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"I actually have another path for us to choose from: Prussia and Austria could cooperate and work together to change Germany." Historically, Prussia and Austria had such an opportunity during the reign of Holy Roman Emperor Charles VI, when her daughter was the future Empress Theresa. Regarding her marriage, some have suggested the possibility of her marrying Frederick II, the future King of Prussia (the Great). Of course, this was ultimately thwarted by the nobles of both countries, but if it had actually happened, the union of the Habsburgs and Hohenzollerns could have accelerated German unification by centuries.

After all, Frederick the Great possessed superb military talent and ambition, but unfortunately, Prussia was weak and Austria was strong but lacked generals and ambition.

“Your Highness, this is impossible. Our Junker nobles and your Austrian nobles would never allow such a thing to happen, just as they did hundreds of years ago.”

“Yes, theoretically it’s impossible, but that’s under normal circumstances. Did I say it was through normal means?” Gisela’s lips curled up slightly.

"Since the Prussian Junkers are hindering this possibility, then let's deal with them. Of course, you don't need to do it yourself; you still need to be the dutiful prime minister as before. Leave the rest to me." In fact, the method is very simple: to completely crush the Prussian army that is bound to attack the Empire, of course, by using all the resources that Gisela has already prepared.

The reason she told Bismarck all this was quite simple: Gisela offered the Iron Chancellor another possibility for unifying Germany. As for how to choose, that was up to Bismarck. However, Gisela had reason to believe that a smart man like Bismarck would naturally come to a very reasonable answer in his heart.

The Austrian Empire had the best chance to do all this, but the Habsburg dynasty, complacent with the status quo, missed the opportunity. Gisela, however, would not.

"I understand. Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness. I will draw my own conclusions and make my own choices." Such heartfelt words might have made a weak-willed person a traitor, but the target was the formidable Bismarck, and Gisela had not expected to win her over with just a few words.

"By the way, Miss Bismarck, did you see my maids last night?"

"Your maid..." Bismarck was momentarily speechless, unsure how to answer the princess's question. After all, what her princess had done last night was far too disgraceful—making advances on someone else's maid. But the crucial point was that she knew Chloris's strange fetish for women.

Just then, Rita and Aponia, who were walking side by side in the corridor, noticed Nina and went up to greet her. When they learned that Gisela was nearby, their expressions became quite interesting.

Rita's face was extremely pale. She lowered her head and looked at Gisela, who was chatting with Bismarck in the distance, with a guilty expression.

Although Aponia had no expression, she kept clutching the cross hanging on her chest and muttering to herself, as if she were earnestly repenting for something.

As for Jeanne, sorry, she's still fast asleep. Shahrador, on the other hand, disappeared without a trace long ago, and nobody knows where she went.

The equally sinful Chloris is still fast asleep. Her actions last night have undoubtedly cuckolded countless people. If it had to be summarized in one sentence, it would be this: from Provence to Rome, from Vienna to Constantinople, the green hats of these ancient European cities are slowly being lowered.

PS1: In fact, the Bismarck I portrayed in the previous text is quite different from the historical Bismarck. The historical Bismarck was actually very close to the Junkers and also had a very impulsive side. In my book, while retaining her strengths, I also made her more rational and farsighted. You could say this Bismarck is a PLS version of that "old geezer".

PS2: Do you guys play Delta Force?

Chapter 392 The Rebirth of the Two-Headed Eagle: Capter 11 Chloris's Style (Seeking Votes)

Three days later, the port of Venice in the Austrian Empire

Within the Empire lie two major ports: one is Trieste, the anchorage of the Imperial Navy and, consequently, the Empire's most important strategic military port. The other is Venice, a legacy of a naval queen who once dominated the Mediterranean and intimidated the coastal nations. To this day, it continues to fulfill its role as a vital port in the Mediterranean region, the only difference perhaps being that the glorious Venetian Commercial Republic is now a thing of the past.

Standing on the breakwater of the lagoon, Gisela could see the towering dome of St. Mark's Basilica and the imposing arches of the Doge's Palace in the distance. For some reason, a strange thought flashed through her mind: "The Doge of Venice should all be hanged." Although Gisela wasn't a die-hard Roman Catholic, she was still heavily influenced by a certain Swedish game and always felt contempt for this traitor who led the Crusades against his own brethren. (This refers to the Fourth Crusade.)

