On August 1, Felletlia was sitting in a carriage home, escorted by Austrian cavalry and Prussian troops loyal to her.

Looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, the scene of escaping Berlin a year ago is still vivid in my mind.

The blue sky and white clouds are green and the grass is green and the water is green. Any breath of air is filled with the smell of freedom.

At that time, she was full of yearning for the future, so happy, so happy, and so naive.

In just one year, Felletlia left for only a year and found that everything had changed.

Although the grass is still like that and the sky is still the blue sky, she is no longer the naive one.

The kingdom's important officials rebelled and their family was imprisoned. She lost almost everything in one day. In the first ten days, she had nightmares almost every day. The dreams were different every time, but the ending was that she died in a bad life. In the following months, the overwhelming negotiations and good and bad thoughts that came every day completely numbed her nerves, so that she had no time to have nightmares.

Before sending troops, Leopold III wanted to mention to her that if the Austrians helped her to restore Berlin, then what she would have to do after returning to Berlin to repay the efforts of the Austrians. Felletlia was eager to restore Berlin and drive the Swedes out, but she was not stupid and she would not betray Prussia. Felletlia was a little rude and even if she had almost written the terms of the robbery, she firmly opposed it. Similarly, the Romans were doing similar things, but they were softer than the Austrians, and the conditions they proposed were even more strange, and even Felletlia could not tell whether it was good or bad.

Originally, Felletlia thought that such negotiations would end after the troops were sent, but who knew that when the main force of Otto's party confronted the Austrians and her supporters in Dresden, the Austrians and Romans asked to modify the clauses again. Later, after the Silesians and Austrians were defeated, the clauses were revised again.

Felletlia didn't know when such a day would end.

But what is funny is that just a few days after she asked such a question, Berlin was liberated.

And the person who revived Berlin was actually that Nickifrus!

The appearance of this guy appeared in his mind, and Felletlia couldn't help frowning. Now Vienna is full of rumors that this guy is ignorant of the overall situation and is cruel and easy to kill.

After defeating the Saxons, he did not attack Dresden, so he ran to occupy West Saxon to satisfy his wealth and robbed the occupied West Saxon soldiers. It is said that the rich West Saxon was turned into ruins, like hell on earth. When the main force of Otto's party attacked, he left Dresden's main force and continued to stay in West Saxon regardless of the overall situation, burning, killing, and looting, which made the coalition unable to quickly

The annihilation of the enemy led to the defeat of the Eastern Austrian army in Silesia. Although he was later persuaded by the Austrians to return to Dresden and participated in the battle to defeat the main force of Otto's one party, he chose Hessen, the weakest combat power, to hire him. He also robbed the fruits of victory that the Austrians worked hard and took advantage of the advantage of having a large number of cavalry. Not only did he capture the main force of Otto's one party, but he also took the opportunity to occupy Berlin!

The Austrians hated the Romans who had stolen their honor, but they were also afraid of this guy because they heard that he had killed thousands of surrendered Prussians in the Oder River and dyed the entire river red. When they were in West Saxony, they caught the local old, weak, women and children and slaughtered them.

But from the letter delivered by Schweilin, Felletlia saw a completely different message. In contrast to the rumors outside, the wise and powerful Austrian army became a group of stupid pigs. He kept complaining about the Austrians delaying the fighter planes and even angrily insulting the Austrians on paper. The old man who was still sober and had always been the mainstay of the army when her father was still sober, but his evaluation of that guy was. "Without him, we might still be in Dresden, and perhaps had failed."

Schweilin could not deceive, but the rumors in Vienna could not be groundless. Moreover, seeing the vast Saxony along the way, Felletlia's judgment of Schweilin became increasingly shaken.

Felletlia cannot tell who is right for the time being. If it is the former, it will be a problem, but if it is the latter, it will not be a minor problem.

"Your Highness, welcome back to Berlin. We have entered the outskirts of Berlin. You can prepare and we can return to the palace of Berlin!" The voice of Hans driving outside the carriage was so pleasant. Faced with this partner who traveled thousands of miles from Constantinople to her side, Felletlia felt that perhaps he was the only one who truly cared about him.

Arriving in Berlin, the scene where everyone came out to greet her together was different from the imagination. Only a few of Schweiling and Prince Dessau came out to greet her. Felletlia herself was told that due to the order of the Roman army commander, everyone discussed important matters in the municipal building opposite the center of the square and could not come to greet her. If they wanted to attend the entire meeting, they could go to the municipal building at will. If they did not intend to go, they could return to the palace.

