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That would offend even more people, so Gisela preferred to take this opportunity to eliminate the most powerful elements rather than deal with them during the reform process.

“By the way, didn’t you have something else to talk to me about?” Gisela waved his hand, signaling Aponia to leave first. As she left, Aponia gave Shahrado a wary look before turning and leaving the bathhouse.

At this moment, Gisela, who was lying on the chair, turned around and looked at Shahrador behind her.

"Your Highness, how did you know..." Shahrador looked somewhat surprised, as she hadn't been seen by Gisela's side for quite some time.

“Since last month, you’ve appeared at my bedroom door nine times, but each time you hesitated for a moment before giving up. It seems to me that you’re struggling with something.” Although Shahrado had been avoiding Gisela since the Hungarian incident, Gisela had been observing Shahrado intentionally or unintentionally.

After all, Gisela was lusting after other women's bodies, especially that healthy-looking Turkish woman. It was a pity she didn't truly pledge allegiance to her. Although Shahrado told Gisela she was an exiled court masseuse from Armenia, Gisela had personally witnessed a conversation between Shahrado and a mysterious Englishman in Budapest.

The other woman addressed Shahrado by the title Pasha, an honorific title reserved for high-ranking generals in the Ottoman Empire. Armenians were persecuted in the Ottoman Empire, making the position of Pasha impossible. Therefore, the answer was clear: the Turkish woman before her had obviously deceived her.

“Your Highness, you are always smarter than I am in my plans.” Shahrado’s hand moved over Gisela’s back, pressing his strong thumb firmly against Gisela’s waist. As the pressure increased, a pain came over him, and the relaxation of his muscles made Gisela squint his eyes.

“How can I manage this empire if I’m not a little more alert, don’t you think? Shahrado Pasha.” Gisela deliberately slowed down the Pasha’s pronunciation so that Shahrado could hear her more clearly.

Upon hearing Gisela's words, Shahrador hesitated for a moment before resuming his movements.

“Your Highness, Pasha means general in Turkish. It is very inappropriate for you to use it on me.” Shahrado’s tone was exceptionally calm, and her beautiful face showed no wavering or flaw. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn’t be so sure that the person in front of her was the Pasha of the Ottoman Empire.

"Do you know Mata Hari?" Gisela didn't rush to get the answer she wanted from Shahrador, but instead brought up a seemingly unrelated new topic.

“Miss Mata Hari is a famous beauty spy in Europe, known as the queen of intelligence. Even in Constantinople, as a court masseuse, I have heard her name from important people more than once.”

"She told me you were Osman Pasha." This was pure fabrication by Gisela; Marta had never provided Gisela with any information about Shahrador, and Gisela was merely using Marta as a shield.

"Miss Mata told you?" Upon hearing this name, Gisela wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she saw a hint of surprise on the face of this usually aloof and elegant Turkish woman, though it quickly vanished without a trace.

Instead, she jumped onto the chair with a serious expression, pressed down on Gisela's back, clamped Gisela's tail between her legs, and pressed Gisela's folded hands onto her back with her right hand.

“I’m so sorry, Your Highness, you know too much. I have to ensure my safety.” Shahrado then removed Gisela’s white lace panties and used them to gag Gisela.

“I don’t know what Miss Marta said to you, but I just want to tell her that I will neither be a lackey of the British nor will I work for her with peace of mind. My country needs my protection, and the Russian bayonets are already at our throats.” Marta whispered into Gisela’s ear, her body pressed against Gisela’s back.

Gisela, her body restrained and her fox tail controlled by Shahrador, was in a very delicate state. On one hand, she felt the wonderful touch from her back, while the stimulation from her tail made her weak all over. She tried to break free and get up, but could only rest her head on the chair, her mouth, which was covered by her own panties, slightly damp. The scene was far too inappropriate for children, but fortunately, there was no one else in the bathhouse.

