girl's fair arms, was revealed from the light-colored nightgown along with the melodious female voice
.
"‘Her garments hung down, covering the entire temple.’"
The dried-up genitals of the old, ugly woman touched the nose of a young, supple girl, forced to face the foul-smelling orifice
—her sixteen-year-old granddaughter.
"‘Seraphim stood above her.’"
Pushing the granddaughter, whose hands were bound behind her back, onto the bed and between her legs, was a
silver-haired woman wearing a dark blue cloak that concealed her face.
"‘Each had six wings.’"
And in the bedroom, besides the girl and the woman, as the girl had said, there were four other arrogant
, dark blue women.
"‘Two wings covering the face,’"
Dark masks obscured their features.
"‘Two wings covering the feet,’"
Cloaks touching the ground obscured their feet.
"‘Two wings for flight.’"
The assassins, bypassing all security, silently descended upon the presidential residence, as if they had flown in
.
"'Calling to each other'... never mind, let's get straight to the point, Your Excellency."
The childish female voice transformed into a mature, husky contralto, intensifying the grip on her body as her ample
breasts pressed against her without restraint. However, no sexual innuendo could sway her will—the other woman must
have known this all along, which was why she had brought her precious granddaughter here.
Sure enough, the silver-haired woman with narrow eyes emerged from her cloak, her delicate hand holding a dagger, and
began to slash open her granddaughter's nightgown, slice by slice, before her eyes. Then, she grabbed the long, light brown hair, exposing the pure, adolescent body
before her, attempting to break down her will to resist.
Watching her granddaughter silently endure the humiliation yet still shed tears, she had to admit this tactic was truly effective. She had to 　　stop
Nina, the deaf... her poor, unfortunate granddaughter, from suffering even more cruel treatment, no matter what . 　　"Looks like you've come to a great sense of self-awareness. Excellent, here's a reward!" 　　The mocker's embrace carried an unpleasant warmth. She gritted her teeth inwardly, but outwardly maintained composure, 　　replying, 　　"Speak plainly." 　　A girl's laughter pierced her right ear, transforming midway into a seductive moan, melting moistly against her ear 　　. 　　"Then how about recalling all troops now and announcing our withdrawal from the United Front?" 　　"...Don't make such impossible demands." 　　"How can it be impossible?" 　　"Our country has a cabinet system, and the president's real power..." 　　From the moment she heard the demand, her clear mind had conjured a complete counter-plan; years 　　of experience in politics were no joke. But no matter how rich her experience, 　　everything fell apart when faced with that syringe that had appeared beside her granddaughter... 　　"Wait a minute! What are you doing! And what is that?!" 　　"Something that will warm you up quickly! Don't worry, it's not a legally recognized drug in your country... 　　although it's similar to some of its components." 　　"I don't need to do that. I'll negotiate with you!" 　　"Oh? Who just said 'impossible'?" 　　"It was done after considering feasibility..." 　　"Evan, do it." 　　"Stop...!" 　　With no strength to resist, the call bell out of reach, and security forces nowhere to be found 　　—she could only watch helplessly as the needle pierced her granddaughter's right arm, injecting an unknown substance into her body. 　　Nina... never resisted. Although terrified, her legs had 　　trembled several times when she was first brought in, but when those clear blue eyes saw her grandmother being held hostage, she mustered the last of her courage.