"I want to go, stay at the Doge's Palace for a couple of days." What's the ultimate way to mock the Venetians? It's to move into the Doge's Palace as their "royal family," then demolish St. Marco Polo's Church and transport everything back to Vienna for exhibition, just like those bandit merchants did centuries ago. Unfortunately, it's been nearly a century since Napoleon's conquest, and the Venetians themselves have probably come to terms with it.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Gisela raised her left hand, checked the time, then used her left hand to lift her skirt and her right hand to press down on her hat before preparing to walk forward.

"Leo, Rita, help me with my suitcase." Gisela instructed the black-haired woman in men's clothing and the gray-haired maid beside her, while looking up to observe the cruise ship that was dozens of stories high. In order to play her role well, Gisela had no choice but to hand her suitcase to Nina.

"Your Highness, do I not need to come along this time?" Aponia looked at Gisela with a serious expression, making Gisela hesitate. After all, Aponia's loyalty had stood the test recently, and the cooperation with Otto was more pleasant than expected.

"Yes, you'll stay in Vienna this time to monitor those who want to break free from my control." Gisela's intentions were clear; she simply wanted Aponia to monitor Jeanne. Although she had threatened Jeanne before leaving, saying she had poisoned her daily food and that she would soon die if she stopped taking it, it was always good to have an extra layer of protection, given Aponia's considerable strength.

“Hana has already arrived in London, and with their cooperation, I can handle most problems. You can continue your work in Vienna.” Gisela slowly walked up to Aponia and nodded expectantly to the woman.

Another person who came to Venice to see Gisela off was Chloris. This princess casually abandoned Bismarck and followed Gisela to Venice. Although she would not go to London, it did not stop her from standing here.

At this moment, Chloris still maintained that ambiguous, detached expression, as if she were observing life with a smile, while for some reason, Rita and Aponia tacitly kept their distance from her.

“By the way, Aponia, Rita. I was wondering the other day, do you two have some kind of grudge against Chloris?” Gisela tilted her head and looked at the two of them with some confusion. She really couldn’t understand why her two maids were so wary of Chloris.

“That’s because Princess Chloris…” Just as Aponia was about to recount everything that happened that day, Chloris yawned, raised her right hand, and straightened her index and middle fingers together. The information conveyed by this action immediately silenced Aponia.

“The weather is really nice today, isn’t it? My dear, it’s a pity that we Prussia have nothing, whether it’s the people or the cities, they are all dull and lack human touch.” As if her words were pointed, Chloris slowly walked towards Gisela.

Although Nina didn't know why this Chloris called her cousin and wife "darling," they were both women after all, so such an intimate address didn't make her feel uncomfortable at all.

In any case, they were just pretending to be a couple, and she was only fulfilling the duties that her brother had failed to do. In Nina's view, the significance of this matter was itself a kind of inheritance of her brother's spirit.

"Hmm!" Gisela responded indifferently to Chloris's words.

"This time you let me attend the wedding without saying a word to me." Chloris said, putting on a very aggrieved look, with tears seemingly welling up in her scarlet eyes.

"Alright, alright, it was my fault." Seeing Chloris looking so aggrieved for the first time, Gisela actually wavered a little, after all, she couldn't bear to see a beautiful girl wronged.

Just then, in Gisela's blind spot, Chloris's lips curled up slightly, and then she used her hand to wrap her arms around Gisela's waist, pulling her into her embrace.

"What are you doing! There are so many outsiders here." Gisela whispered a reminder to Chloris. Because they were standing on the dock, there were a lot of tourists coming and going. Fortunately, because she was wearing a hat and a long dress, no one recognized Gisela. But whether out of curiosity or for other reasons, everyone's eyes were on the two beautiful women embracing.

"Relax, they won't say anything." Chloris observed Gisela's embarrassed state with a mischievous expression. At this moment, her mood and the suppressed emotions of the past few days were released and satisfied.

"They, especially my 'husband,' are still watching me!" Gisela had no choice but to use Nina as a shield at this point, but when had this tactic ever worked on Chloris?

"Is that so?" Chloris glanced at the black-haired "man" beside her. Then, she cupped Gisela's face in her hand and, in full view of everyone, kissed Gisela, beginning her groping scheme. To complement her actions, she slowly slid her hand down from Gisela's waist, stopping at Gisela's buttocks and giving it a light pinch.

