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Although they are women, they are all magic users. They may not reach the first level in magic power and cannot use magic armor, but their combat ability is certainly no less than that of ordinary soldiers.

Gisela stood on a high rock, observing the troops. It's worth mentioning that although they were an army, they had only been formed in a day, and there was no military training, because before they were reorganized into an army, they were nuns—yes, the combat nuns belonging to the Thirteen Courts in various branches.

Gisela's army is currently suppressing rebellions in southern Italy and capturing Jesuit henchmen in Rome, so it's impossible for them to send troops to the rear like Ancona. Just as she was struggling with this dilemma, Aponia, with the goodwill of the Thirteen Courts, came to Gisela's side once again. This time, Aponia herself was not the only one who came; she also brought a considerable number of magical warriors.

So Gisela simply handed over the task of overseeing Rome to her two cousins ​​who had been released by VV and returned to their home countries, and then secretly set off for Ancora with Jeanne. This departure was kept secret even from the imperial army in Italy.

"Please remember, to maintain secrecy, everyone must wear clergy attire. Then, take civilian ferries in batches to Rijeka, Croatia. There, you will be provided with weapons and equipment. Afterward, you will proceed in an orderly fashion by land through Zagreb (the capital of the Croatian region) into Hungary. In Budapest, you will meet up with new support personnel who will then assign you tasks." Gisela looked at the hundreds of women before her with a serious expression, carefully explaining the details of the operation to them.

"Remember we'll meet in Budapest in five days. Do you have any further questions?"

The soldiers below shook their heads, indicating that they understood.

“Aponia, is there anything else you want to say to them?” Gisela tilted her head to look at the gray-haired beauty behind her, who still maintained a sweet and elegant smile with her eyes narrowed.

“Your Highness, there’s a little preparation I need to explain.” Upon hearing Aponia’s words, Gisela stepped aside, making room for Aponia. At this moment, Gisela glanced at Jeanne, who was standing next to her with her hands on her hips and yawning, before turning her gaze back to Aponia.

"Ladies, for the convenience of subsequent operations, we have also prepared spare Austrian military uniforms." You can carry them in your suitcases and change into them as needed.

As Aponia spoke, the hundreds of girls present began to unbutton their military uniforms, take off their clothes, and expose their beauty directly to the outside, before changing into clergy attire.

In the middle of nowhere, there was no need to worry about being exposed or spied on, and since everyone present was female, there were naturally no taboos. Thus, the scene of the beautiful ladies changing clothes became a lovely picture, which Gisela naturally witnessed.

Although she had gradually adapted to the female body in some ways, the influence of the male soul still caused her to experience strong sensory stimulation from the overly beautiful scene. Her chest felt hot, and her pretty face turned a little red.

“C, D, E, F…” Gisela muttered some strange letters under her breath, while countless images from various books flashed through her mind in an instant. Sure enough, this feeling of being half-hidden behind a pipa was the most exciting. That feeling of being tantalized and then glimpsed was far superior to the story of Feng Xiaolian.

As Gisela's thoughts wandered, Jeanne noticed a fox's tail swaying rapidly at a strange frequency in her field of vision, as if it had encountered something happy.

"Tsk!" Although she didn't know why Gisela was acting this way, Jeanne just couldn't stand it, so she reached out her hand, instinctively trying to control the swaying tail.

And just like that, Jeanne grabbed Gisela's fox tail and pinched it hard.

The intense pressure and sensory stimulation sent a jolt through Gisela, who let out a cute, mournful cry before kneeling on the ground. Her beautiful, light blue eyes widened as she looked at the person behind her with some surprise.

The previously dignified princess suddenly showed such an adorable side, and all the ladies who were focused on changing clothes immediately turned their attention to Gisela.

After someone instinctively said "So cute," the atmosphere became exceptionally amusing.

The ladies crowded closer to Gisela, eager to get a better look at the princess, and some even reached out to touch her adorable fox ears.