Seemingly sensing that Gisela's body beneath him was trembling slightly, Shahrado turned Gisela's beautiful face towards his line of sight. At this moment, Gisela's blue eyes seemed somewhat hazy and dreamy, and her cheeks and ears were flushed red.

Intrigued by the future Empress of Austria's amusing expression, Shahrador reached out a finger and poked Gisela's cheek, wanting to observe her reaction further.

“Your Highness, Miss Aponia told me you need some olive oil.” At that moment, Rita knocked on the door and entered the bathhouse, where she witnessed this familiar scene once again.

"Get off His Highness!" Rita threw down the basket of olive oil she was holding and ran towards Gisela. Just before she reached her, she leaped high into the air and kicked Shahrador. Shahrador was sent flying by the momentum and crashed into the pool with a thud.

Rita flipped Gisela over and held her in her arms. Although Gisela completely overwhelmed Rita in height and figure, Rita still had some strength.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Rita gently patted Gisela's cheek, then pulled off the panties that were covering Gisela's mouth; the panties were now covered in Gisela's...

She initially intended to throw it away, but after glancing at Gisela's lower body, she turned and clutched the panties to her own hand. After all, they were His Highness's personal garments that needed washing; they really were just for washing!

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Chapter 507 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 4 Eastern Project (Vote Requested)

Gisela hadn't expected Shahrador to suddenly become so agitated. After a brief moment of embarrassment, she regained her senses and her intelligence began to take over again.

Shahrador had just emerged from the pool, only to be met with Rita's murderous glare. If Gisela hadn't been there, Rita would have already chopped the woman into a human stump.

“Your identity is now clear, so I will speak frankly about my thoughts. I hope to cooperate with Your Majesty Sultanah in the future.” Gisela was always the kind of person who didn’t learn his lesson easily. He had obviously chosen to forget the embarrassing situation just now, after all, Shahrado had given Gisela quite a few perks because of his wet undergarments.

Gisela was not in a hurry about the French issue, but she was very interested in the Near East. Her greatest wish was to complete the route of the Orient Express. Of course, there was already a direct railway from Paris to Belgrade, but Gisela hoped that the railway would be extended to Constantinople.

Gisela also hoped that the Ottoman Empire would agree to allow the empire to develop railway lines in Anatolia and even the Middle East, especially those to the Persian Gulf, a future goldmine where oil would become the new lifeblood driving the empire's vigorous development during the Second Industrial Revolution. Although the empire possessed abundant oil reserves, wise rulers always made preparations in multiple ways.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Shahrado’s lips curled up, showing particular joy.

Gisela's conversation with Shahrador did not make any real progress. After all, Shahrador, who was only a Pasha, could not possibly agree to Gisela's request. However, she could still report the matter to Constantinople.

Although the Grand Vizier of the Ottoman Empire had a poor relationship with Shahrador and disliked the Austrian Empire even more, as many of his ancestors had died in wars against Austria, it was quite normal for him to act rashly in the face of a potential invasion from the Russian Empire.

Similarly, the Ottomans were still making various preparations for war, lobbying the British, the French, and even Prussia, which had just experienced defeat, as they still wanted to win them over.

However, Gisela tentatively agreed to the other party's request. Even though she did not agree to send troops, she was still willing to at least prepare diplomatic support for the Ottoman Empire. As for whether Austria would actually intervene in the war, it actually depended on whether the British would be willing to fight for this pagan country as they had been last time.

"Your Highness, why are you still unwilling to go to the Imperial Council?" Rita was drying Gisela's hair in the room at that moment.

"Because I can't get along with those old fogies, and besides, they don't like me. I'm too lazy to make a fool of myself and offer my warm face to their cold backside." Even while drying her hair, Gisela still had some official documents in her hands that needed to be processed.

"You should pay more attention to rest. As the future Empress of the Empire, you must always maintain your elegance and beauty." Rita's long-absent admonition stirred a strange sense of warmth in Gisela. To Gisela, Rita was no longer just a companion bound by a master-servant relationship, but a true family member.