"Bastard! Who did he think he is! How could he talk to our future king like this in Berlin of our Prussians!" Hans said furiously.

Schweilin looked at Hans in a moving manner: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, no one can come to greet you, but this important matter discussed is really important. It depends on whether we can save Berlin and defeat the main Swedes."

"Oh, since it is related to the safety of Berlin, I have a responsibility as the prince of Prussia. Earl Schweiling, please take us with you." Felletlia nodded to express her understanding. She felt sincerely relieved that everyone could unite in a critical moment.

“As you wish.”

But Felletlia soon noticed in the corridor of the municipal building that the scene was not consistent with her imagination again.

As soon as she walked into the door, she heard a group of people yelling and accusing each other, and the words that were unpleasant.

Where is the unity?

Where is it going to work together?

Felletlia pushed open the door and saw a group of Prussians who were almost eager to swallow the other party. Their camp stood clearly on their opposite sides, with Austrians on one side and a little strange on the other side, but Felletlia soon realized that it was these people who were shrunk turtles when his father was under house arrest! Felletlia quickly captured the group of people who first supported her and ejaculated a look that made her feel difficult to look directly.

Then between the two teams, Felletlia saw the guy who hadn't seen him for several months but had been hearing others say his name recently. Nickifruth.

He was wearing a clean, red and white Roman military uniform. He hadn't seen his black hair longer in a few months. His skin was a little darker than last time he saw it. His face was a little worse, and he could even say he was a little haggard. However, those eyes were still so full of passion and vitality. Felletlia even caught the eyes flashing when she saw her, and a smile broke out from the corner of her mouth. Then Felletlia moved her eyes away.

The noisy hall calmed down quickly, and as the guy across the street knocked the table and slammed the whole hall, people gathered from Felletlia to him.

"People, let's pause the recess and go and welcome our Prussian crown prince in a brief manner."

Welcome? Feletria noticed that the so-called initial supporters were like flies that smelled shit and found their backbone, and they also ran over like flying.

After barely seeing the ceremony, these people focused their descriptions on one thing, that is, arresting all those who once supported Otto's party and confiscated their property. The reason was that they treason! The traitors had no human rights! The Austrians suggested next to them that as princes, Felletlia would be better off now to give away most of the confiscated property and land and reward these hard-working and contributing supporters!

Before Felletlia came here, she heard Schweilin say that there was a conflict between the two sides, and she thought it was a harmless argument. They were all theories for the overall situation. But she did not expect that the conflict between the two sides was so intense that it was so fierce that it was a life-and-death level that the powerful manor Juncker wanted to completely kill the Prussian nobles who had once stood beside Otto.

The Prussian nobles who were on the blacklist knelt in front of Felletlia, and then loudly explained the situation at that time that forced them to surrender to Otto's tyranny. In the end, many people took Otto and the Swedes' withdrawal as their own merits and begged for her forgiveness. There were also no irrational people in the royal party. But these people were divided into several factions due to the intensity of punishment, and instead they quarreled first, and their voices completely suppressed the other two factions.

Seventy or eighty people were talking in the entire convention hall, and they were quarreling in a mess.

In the end, Prince Dessau and Schweilin reluctantly suppressed the quarrel, took the Prussians to the side room, and asked both sides to come out one by one to express their views.

Emotionally, Felletlia hated the Berlin nobles who surrendered to Otto, but reason told her that if it were her, she would probably surrender to Otto as much as these people. The demands made by the royalists who kept joining were nothing, but the purpose hidden behind them made Felletlia feel disgusted.

However, the Romans obviously did not have the intention of letting them close the Prussians to resolve the internal dispute. For more than three hours, the person in Felletlia's memory who was very close to Nichifrus came to knock on the door of the room where they were in the meeting.

"Our general asked me to tell you, it's time to return to the hall and everyone hasn't finished."

"Go back? Why! Our prince is back!"

"Yes, Berlin is our Prussian place!"

"That's it! You Romans are in our Prussia, we are the masters and you are the guests. Why do you command us!"

"This is how you Prussians treat us? OK, I will tell our generals truthfully. But before that, I will also tell you that the Swedes are coming, just 163 kilometers away. Whether you come or not, you can do whatever you want."

