She changed Europe

Page 22

……

(Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme)

"(Between saltwater and the sea)" As the last keyword appeared, the melodious piano music and song reached their final climax.

"(Please give my regards to a girl there)"

(She will be my true love)

“(She will eventually be my love)” Gisela closed her eyes because tears were welling up in them, but she absolutely could not shed a tear, because she had her own pride.

As Gisela finished playing, the guests fell silent, and even Chloris looked at the blonde Austrian princess with a hint of surprise.

The song was so beautiful that she never imagined Gisela could weave such a beautiful, ethereal, and epic piece of music in such a short time. The poignant feeling was just like that of someone truly missing their lover. What's even more interesting is that she made good use of those five keywords.

After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted. The guests spontaneously clapped for Gisela, and some middle-aged people and women who were deeply moved even shed tears of emotion.

The true Vienna Rose, this song performed by this beautiful princess is the best gift that Vienna, the music capital, has given to Berlin.

Gisela gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, regaining her composure as she smiled at the guests before giving a graceful nod. Little did she know, with her outstanding performance today, how many lavish praises she would receive from admirers in the future. Nor did she know that her marital fate would become a matter of utmost concern for the entire world.

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I'm feeling unwell and will have to leave now." Having released her emotions, Gisela just wanted to go back to her room and rest in her bed.

Although the crowd was reluctant to see Gisela leave, they still bid her farewell. After leaving the hall, Gisela did not rush back to her carriage, but instead chose to go to the dressing room to pick some flowers first.

As Gisela walked down the corridor leading to the dressing room, she noticed a woman lying in the corridor. Out of her sense of chivalry towards women, she decided to go over and check on the woman's condition. After all, it was winter, and it would be ridiculous if she froze to death in the corridor.

“Hey lady! Are you alright?” Gisela first patted the other woman’s shoulder, and when there was no response, she raised her hand, put it through the woman’s shoulder, and flipped her over so that she was facing up to confirm her identity.

When Gisela's gaze fell upon the face of the woman lying dead.

Gisela was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but curse the god's perverse sense of humor in her heart. After her scumbag maid Rita, another familiar face appeared before her.

The other person had fair skin and blue eyes, outstanding temperament, a powerful aura, and a stunning figure. However, he was currently unconscious, and Gisela could only see the decadence in him.

But regardless, she does bear a striking resemblance to the Ironblood Persian Cat from the Kantai Collection game I play. If I had to pinpoint the last resemblance, it would be that Bismarck couldn't possibly be this drunk...

"Hiccup!" A burp, utterly lacking in ladylike manners and carrying a strange smell, wafted towards Gisela. Upon seeing the overturned beer bottle on the ground, Gisela stared at Bismarck (tentative name) with a black line on her face, and immediately wanted to curse a few German swear words in her mind.

PS1: The background music in the "Three Questions of Doomsday" version is even better when played together.

PS2: This is practically Gisela's ultimate crush, lol.

Chapter 78 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Captain 12, Madam, Do You Need Help?

"Madam, do you need help?"

"Drinking like this is bad for your health!" Gisela said, looking at the blonde woman in front of her with a hint of helplessness.

It's worth noting that Bismarck is a star figure in European politics today, with countless admirers. If her admirers were to see her in such a disheveled state, it would probably shatter all their beautiful fantasies about the Prime Minister's daughter!

After all, no one wants their idol or role model to be this slovenly drunkard!

"I'm not drunk!" Bismarck instinctively slapped Gisela's wrist away and rolled over.

“That’s what people who drink a lot say.” Gisela had seen too many drinking parties in her past life, so she didn’t believe what the other person said. Besides, she was a kind-hearted person and of course she wouldn’t easily throw a blonde “big sister” into the aisle to fend for herself.

The Prussians were truly audacious; it's ironic that no one noticed such an important figure in the corridor.

"Enough talk, I've only just begun." Bismarck pushed Gisela away again, then swayed as he tried to pick up the empty wine bottle from the ground. He was clearly still somewhat conscious, but not much.