A moment later, their lips parted, and Chloris nodded contentedly. Gisela took a step back, somewhat embarrassed, and then grabbed Rita's shoulder to steady herself. Perhaps it was the fatigue from wearing high heels, but Gisela had to admit that she had been taken advantage of by this woman once again.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 393 The Two-Headed Eagle's Rebirth: Capter 12 The Queen and Her Daughters

"Thank you for your hospitality." Chloris gracefully took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. IV Zero Oddity Temple

“Sir, your wife will definitely have a natural birth,” Chloris said in a very teasing tone. Gisela couldn’t help but think that if she added something like, “Sir, if you can’t do it, I can do it,” then Chloris’s blond hair would be confirmed. Luckily, she was a woman.

Gisela took a deep breath and inadvertently glanced at Rita beside her. She noticed that her maid, who was usually gentle, virtuous, elegant, and capable, seemed to have a strange expression today. Her purple eyes seemed to flicker with unease, anxiety, and anger. Don't ask Gisela how she could detect these emotions; after all, she possessed a skill called cold reading.

It's just that when you've been in a position of power for a long time, you sometimes don't need to care too much about what others think. After all, unlike ordinary people, most of the time others are catering to you, and you don't need to consider their feelings too much. Now, I suddenly remembered that Gisela used this skill on Rita.

"Is that so? But this is a family matter between my wife and me, so there's no need for you, an outsider, to concern yourself with it. I'll make sure she gets pregnant in the future, after all, I'm her husband." For some reason, Gisela seemed to sense a hint of anger and impatience in Nina's tone.

“We should go. How much longer are you going to stay with this Prussian woman?” Nina said, grabbing Gisela’s wrist rather roughly, and then walked up the gangway toward the ship.

The onlookers on the dock witnessed a spectacular show: a woman and a "man" vying for another woman, and more importantly, the woman being fought over was the man's wife. Two maids nearby seemed to have also been drawn into this strange contest. What's even more amazing is that all the women involved were stunning beauties, making the show incredibly captivating.

"Have a safe journey." Chloris smiled gracefully and offered her blessings to the three people boarding the ship, and Aponia said the same.

Meanwhile, in the Royal Navy port of Valletta, Malta, a red-haired woman dressed in casual clothes boarded the Royal Navy transport ship HMS Olympia.

"Miss, have a pleasant holiday," the dutiful old butler offered his best wishes to Nelson. He was unable to return to London with Nelson because he had to manage the Nelson family's estate in Valletta.

"Thank you, John. I'll bring you a few more packs of your favorite cigarettes from London when the holidays are over."

"General Nelson, have a pleasant holiday." Similarly, her staff from the Mediterranean Fleet Command stood in a row to express their best wishes to Nelson.

"Thank you everyone. During my absence, matters will be handled by my adjutant, Major General George Howard." Nelson smiled and nodded to his adjutant.

"You must all swear to defend the interests of the British Empire in the Mediterranean, and ensure that Her Majesty's Trident of the Sea will forever rule the seas."

And of course, let's not forget our Royal Navy motto: "No one has said anything more inspiring than Sarah Nelson, the descendant of that great man. That great soldier who sacrificed his life for his country decades ago is an eternal faith and totem in the hearts of countless Royal Navy sailors."

Soon the horn sounded, and under the watchful eyes of countless soldiers and colleagues, Nelson's ship left the port and headed towards her homeland, which she hadn't returned to in a long time and which she longed for.

Cornwall, Devon, England

On a lush, green lawn, Queen Victoria, with her long hair tied back and dressed casually, was enjoying her rare vacation. She had left the court, Parliament, and all the mundane affairs of state behind to enjoy life here, inviting local nobles for a polo match; golf was also one of her favorite pastimes.

In London, she is the Queen of Britain and the Empress of India, using the world as a chessboard to compete with all the powerful nations. But here, she is just an ordinary woman who can freely give her all and her youth, and perhaps meet her destined one. Of course, the latter is highly unlikely to happen, since no one in Britain dares to pursue Her Majesty the Queen unless they want to be thrown into the Thames.

At this moment, Victoria glanced with a smile at the girl in the distance who, like Nelson, had covered one eye with an eyepatch, before looking in another direction. It's worth noting that unlike Nelson's battle wounds, the girl in the distance was simply pursuing a hobby.

The Princess of Wales, whose real name is Cana Augustus Frederick, is, as she has shown before, a complete chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), but unlike when she was in high school, she is now 18 years old and an adult. However, her chuunibyou personality hasn't changed much.

"Big brother! Nice!" With a deafening cheer from the Prince of Wales's "lackeys," the Prince of Wales successfully sent the white polo ball into the opponent's goal.