"Hmm!" In the end, it was Aponia who saved Gisela's dignity. She just coughed lightly, and the older sisters, whose demeanor had changed drastically, all returned to their original positions as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Gisela's humiliation, Jeanne felt unexpectedly happy, as if all the humiliation she had suffered had been released. As the saying goes, "Petting the tail is fun for a moment, but petting the tail all the time is even more fun."

"One more time." Jeanne's lips curled up slightly, revealing an expression of unprecedented joy. Just then, the golden tail in Jeanne's hand gradually turned snow-white.

At this moment, Na's smile gradually froze, and finally disappeared completely, replaced by fear. Someone exclaimed "Oh ho!" at this moment.

She released the tail from her grasp and slowly raised her head, only to see a pair of purple eyes staring at her. The face, which was exactly like Su Beiming's, was still slightly flushed from what had just happened, but the fundamental difference in their auras filled Jeanne with fear.

“Some people always like to cause me trouble.” Gisela stood up, and because of her height, she had to tilt her head slightly to look at Jeanne’s face.

"Kneel down!" Gisela commanded Jeanne in an unquestionable tone.

"I..." Jeanne wanted to explain, but after seeing the murderous look in his eyes, she had no choice but to kneel down.

"Aponia, bring me my plum juice," Gisela said to Aponia, who was standing nearby. Preparing plum juice in the summer had clearly become an essential part of life.

"I don't know why Gisela always has a special fondness for sour things."

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Chapter 366 The Fall of St. Stephen's Crown: Capter 82 "Who Stole Our Rights?"

"Yes, Your Highness." A moment later, Aponia poured a glass of plum juice from a pre-mixed container and handed it to Gisela. Although Aponia was very polite, she was not a professional maid after all. Compared to Rita's skill in taking care of her, Gisela still needed to give her new instructions to guide her actions.

What followed was a scene that surprised everyone present.

Gisela first took an elegant sip of the plum juice in her glass, then raised her right hand and poured all the plum juice into her hand.

"Clean it up for me, with your mouth." Gisela said succinctly, extending her hand to Jeanne without saying much, and deliberately lifting Jeanne's slender index finger slightly.

Jeanne had never suffered such humiliation before, and she immediately frowned, her golden eyes seeming to burn.

She couldn't understand what had gotten into the fox today, why it suddenly "fell ill" here.

"Impossible!" Jeanne tried to stand up, sternly rejecting the fox's domineering behavior.

"What do you think will happen to the beautiful Miss Richelieu if Napoleon III fails?" After all, Richelieu's injuries have not yet healed, and Thiers is capable of persecuting a mage in order to eliminate a threat.

"You! Just do it! What's so great about it!" Jeanne raised her head and raised her voice several decibels, saying the most cowardly words in the most defiant tone. Then she lifted Gisela's wrists with both hands, and then, in full view of everyone, closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

The legendary, high and mighty Duchess of France! Jeanne de Darc, a descendant of the Crimson Saintess, would actually willingly endure such humiliation. If the princess and Lady Jeanne were merely business partners, they would never believe it. Therefore, there's only one explanation: the princess's power is sufficient to make the Saintess "completely submit."

At that moment, Gisela's cuteness was instantly replaced by a greater sense of awe for her "power".

The sweetness of saliva and plum juice mingled together, and once Jeanne got used to the initial strangeness, she quickly entered a somewhat subtle state, and her expression became quite suggestive.

"Yes! Very good. Make sure to clean the back of your hands too." Gisela first lifted Jeanne's chin, then looked at her somewhat absent-minded expression before nodding in satisfaction.

Gisela was overjoyed. The influence of her other self on her personality was too good. After all, she was kind-hearted and sometimes couldn't bear to bully these girls, but the emotional complementarity caused by Su Beiming's fusion with her made her much more "ruthless".

Most importantly, it allowed her to seriously put forward such an incredible idea as Yilin's father's death and Qishi Wulu, and to experience the feeling of conquering others. Nothing is more pleasant than having someone high and mighty in front of you humble and subservient.

Gisela, now brimming with confidence, believed that even against the female spy named Marta—no!—or even against Chloris, she could use her current state to gain the upper hand in any aspect.