"Bang!" As if to confirm Gisela's guess, the blonde woman in front of her collapsed to the ground and fell fast asleep.

"She's quite a troublesome lady. Luckily, we're in the manor. If you were this oblivious on the street, you might get..." You can't expect everyone to be as gentlemanly as Gisela. No matter the era, there are always some people who can't control their lower bodies and do some very immoral things.

"Never mind, for the sake of the friendship between our two countries." Gisela looked around but couldn't find any servants. After all, the manor was hosting a banquet and was short-staffed. The servants must have all gone to the hall to greet the guests.

After nearly a year of living there, Gisela had come to a profound understanding that the so-called nobility were a group of people who were obsessed with saving face and suffered for it. If she asked the servants for help at this time, the Prime Minister would definitely lose face. It would be better to take her to a room to rest herself.

Following this line of thought, Gisela slipped her arms through the blonde woman's arms and dragged her toward a room deep in the corridor.

Magic has three benefits: strengthening the body, improving health, and maintaining youthful appearance. Of course, this only applies to women. Men do not value the aging of their appearance as much. After all, a man's maturity is supported by his cultivation and experience, at least that's the general perception.

Gisela, who was dragging Bismarck, inexplicably thought of some lines that sounded like they came from a TV commercial. As a magical being, she was already able to use magical energy to enhance her body in a simple way. It was this ability that allowed her, at only 12 years old, to drag an adult woman along.

"This is it. Just throw this somewhat unreliable prime minister into the room and we'll be all set." Gisela pushed open the oak door and entered the room. Since there was no electric light, Gisela had to pick up a matchbox from the table near the door and light the candle.

"Persian cat, just lie there and don't move." Gisela used all her strength to throw Ms. Bismarck directly onto the bed, then pushed out the matchbox, picked up a match and tried to light it.

Gisela picked up the first match, rubbed it four times, but it still wouldn't light. She skillfully tossed the match to the ground. The second match failed to light as well, as did the third and fourth.

"That's strange, could it be damp?" Gisela walked to the window and examined the matchbox by the faint moonlight. But that shouldn't be the case; checking the matches was an essential task for the servants who cleaned the rooms every day, since in this era, indoor lighting at night still largely relied on candles.

"Fine, if it won't light, then forget it. Anyway, I should go." Gisela took off her little hat and let her ears out to breathe a little. After all, it wasn't very comfortable to hide them for a long time. Just as she was about to turn around, a pair of hands grabbed her back and a huge force pushed her down onto the carpet.

"What are you going to do!" Gisela exclaimed in alarm.

Beside the carriage outside the manor—

Rita, who had channeled her emotions into her appetite, was in a state of great comfort. In a good mood, she was now walking lightly to the carriage to wait for her prince to arrive.

This was a wonderful day, because not only did I get to indulge my stomach, but I also heard His Highness play music again after many years. Double the joy intertwined, making it a truly dreamlike and blissful time. However…

A malevolent Prussian princess with ill intentions has appeared!

The woman's name seemed to be Chloris?

Why is she walking this way? Obviously, she didn't come here to see her, so who is she here to see? As Rita thought this, a smile appeared on her face, but a sense of vigilance arose in her heart, a state that only arises when facing an "enemy".

"Greetings, Princess Chloris. May I ask what brings you here to see my princess?" Rita was very polite, but she emphasized the word "my princess" as if she were making a declaration.

Chloris didn't seem to care. After carefully observing the tall Rita in front of her, she calmly said, "Some things about the secret cooperation between the two royal families."

Chloris maintained her composure, as she skillfully answered Rita's question. She not only explained her purpose but also used the special nature of her royal cooperation to exclude Rita, an outsider, from the matter. This was truly the art of speaking.

"Oh? Her Highness once told me that she could delegate all matters concerning noble social interactions to me, because I am her approved personal maid and also her 'companion.' Or is it that Her Highness Chloris does not consider herself a true noble, and therefore wants to bypass me to meet with my Highness?"