The Prince of Wales smiled broadly, rubbed the tip of her nose, and proudly looked in the direction of her "mother." She clearly hoped for the Queen's approval more than the praise from her followers. Unfortunately, Victoria was not paying attention to her at the moment, but was observing her sister, the Duke of York, Olive Victoria, who was sitting under a tree painting.

The quiet and well-behaved Duke of York, Olive, is using the sketching techniques her teacher taught her to draw her older sister, the Prince of Wales. Queen Victoria clearly prefers her second daughter to the mischievous Prince of Wales. Of course, her daughters are not actually related to her by blood, but under Britain's unique laws of succession, the mother-daughter relationship between them is never in doubt.

"Tsk." Seeing that his mother's attention was entirely focused on his younger sister, the Prince of Wales made a few disgruntled clicks of his tongue before continuing to compete with his younger brothers.

The Princess of Wales grew up in an environment of strict demands from her mother and a lack of praise and recognition. As a result, she craved her mother's approval more than anyone else, and even went so far as to do all sorts of unconventional things to attract her mother's attention. Unfortunately, Victoria did nothing but lecture and scold her repeatedly, and even now, after she has grown up, the relationship between mother and daughter is not good.

The young Prince of Wales would not have understood Queen Victoria's good intentions. As the heir to the throne, he naturally needed to be rigorously trained, just as Queen Victoria's mother had done for him.

PS1: Foxes can also be born naturally.

Chapter 394 The Two-Headed Eagle's Rebirth: Capter 13 The Queen's Past (Seeking Votes)

Queen Victoria rose from the lawn where she was sitting and walked toward the Duke of York, eventually sitting down next to her second daughter.

"What is Olive drawing?" Victoria asked her daughter with a smile and a kind tone. Although they were legally mother and daughter, the queen and duke, both being magic users who presented themselves as young girls, actually looked more like sisters.

“I’m drawing my sister Cana.” Olive looked up with admiration at the Prince of Wales, who was riding a horse and playing polo with others in the distance.

“Olive, you seem to like your sister quite a bit.” Queen Victoria rested her head on her knees, casually running her index finger along the white socks on her leg.

“Mom, you’ve gained weight.” The Duke of York poked with his index finger at the edge of his mother’s stockings, where the straps had been used to tie her stockings, leaving a mark on her flesh.

"Impossible! I've been dieting lately!" The Queen was so startled by her daughter's criticism that she pinched the flesh at the base of her thighs with both hands.

"Hehe, I was just kidding." Olive stuck out her tongue, looking at the Queen with an innocent expression. In fact, as magic users, they weren't bothered by obesity. Before death, their bodies were maintained in a perfect state by the influence of magic. While Victoria was indeed on the curvy side, her proportions were still within the normal range.

"Do you want to be punished by me, you little rascal!" With that, Victoria stood up, pounced on her second daughter, and began tickling her. Not to be outdone, the Duke of York retaliated in kind, and soon the two were rolling around together.

At this moment, the Prince of Wales, who had inadvertently witnessed his mother and sister interacting on the field, was deeply shocked. He accidentally let go of the reins and almost fell off his horse. If it weren't for the help of the stirrups, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Big brother!"

"Your Highness, are you alright?" A concerned inquiry rang out from the crowd.

"I'm fine." The Prince of Wales, who had narrowly escaped danger, saw the scene in the distance and his face darkened. His long-suppressed anger and dissatisfaction quietly fermented.

Interestingly, in Europe, there are three famous magical swords: Gisela's Sword of St. Stephen, Richelieu's Sword of Roland, and the last one is Queen Victoria's Excalibr (King's Sword). Although the Prince of Wales did not possess such a top-tier magical artifact, she still had a sword called Clarent.

Both of their weapons are remnants from the Arthurian era of Britain. The only difference is that her mother's weapon comes from the great King Arthur, while hers comes from the most offensive part of the legend, the rebellious bastard Mordred.

"Hahaha! Mom, I give up!" The Duke of York, tickled and trembling with excitement, finally surrendered to Queen Victoria's offensive. Victoria then rolled to the side and lay on the lawn with her second daughter, gazing at the blue sky.

"You can't see this kind of sky in London."

"Yes, I can't see it."

"Mom, have you ever liked anyone?" Olive asked her mother thoughtfully.

"Someone I like?" This word is too distant and unfamiliar to Victoria now, and she has almost forgotten this feeling. Although she often felt empty and had nowhere to relieve it in her early years, books and electricity became her only solace at that time. It is a bit pitiful, but Victoria has long been used to it.