Even the humiliation of forced nudity.
Even the terror of drug injections.
Nina stubbornly gritted her teeth.
"Hey..."
she endured.
"Uh...uh...hah...gurgle!"
In front of her only family.
"Gurgle...! Guh...gurgle uh! Uh...hehe...hehehe!"
In front of her grandmother who had raised her.
"Waaah...! Guh, gurgle! Ugh! Appeal...whoosh..."
She would persevere no matter what—
"...Haha! Heh...hehe! Nina...flying...! Heh...heh ee! Guh! Ugh ugh
ugh...!"
She would persevere no matter what.
"Ahahaha...ahahaha...hahaha! Heh heh, heh eh eh...! Mom..."
However... what everyone saw through the vessel named Nina
was only a girl with drooling eyes, muttering to herself, convulsing, vomiting, and incontinent.
That was all.
Hot urine and loose feces dripped intermittently onto the bed, soaking the girl's legs and touching her grandmother's private parts,
bringing a foul-smelling moisture to the parched wound.
As the child's only remaining blood relative in this world, her heart was like a precipice battered by a torrential downpour,
the rainwater seeping deep into the soil actively loosening her defenses.
A child or a country, which is more important?
A beloved granddaughter or a country she ruled, which is more important?
A girl born deaf and motherless orphaned or a
country forced to wage war under the constraints of collective self-defense, which is more important?
No matter how rationally she compared them, no matter how much she questioned herself, the answer was always—the country comes first.
But.
"Ah, I almost forgot to mention, this stuff is highly addictive! Of course, no matter how addictive, it can't compare to
the lust for power, haha."
This war was never her country's wish.
"Look, little Nina's nipples are all erect! Look, her nipples and vulva are still pink, a
virgin? A virgin, right?"
Since the ruling country can't protect a small country like theirs, why not just let them declare neutrality!
"Ah, so her hymen is still intact, what a pure girl! Look how happy she is, even if she's
penetrated by that—big thing, she won't feel any pain, right?"
"What... wait, don't do this!"
"Evan."
"Please stop... ugh!"
The cruel and rude man held a black, rod-like object, about the width of Nina's slender
wrist, covered with large, pointed bumps. Just as she begged him to stop, the untouched vibrator
forcefully broke through Nina's hymen and brutally penetrated her virginity nearly ten centimeters.
Blood gushed from her twisted pink lips, the amount of bleeding so great that she couldn't help but tremble. But
Nina, who should have cried out in pain, only twitched unnaturally, then burst into a strange laugh.
In that instant, the precipice collapsed.
"Wow! Watching that little cunt, emitting the stench of virginity, being stuffed full is so exciting! Right!"
It didn't matter whether the voices around her were those of a girl or an adult.
"But it's not over yet? Evan, let's do it to little Nina's virgin anus too! In the name of the Lord, hee hee hee!"
The unreasonable humiliation and abuse had come to an end.
"...I will use all my connections to try to remain neutral, please let Nina go..."
"Just try? Well, I heard little Nina is on her fertile day, you know? Evan!"
"No, no! I know! I..."
The silver-haired woman in green tightly gripped the black rod-like object in front of Nina's red vulva, twisting and pressing it, and
the blood flowing from her vagina gradually began to mix with a milky liquid.
"You...! That is..."
Reproductive cell fluid—something that doesn't need to be explained. However, perhaps it was just
a trick to force her to make a decision sooner...
"The fertilizing fluid provided by homeless poor people covered in pustules and sores!"
The girl's flirtatious voice extinguished her last remaining hope.
"Wow! That's great! This way, little Nina can be a mother!"
"...Enough...Don't hurt her anymore...Neutral...I'll push it...With all my might..."
"Really? You're great too! You keep your word, don't you?"
"...Yeah..."
"Oh, isn't this a win-win situation? In your words, truth will prevail! Ahahaha!"
That day, the security system at the presidential residence failed to activate, and the backup system also failed to respond, meaning that at
least one of them had malfunctioned. Unable to clearly identify the traitor, and with Nina being held hostage, the matter
was ultimately not made public.
Soon after, authoritative anti-war voices began to emerge in the country, and the political arena descended into chaos. Evidence of Nina's continued survival, whose whereabouts were unknown, 　　was continuously sent to the presidential residence in Prague
every three days in the form of video files . 　　(Unrecognized) Byzantine Territory, Constantinople, Second Armed Forces of the Revolutionary Guard. 　　A young girl with beautiful light blonde hair and a face marked with age lay languidly on the rented guest room bed 　　, sighing as she gazed at the low, monotonous ceiling. The girl—or rather, the young woman with a girlish charm— 　　felt a comfortable drowsiness from the softness behind her. Before that feeling could fully develop, 　　a curious face entered her field of vision from the right. 　　Parts of her light brown, medium-length hair curled playfully on either side of her face, and her 　　clear, emerald eyes seemed to see through everything. A purer, more genuine girlish charm than "charming" girlish charm made her expression 　　sparkle, so dazzling that it chased away the drowsiness that had finally surfaced. 　　The "rich" girlish-looking Faina sighed again, this time not at the unfamiliar ceiling, but 　　at the "real" girlish-looking Nina. But the other didn't back down; instead, she became even more enthusiastic.

They stared at Faina. Only one of them seemed to find it strange to look at each other like this. Helpless,
Faina broke the silence with awkward but passable English:
"Can you speak English?"
The other looked confused, making soft "ah, ah" sounds and gesturing.
Right—she's deaf.
Usually, it was her classmates from Class 22 who looked after this girl; Faina was just filling in today, and
hadn't seen her for a while, so she'd forgotten she was deaf. This made Faina, who was too lazy to read the gestures and unsure whether to
continue, frown. Just as she was about to rudely give up, the girl, Nina, spoke up:
"Hungry!"
It was in English.
Although she was terrible at controlling her volume and her pronunciation was terrible, at least it was understandable.
"Hungry! My… I!"
Well, it seems she only knows a few words.
"I'm hungry! I'm hungry! I'm hungry!"
"Alright! I know!"
Faina impatiently sat up, pushed herself off the bed, and hurried outside. Although she didn't know
where to find food for the young lady, she knew there wouldn't be anything to eat in that confinement room with only a bed.
Just as her patience was rapidly wearing thin in the unfamiliar layout of the Second Armed Forces, a
short man carrying a stack of cardboard boxes nearly half a floor high suddenly rushed out from around the corner, knocking the well-trained, quick-reacting, but momentarily careless
elite assassin to the ground.
"Eek...!" "Whoa...!"
The colorful cardboard boxes flew through the air, and Faina immediately displayed her elite agility, quickly
rolling three and a half times to the side—before being hit squarely by bags of small, neither-soft-nor-hard things.
"...Ooh!"
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be bread.
Embarrassing as it was, she figured it wasn't a big deal since the other person didn't know her anyway. So, Faina switched to her
number one smiling expression and helped the girl in the white uniform and pencil skirt, who looked like a clerk, clean up the bread scattered on the floor.
Finally, she successfully carried a box of butter bread back to her room.
Watching the imprisoned young lady eat her bread like a cute hamster, a sense of accomplishment
turned into drowsiness, and Faina stretched and flopped onto the bed.
Not long after, she heard rustling sounds beside her, and another pitiful face popped up on her right.
"Water! Drink!"
"..."
"Drink...my water!"
"..."
"Water to me! To me! I'll drink water! Drink water!"
"Ah, I know...!"
It seems guarding prisoners isn't an easy job after all.
Good luck, Faina!
To be continued...

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