Nobles are a proud group of people, and at this moment they certainly wouldn't lose their dignity as nobles for the sake of some personal thoughts. Rita had precisely grasped this common psychology that exists in the hearts of most nobles and said these words.

Of course, Gisela did say something like that. She didn't like participating in meaningless aristocratic activities. However, Rita, out of her own selfish desires, categorized Chloris's invitation as a meaningless aristocratic activity, since she believed that she was protecting her princess!

PS1: A lamb enters the tiger's mouth

Chapter 79 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 13 Bismarck is a Bad Woman (Seeking Votes)

"Tsk!" Chloris raised an eyebrow and clicked her tongue slightly in dissatisfaction. She hadn't expected that the Austrian princess's attendant would be so troublesome.

However, if her problem is not resolved, it seems that she will be unable to say what she wants to say or do what she wants to do, which is intolerable for Chloris, who is highly organized and goal-oriented.

"Your name is Rita, right?" Chloris took a step forward, revealing a wicked smile, then walked up to Rita and expertly placed her hand on the other's shoulder...

When the two were facing off, they returned to their room in the manor.

"Bismarck, what are you doing? Let go of me!" Gisela glared angrily at the blonde woman who had grabbed her waist from behind. Who would have thought that this woman, who had been sleeping like a log just moments before, would suddenly appear behind her like a ghost and knock her to the ground in such a terrible way?

Is this woman trying to start a war? The Second Dynastic War was started because of this woman!

"Little cutie, stop struggling. Do you know why I haven't been willing to find a man I like and get married all these years?" Clearly, our Prime Minister has not sobered up from the effects of alcohol, but is in a semi-drunk state, and the biggest characteristic of this state is that he is prone to "revealing his true feelings, or you could call it talking nonsense."

"Whether you get married or not has nothing to do with me, let go!" The clever Gisela realized something and was more willing to believe the Prime Minister and treat her as someone else.

"No! I need to tell you that you are very important to me!"

"???" Looking at the serious-looking Prime Minister and her perfect face so close to hers, Gisela fell into a brief silence. Of course, she also realized that even if she tried to struggle, she still could not break free from the woman's restraint. After all, the other party was also a powerful magic user.

"My little darling, saying such heartless words only makes me want to bully you more, because my anger towards you is like my country's anger towards your country!" The Prime Minister pressed his abundant heart against Gisela's chest, the soft impact sending a strange, electric shock into Gisela's mind. Bismarck pressed his body against Gisela's, then whispered in her ear.

The scent, a blend of alcohol and women's perfume, was like a sweet and dangerous poison, trying to break down Gisela's last shred of resistance. Gisela knew very well the allure of the woman before her, after all, she looked just like her "wife."

"Do you know how much I've sacrificed for this country?" Bismarck gently stroked Gisela's face. The movement had caused her hat to fall off, revealing her fox ears.

"I must have drunk too much, to be able to see an Eastern magic user here..." Bismarck muttered to himself as his hand wandered downwards, trying to find another characteristic of the Eastern magic user.

As for why Bismarck was so knowledgeable, it was naturally closely related to her early studies in Oriental studies. Most people may not know that Bismarck was actually an expert on Oriental affairs.

"You!" Gisela, who had wanted to resist, was instantly targeted by Bismarck. With her tail being grabbed, Gisela's so-called will to resist vanished instantly. Of course, this made Bismarck quite satisfied at this moment, and she liked this feeling of being in control of everything.

"From the moment Frederick the Great opened Pandora's box, this country was destined to embark on a path of bloodshed and war from which there is no return." Bismarck spoke, but the movement of twirling his tail did not falter in the slightest.

"What Germany needs is unification, but not purely through war. When Moltke and I were alive, we could still control the Junker nobles and the kingdom's generals. The army was clear-headed, not blind. But what about after we are gone? Who can control a war machine that cannot be steered? A Germany unified by Junker generals is a deformed and unhealthy Germany, and in the future, it will only lead this country and its people into the abyss of confrontation with the world." Perhaps under the influence of alcohol, Bismarck uttered these thoughts that he had never told anyone before.