"In my youth, I was hopelessly in love with Tsar Alexander II of the Russian Empire, who is now our mortal enemy of Britain." Victoria's eyes showed a hint of melancholy and emotion when she mentioned Alexander II.

"He was handsome and dashing, elegant and poised, witty and humble. At that time, I was too young to have ever seen such an outstanding young man. In the short month I spent with him, I fell in love with him, and he reciprocated my love. We went to balls together, watched horse races together, went to the theater to enjoy operas, and we explored almost all the fun places in London," Queen Victoria continued calmly.

"Of course, in the end, he and I parted ways due to considerations of the national interests of both countries. Soon after, Britain and the Russian Empire went to war in Crimea. In the end, Britain won the game. The defeat in this war forced Nicholas I, the father of Alexander II, to commit suicide to atone for his sins. I believe he would never forgive us for what we did to his family."

"Similarly, if necessary, I might not hesitate to pierce his heart with my sword now." For Victoria now, although she occasionally indulges in girlish dreams and enjoys reading books about love, she has long since learned to suppress her emotions and has transformed into the true Queen of Great Britain. For the sake of national interests, she can make any decision without hesitation when necessary, provided that she believes it to be correct.

"Mom, do you think girls can like other girls?" The Duke of York sat up, glanced briefly at his sister in the distance, and asked.

"A girl?" Victoria glanced at her daughter in surprise, then her mind immediately conjured up images of books like the Sappho poems that she had recently become engrossed in.

"No! Absolutely not! Girls can't like girls! Absolutely not!" Victoria said, clutching her chest with her right hand and shaking her daughter's shoulder with her left.

"Okay, Mom, okay!" Olive nodded and told her mother to stop shaking her.

Just then, a man in a black suit walked up to them, bowed, and said, "His Majesty has important information to report to you."

"I know, Olive, you can continue painting here. I have other matters to attend to." Victoria stood up and followed the man away. Only Olive, the Duke of York, remained seated, gazing reverently at her sister, the Prince of Wales, on the distant pitch.

“What is it, Sidwin?” Victoria looked at her intelligence officer with a serious expression.

"Your Majesty, according to information from our spies in Vienna and Venice, the Princess and Princess will soon arrive in London by ship from Venice."

"You're here to deliver this intelligence, so this isn't the official intention of the Austrian Empire?" Obviously, if it were an official action, then the person reporting here today should be from the diplomatic department, not the intelligence department.

PS1: There's only one day left this weekend QAQ

Chapter 395 The Two-Headed Eagle's Rebirth: Capter 14 The Jesuits' Actions (Vote Requested)

"Yes, this is a private trip because the princess and her husband wanted a 'honeymoon' that would not be disturbed by others."

"Then why London? By the way, did you get their itinerary?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, our men were unable to penetrate deeper; they were blocked at the door by their counter-espionage department." The man named Sidwin said this with a hint of self-reproach.

"In fact, ever since Princess Gisela began reforming the empire, the Austrian Empire, which had once been almost the intelligence backyard of the British Empire, has found intelligence gathering and infiltration increasingly difficult. The most crucial point is that this system was completed in a very short time." The British were unaware that this was the result of Gisela's cooperation with the Thirteen Courts. How could the British easily understand the intelligence network that the Thirteen Courts and the Vatican had built over hundreds of years?

"Keep a close eye on them; I have my own plans for the rest."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Let us make it possible to leave Britain and return to the European continent—

With the popularization and application of electric lights and electricity, the Industrial Revolution, which began in Prague, quietly unfolded. The advent of electric lights greatly enriched people's nighttime life and made it possible for capitalists to work at night. Stimulated by this small invention, the economic output and corporate efficiency of various countries increased like never before in a short period of time.

The poor workers continue to endure the oppression from capitalists, working overtime for the same pay. If you were to ask who hates this invention the most in this era, it would be these front-line production line workers, because this damn invention forces them to work even longer hours.

At that moment, outside a factory on the outskirts of Berlin, the capital of Prussia, which was operating around the clock, a simply decorated carriage stopped by the roadside. Soon, two men in black suits got out. One of them stood aside and observed the surroundings, while the other skillfully opened the carriage door and then watched respectfully as the man slowly stepped out of the carriage.

"Your Highness, this is the location indicated by the mysterious person who contacted us."

"A textile factory?" The man smiled faintly, tapping the ground lightly with his cane. He then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and slowly lit it. The dignified Crown Prince of Prussia had been summoned to this godforsaken place like a deliveryman, and to make matters worse, he was left standing outside without anyone to greet him. Frederick's displeasure was about to overflow.