Aponia watched the interaction between the two with a blank expression. Although this temporary maid always put on an expression of indifference, to be honest, she didn't know why she just loved watching the fox bully others. It gave her a strange sense of satisfaction.

Returning to the present, the distance from Ancona to Rijeka is 200 kilometers, and the distance from Rijeka to Budapest is 400 kilometers, totaling approximately 600 kilometers. At this time, no one knew what this journey meant. And the imperial subjects, immersed in peace and stability, could never have imagined that one day, an obstacle hindering the empire's progress towards power, a problem preventing the empire's unity, would be resolved in such an incredible way by a young girl.

The project is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the seeds that have been sown long ago are finally ready to sprout and grow.

Because the dice of fate have already been rolled at this moment.

One week later ————

As the crisis in Transylvania escalated, the Empire did not place all its hopes on the Russian Empire. Mobilizing the army and preparing for war became the top priority.

From the very beginning of the conflict, Gisela secretly instructed Rita, who had already entered Croatia and was waiting, to contact Marshal Benedek, the local military commander.

It is worth mentioning that when Rita approached the marshal with Gisela's orders, the marshal did not ask many questions before immediately agreeing to Gisela's request and beginning to assemble the Croatian army.

Rita was initially puzzled as to why the marshal was so easy to talk to, but she finally understood the reason when she saw a beautiful lady carrying tea into the room.

"Thanks to Your Highness, I have successfully welcomed back my beloved. To repay Your Highness, and also for my own sake, I have no reason to ask anything of Your Highness." These were the Marshal's exact words.

Of course, it wasn't just the Croatians who were preparing for war. Rania's father, the Marquis of Brno, far away in Bohemia, also successfully mobilized the Bohemian army to make necessary preparations for a possible war.

The empire is busier than ever before, with the mere existence of a 15,000-strong rebel army setting the entire national machinery in high gear.

A conspiracy hidden beneath the surface is slowly emerging.

On the morning of the 15th, an unsigned article was published by a newspaper in the Kingdom of Hungary called "Star of Observation." An article in itself is nothing special. But what's interesting is that this newspaper only published one article, yet it was written in Romanian, Croatian, Polish, Italian, and other languages ​​that cover most of the ethnic groups within the empire, but notably not in Hungarian.

The article's title, "Who Stole Our Rights?", clearly reveals its political intent and target. The newspaper's publication caused a sensation, selling 7 copies that very afternoon. Naturally, the incident quickly alerted the local police station, and the Hungarian police, with unprecedented efficiency, arrested seven people, including the journalist and the newspaper owner, and decided to execute them one by one on charges of treason.

This is not because the police are being harsh; it is a clause clearly stipulated in Hungarian law. After all, this article is obviously suspected of subverting the Hungarian government, so it must be investigated and dealt with strictly.

Although the newspaper was closed, those who owned the newspaper spread the article "Who Stole Our Rights?" by hand or by dictation.

The article's viewpoint resonated with the people of Outer Leitania, except for the Magyars, and even the people of Inner Leitania expressed their agreement with its points.

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Chapter 367 The Fall of St. Stephen's Crown: Capter 83 A Secret Visit to Budapest

Ultimately, an article by a special commentator under the pseudonym "Fox" in the renowned American newspaper "Tessai Daily," which exposed the dark side of European countries and cared about people's livelihoods, completely ignited the anti-Hygian movement in the empire.

"The Magyars, whose population is only one-fifth of the Empire's, want to enslave the vast majority of the remaining four-fifths. How absurd is this? Are you willing to endure their oppression without doing anything?"

"No! This is not the result you should be hoping for. If you want to take back what is yours, you must first unite and fight the Hungarians together..." The views were so radical that they seemed unbelievable.

This time, public opinion has never been so eager for Emperor Joseph to dissolve the Hungarian Parliament, regain his rule over the empire, and grant his subjects more equal rights.

The Hungarian Parliament seemed to have sensed the danger and decided to take a tougher stance, ordering police and secret agents throughout the country to suppress any dangerous elements that might threaten the stability of the kingdom, and even allowing secret executions if necessary.