"Isn't there any other way?" Out of curiosity about the fate of this country and nation, and also thinking of the two tragic world wars that followed, Gisela suddenly felt that the future might be able to be changed.

"Yes! But..." However, it was completed by the more moderate Austria. Austria did not establish itself as a militaristic nation, which would have a different impact on the development of Germany. Unfortunately, Bismarck would not say such a possibility, nor could she say it. She could not betray her position and class.

"Alright, my little darling, just take these words as my nonsense. Now, let's do something more interesting together, shall we?" Bismarck put his arm around Gisela's waist and pulled her into his arms, trying to touch her pink lips.

About ten minutes later—

"Creak!" The door opened, but it wasn't Chloris or Rita who opened it, as the two were still facing off downstairs. There were many maids in the manor, just like now...

"Luckily, His Highness didn't check today; he forgot to change the matches." A maid carrying a candle quietly slipped into the room, only to find boots and high heels carelessly discarded in front of the door.

"Is someone in here?" A subtle sound came from the darkness. Out of curiosity, the maid slowly approached until a bizarre scene came into her view: Bismarck, the most outstanding prime minister of the Kingdom of Prussia, was embracing the Austrian princess, whose expression was extremely bad, in a very subtle way.

The princess's superb performance just now left a deep impression on the maid, who had already idolized her. And then…

"Aa ...

Upon hearing the screams, Rita and Chloris downstairs tacitly abandoned the potential "conflict" and used their magical energy to rush towards the direction from which the sound came.

The maid's scream was like a violin played by an amateur; the sound was sharp and piercing, yet it echoed throughout the entire manor.

Just before arriving, Chloris seemed to remember something and turned to run towards the lobby, intending to calm the guests down. Rita, on the other hand, used her enhanced jumping ability to swing directly from the small balcony on the first floor to the large open-air balcony in the middle of the second floor. She then entered the corridor and headed towards the direction from which the sound came. As someone with extensive combat experience, Rita knew all too well that for suspicious individuals who had infiltrated the place, a quick and unconventional response was the best way to deal with them.

PS1: There are too many bad women in Prussia!

Chapter 80 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 14 Your Highness, you don't want to either? (Seeking votes and collections)

The maid's screams also completely jolted Gisela, who was in a daze, and Bismarck, who was drunk and bleary-eyed. Seemingly awakened to the risk management, the Prime Minister leaped off Gisela, rolled in front of the maid, swept her down with a leg kick, and then used a physical amnesia technique on the back of her neck.

Gisela was stunned by his breathtaking skill, and didn't even realize the mess on her dress, the scattered straps, or the red marks on her neck.

"You weren't drunk at all? You were doing it on purpose?!" This was the only question Gisela wanted to know at that moment.

"Shh! Someone's coming." Bi 2 笼二仪拌溜巴侕斯麦 immediately covered Gisela's mouth, lifted her up in a very orthodox princess carry, and then, after carefully observing the surroundings with a serious gaze, carried Gisela and crashed headfirst into the huge cabinet in the room.

"You...!" Gisela struggled desperately, because she didn't like being led by the nose, even if the other person was a beautiful older sister, she should be in control!

"Your Highness, you don't want outsiders to know what just happened, do you?" Bismarck looked at Gisela with a serious expression, pressed her thigh directly between Gisela's feet, and used her height advantage to pin Gisela against the inside wall of the wardrobe.

"???" Did you, Bismarck, study in Japan? How come you know this stuff? Shouldn't you be saying these things yourself? Gisela couldn't help but complain in her heart, but for the sake of her reputation, she chose to shut her mouth, hold her breath, and secretly peek through the crack towards the direction of the room door.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared in Gisela's sight. Rita, who had drawn her dagger, was seriously examining the room's furnishings. She first knelt down and placed her hand on the unconscious maid's nose to check for breathing. After finding that the maid's breathing was steady, she breathed a sigh of relief and then sheathed the dagger in the scabbard strapped to the inside of the maid's thigh.