The Romans closed the door, and everyone in the room looked at each other. Finally, Prince Dessau said, "Your Highness, we think we are better off going to listen to the latest information."

Felletlia expressed her approval, so everyone surrounded her and returned to the hall where the Austrians were already waiting.

When she sat down, she heard the Romans share the latest information.

15,000 Swedish kings** led by their king Carl Twelve to join forces with Otto's party, a total of 17,000 people are coming to Berlin. In less than four days, they will arrive outside Berlin.

"I wonder what everyone has to think?"

Any other thoughts? Of course, it is to defend Berlin! Felletlia subconsciously thought when she heard the guy's question.

The Austrians looked at each other, and then Count Sylvius de Caprara spoke on behalf of the Austrians: "The Swedes first defeated the famous general Baden-Baden Marquis, and their troops were very powerful. I think we should still..."

"Avoid the edge for the time being. Then save your strength, right?"

The Austrian said the first half of the sentence, and Felletlia saw the guy say the second half of the sentence for Austria.

"Yes! Retreat, and then join the forces of Dresden."

"If you Austrians do not withdraw, we still have the advantage of military strength. Now when you leave, we and the Romans will have less than 15,000 people! Do you know what kind of situation will you bring us when you withdraw?" Prince Dessau's second son stared at Austria angrily and shouted.

"You can also retreat with us. We still have 6,000 people in Dresden. When we retreat to Dresden, we will not be afraid of the Swedes. Now in Berlin, although we have the advantage of military strength, there are only more than 1,000 people." The Austrians explained God's actions to their God.

The Prussian nobles shouted angrily: "Don't you know the meaning of our loss of Berlin!"

"This is for the sake of the overall situation. You should know that it is the Swedish Karl Twelve, the Swedish king who became famous in the battle of Poland. If you don't believe it, not long ago, he defeated the Baden Marquis! He defeated 17,000 with 13,000 people. We now only have one or two thousand more people. We cannot guarantee victory at all! So the best action is to retreat, retreat to Dresden, and Berlin is lost, and we can take it back!"

"Earl Capra makes sense."

“Yes.”

What's going on with the Austrians?

Felletlia stared at the Austrians in surprise. Even if she was not interested in the military, she still knew that she could not take Berlin back and threw it away all at once. Isn’t this a joke that made others laugh! Berlin is the capital of the Prussian Kingdom, and the royalist party’s regaining the capital is of great significance. As long as the Swedes resisted the invasion, she will soon be able to justify the military forces of the entire kingdom to fight against the Swedes. How could they escape because the Swedes came and did not even compete! Didn’t they defeat the main force of Otto’s party in Dresden in front of them? Why didn’t they have any backbone!

What’s even more hateful is the passionate manor Junker that was in front of her the moment before. When the Austrians said they would run away, they immediately expressed that the Austrians were extremely wise. Once these people ran away, there would be even fewer troops left behind in Berlin!

"Earl Schweiling?"

"Prince Dessau?"

Felletlia called the two of them helplessly, and the two who were named shook their heads one after another. It was indeed difficult to deal with the Swedes.

Damn it, if you really want to be kicked out in a mess just after returning to Berlin?

"You Austrians come and go just these few words, so you can't say anything else? To be honest, I wondered, long before the time came, I knew that no matter how many Swedes came, you would preserve your strength and retreat. In this case, why should you still hold on to the atonement of the Berlin nobles? Anyway, if they betray them again on the battlefield, you will not betray you."

The Roman who brought the bad news to everyone left the seat, and he coldly swept the faces of the Prussians and Austrians who had just shouted.

"I can't do it, let's escape from Berlin like a coward, and I can't do it, either! We are Romans, we will stay. No reason! Just because the command from Constantinople is to ask me! My 33rd Spartan Legion fights for the glory of Rome in the land of Germany! Escape is shamed for our thousand-year empire! No Roman with a sense of honor for Roman citizens will do it! So, if the Swedes come, we will

Fight to the death with them here! Even if all of you are gone, we will remain! For the honor of Rome, if I cannot use my hands, the hands of all the Romans of the 33rd Spartan Legion smashed the so-called invincible Swedish king into pieces, then let us Romans die in this German land for the honor of Rome, and wait for the later Romans to remember the hatred of this failure! Have you heard it? This is our voice and our will! Romans!"

Strong arms raised high!

"Rome!"

In the conference hall, countless arms were raised above their shoulders.

"Long live!!!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!