The grey terror once again enveloped the Kingdom of Hungary, while Budapest, at the heart of this terror, remained unusually calm.

Gisela, dressed in a nun's habit and completely enveloped in a dark robe, was strolling along a street corner in Budapest with Jeanne, who was dressed similarly. The drizzling rain seemed like a small gift from heaven to this quiet city, bringing it a unique tranquility and peace.

“It’s about a kilometer from this end of the bridge to the parliament building at Gresham Palace. It would take more than ten minutes to walk there, and five or six minutes if you were to run.” Gisela frowned as she checked the road conditions. Jeanne stood beside her, expressionless, holding an umbrella over her while observing the Danube River below.

"How do you plan to enter?" Jeanne took a deep breath and asked Gisela softly.

"Of course I walked."

“However, I have figured out how you will enter, but before that, you will have to make an extra trip to the south.” Gisela’s lips curled up slightly as she looked at Jeanne with her beautiful eyes.

“Hungarians are devout Catholics, and they have great faith in the power of God and the strength of angels, so you can make your entrance in a way that they can accept.” Gisela gently stroked the bridge railing with his index finger.

"Your sense of humor is truly twisted, but do you really think those old guys would be willing to relinquish their power so easily?"

"Yes, I will. If I don't, it will be more difficult for me." Gisela's words seemed to carry a hint of distress, but if you saw the extremely happy expression on her face, you would know that she was actually more hoping for it.

"Jeanne, what are they doing in my palace?" Gisela looked up in the direction of Gresham Palace and asked thoughtfully.

"It's just like the parliament in our French Republic era, where they discuss pointless topics every day without ever reaching a conclusion, then compromise and exchange interests, and then the cycle begins again." From Jeanne's point of view, it's not hard to see that Gisela is clearly a royalist, which explains why she served under Napoleon III.

“Jeanne, remember that parliament is an indispensable tool for governing a country in this era. It’s like the storefront of a shop; no matter how much the interior may not match the facade, it’s still essential to attract customers. It’s also crucial to silence those people and reduce their reasons for criticizing you.” Gisela wasn’t a political science student, and her understanding of politics couldn’t be particularly profound. She could only offer Jeanne some insights based on her limited knowledge and her understanding of future historical patterns.

“Your views unexpectedly align with your personality—hypocritical and despicable.” Jeanne looked at Gisela again with her habitual expression of disdain, a hint of mockery in her golden eyes.

“Then aren’t you too?” After saying that, Gisela came up behind Jeanne and hugged her slender waist, resting her head on Jeanne’s shoulder.

"What are you doing all of a sudden!" Jeanne was so startled that she fell forward. If she hadn't grabbed the railing with both hands, her chin would have hit it. Her umbrella also fell to the ground, and the rain slowly soaked their nun's clothes.

"What color is it today?" Gisela lifted her slender fingers slightly, observing the nun's habit that was faintly visible due to the rain, and then gently slid them across her back. Because of the rain, there were almost no pedestrians on the bridge, which was why Gisela dared to tease Jeanne like this.

"Mind your own business!" Jeanne turned around, her golden eyes filled with displeasure.

"I don't care, I don't care, I just want to play!" Gisela licked her index finger, her smile widening.

"Ladies, do you need any help?" At this moment, a Hungarian policeman appeared at just the right time, salvaging the little dignity that the French Duchess had left.

In his mind, it appeared that one of the women was leaning against the railing because she was feeling unwell, and another woman was supporting her back and taking care of her. So, out of a sense of justice as a police officer, he chose to go over to her.

"Tsk!" Gisela made a soft clicking sound that only she could hear, while Jeanne straightened up in surprise. The two beautiful nuns looked at the policeman with puzzled expressions.

And so, two beautiful ladies came into his view.

A true beauty! At this moment, the policeman could swear to God with all his might that, as a devout Catholic, he had prayed in every church in Budapest and seen countless nuns, but he had never seen anyone so beautiful.