If the enemy didn't kill the maid, it meant the opponent wasn't a ruthless assassin, and therefore the threat to His Highness wasn't so great. With this in mind, Rita slowly walked to the window and first checked its condition.

"It doesn't seem like I left through the window, but I came from the corridor, and theoretically, I blocked the corridor passageway, so there's only one possibility..."

"Wait a minute, matches?" Rita bent down and noticed the matches scattered on the ground.

"Why are there matches here? And they seem a little damp." Unlike Gisela, who remained lazy even after two lifetimes, the experienced Rita quickly assessed the condition of the matches. Considering the box of matches also in the hands of the unconscious maid, Rita could easily deduce what the maid had just experienced.

It must have been for work purposes (changing matches) when the maid unknowingly entered the room and happened to witness something terrible. She was then struck on the back of the neck by a mysterious person in the room and lost consciousness.

Rita looked toward the deeper part of the room with a question in her eyes.

"These are His Highness's high heels!?" Surprise was undisguised on Rita's face because the worst thing had happened to her: her Highness might have been kidnapped, otherwise there would be no explanation for the high heels on the ground.

But you shouldn't love him. His Highness is a demon wielder, and ordinary people shouldn't think they can easily do anything to him.

"Wait a minute, why is there another pair of women's boots besides Her Highness's? And they're Prussian military boots." After thinking for a moment, Rita angrily stomped her foot on the ground, picked up the two shoes, and walked outside. Rita was clearly convinced that Her Highness Gisela's disappearance must be inextricably linked to that neurotic Prussian princess.

My earlier argument with myself must have been a stalling tactic to prevent me from going to see His Highness immediately. Damn it! Rita, enraged by Gisela's disappearance, even briefly considered killing that Prussian princess named Chloris.

Of course, if a conflict were to actually break out, Rita wasn't confident that she, as a mage, could defeat Chloris, who was a mage user.

After watching Rita leave, Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief and released his hands from Gisela's grasp. However, due to the space in the cabinet, the leg stuck between Gisela's legs could not be pulled back, and the two could only continue to maintain this awkward position.

"Your Highness, please don't rub your legs against my thighs, it makes me very..." Bismarck, who had been awakened, was no longer drunk. Instead, his tone was stern and his expression was very serious, as if his previous appearance was all an illusion.

"I didn't!" Gisela denied somewhat awkwardly, but her voice still trembled slightly.

Of course, her behavior wasn't due to Gisela's strange hobby, even though she admitted to having a slight foot fetish, and Bismarck's legs, outlined in black stockings, were undeniably alluring. What concerned him was his long-standing... well, Gisela's initial goal was to pick flowers.

"Then Your Highness may speak plainly. I am not the kind of person who is heartless."

"Then I...want...to...go...to...the...toilet..." Gisela hadn't finished speaking when someone else entered the room. To avoid being exposed, Bismarck had no choice but to cover Gisela's mouth and continue in the same position.

Gisela could only feel her head buzzing. She had no idea what she had done wrong today. She never thought that it would be more troublesome for a girl to hold back that kind of thing than for a boy.

"Chloris, did you do this?" Rita picked up Bismarck's boots and questioned Chloris, who had just come up from downstairs. At this moment, Rita didn't even add the word "Your Highness," clearly indicating that she was extremely angry.

“I admit these are boots from the women’s military uniform of the Kingdom of Prussia, but Miss Rita, do you really think you can assert that Your Highness’s disappearance is related to me based solely on these boots?”

“My princess was doing well in Vienna, but she disappeared from your manor on the very first day she arrived in Berlin. Who else could it be but you!” Rita drew her knife and pressed it against Chloris’s neck.

“Miss Rita, please understand one thing: we have no reason to harm your prince. Prussia is a great power in Europe. We would never resort to such clumsy tactics as kidnapping or assassinating members of his royal family, which would only bring diplomatic trouble upon ourselves. Besides, we are allies.” The analysis was rational, but rational analysis is only useful to equally rational people. However, Rita, who was only focused on finding Gisela, was clearly not such a rational person.