"Ladies, may I ask which church you belong to?" The policeman had only intended to strike up a conversation, but his question, delivered at the perfect moment to the perfect people, carried a completely different meaning.

Discovered and suspected? This was Gisela's first thought. After all, she had secretly infiltrated Budapest, and the entire empire now believed she was still in Italy. She had come in the rain today to personally confirm the route in order to make full preparations for the operation. It would be a huge loss if she were suspected by this young policeman.

The crucial point was that she couldn't remember the name of the church she had infiltrated, so Gisela looked up and pretended to be troubled as she looked at Jeanne beside her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you couldn't speak." The policeman lowered his head and apologized to Gisela with some remorse.

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Chapter 368 The Fall of St. Stephen's Crown and Prussia's Considerations (Seeking Votes)

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you couldn't speak." The policeman lowered his head and apologized to Gisela with some remorse.

Jeanne looked at the policeman in front of her, who had a rich inner monologue, and couldn't help but feel a little happy. After all, dealing with being approached was a troublesome thing, and she didn't want to arouse the other party's suspicion because of her disgusted remarks, so he simply continued to play dumb and threw the trouble to Jeanne.

Similarly, although Jeanne also disliked the matter, she had no other choice under Gisela's insistence.

All I can do is repeat one fact in my heart over and over again: "This family will fall apart without me!"

“Sir, we are nuns from a nearby church, visiting Budapest.” Jeanne didn’t actually remember their names, so she had to use this workaround. This turned out to be a lucky coincidence, because the policeman also assumed they were nuns from out of town, as he was quite familiar with the local churches.

"Would you ladies like me to show you around?" The policeman picked up the umbrella from the ground and looked at the two women expectantly.

After exchanging a few awkward glances, Jeanne and Gisela gave each other an embarrassed but friendly smile.

Charlottenburg Palace in Berlin, the capital of the Kingdom of Prussia

A blonde woman, dressed in a black Prussian military uniform and exuding a dignified and serious aura, walked steadily down the wide corridor, her black boots making a "clack-clack" sound as they tapped on the floor.

She held a letter sent early this morning from the British Embassy in Berlin, preparing to meet with her king.

The news that Russia and Austria were about to sign a defense pact was a bolt from the blue for Prussia, as they were unprepared for a simultaneous war against both Russia and Austria. No one could have imagined that the Russian Empire, after its crushing defeat in Crimea, would recover its strength in less than twenty years. The pain of the emancipation of the serfs in 1861 had now subsided for nearly a decade, and Russia was now far stronger than before, especially in the industrial sector, where it had made remarkable progress.

The “European Gendarmerie” and the “Steam Roller” once again turned their heads to the West. They desperately needed a war to restore their lost prestige and international standing in Crimea and to rebuild the glory they once enjoyed under the Vienna System.

This time, the British approached Prussia again, seeking an alliance with them, just as they had during the Seven Years' War, to jointly confront Austria and Russia.

Unfortunately, Bismarck was no fool. She understood the British calculations better than anyone. The Royal Navy, seemingly powerful at sea, was practically useless on land. To send Prussia to fight against two land powers, Austria and Russia, was tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock. Even Prussia's greatest emperor, Frederick the Great, was destined for defeat when faced with the overwhelmingly superior combined forces of Russia, France, and Austria.

What's more, now? Prussia has already exhausted all its resources preparing for the decisive battle against the Austrians, and now they're being forced to divert troops to fight the Russians. What good is it if the British promise the Ottoman Empire will definitely join the war? Turkey's victory in the Crimean War wasn't solely due to Britain; it also relied on the powerful France. Now, France is embroiled in civil war, and peace seems unlikely in the near future.

Bismarck stopped, took off his military cap, tucked it under his arm, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. At this moment, almost all the important figures of the Kingdom of Prussia were present in the hall.

"Bismarck, I heard you have something important to tell everyone. If you may, let's begin now." The old king's aged voice echoed in the vast hall. At this moment, the ailing old man was extremely weak. His deep-set eyes and skin so thin that he was just skin and bones were enough to show that he was nearing the end.