"Rest is such a luxury. If someone like Miss Bismarck were by my side to assist me, I wouldn't have to work so hard. Since Metternich, our Austrian Empire has not produced a prime minister who can shoulder this responsibility." Gisela's words revealed some helplessness and bitterness.

Rita is loyal but lacks political acumen; Jeanne is capable but French; Aponia is reliable, but the intelligence field needs someone like her more. Her military deputy, Bella, is not even worth considering; to have her, a woman of military background, handle political affairs would be deliberately making things difficult for her. Having not seen Hana, the eldest daughter of the Rothschild family, for a long time, Gisela prefers her to manage the empire's economy jointly with Laura. Among the people Gisela knows, two are skilled in political maneuvering and scheming: the current Queen of Prussia, Chloris, and the Iron Chancellor, Bismarck.

In conclusion, Gisela found it very difficult to find a suitable prime minister, and while appointing a prime minister, he still had to handle many things personally.

“Bismarck’s great finned pomegranate one (two) guerre man.” Rita’s brows furrowed slightly.

"Is there a problem?" Gisela wondered if it was just her imagination, but she sensed something different in Rita's tone than in their usual conversations. Of course, she had no idea that everyone had witnessed what happened between her and Bismarck that day.

"Alright, Your Highness, your hair is dry." Rita placed the towel on the chair, then walked to Gisela's wardrobe and opened it completely.

"What would Your Highness like to wear today?" Rita turned to look at Gisela, who was still sitting at the dressing table flipping through documents.

"Whatever." The overly straightforward, almost masculine, reply sometimes made Rita wonder if her prince was even male. He never seemed to care about his appearance, despite being one of Europe's most beautiful women, he showed absolutely no awareness of it. Inheriting her mother Sisi's beauty, Gisela was unique among European nobles. If she weren't married, her popularity would be far greater. Of course, for many with ulterior motives, what did marriage matter?

It's worth adding to the previous discussion that Gisela's nominal "husband," Nina, is also only skilled in military affairs and knows nothing about politics. She is currently still in Bavaria with her daughter, Mia. Leaving Mia in Munich is primarily a precaution against what is to come. As a mother, Gisela has a responsibility to protect Mia from the threats posed by the upcoming political struggles.

“Then let’s go with a white dress as the theme today.” With that, Rita took a well-made dress out of the wardrobe, and then took a pair of white stockings from her own drawer.

"Your Highness, let me tie the strings on your stockings first." After saying this, Rita walked back to Gisela and knelt down. Gisela crossed her legs and slightly raised her right leg.

With fair and smooth skin and perfectly shaped legs without any excess fat, magic users are the darlings of the heavens, and their perfect figures are the most significant manifestation of this blessing.

Rita gently lifted Gisela's ankle, slipped the white stockings over Gisela's toes, and slowly pulled them up. Gisela put down the documents in her hand, looked at her lovely maid, and gave her a playful smile.

"Rita, I just remembered an interesting anecdote..."

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Chapter 508 The Turkish Symphony Orchestra of the Vienna Rose: Pre-Ascension Planning (Seeking Votes)

"What anecdote, Your Highness?"

"Regarding Empress Elizabeth (daughter of Peter the Great) and Catherine (the famous Empress Catherine II) of Russia."

"I remember once when Catherine, then the Dowager Queen, visited Queen Elizabeth in her private quarters, the Queen looked at her wardrobe and asked Catherine to guess how many clothes she had. Catherine thought for a while and said she had eight thousand pieces, while she, as the Dowager Queen, had less than a hundred. The Queen shook her head with some emotion and said that she had thirty thousand pieces, and even if she changed one every day, she would never be able to wear them all in her lifetime."

"The clever Catherine, seeing the saddened Empress, smiled and added, 'You will surely be able to wait until the day you finish wearing them.' Keep in mind that Empress Elizabeth was 49 years old that year, with only four years left until her death. This clever response made her appreciate this young girl from Germany even more in her final days."

“Rita, guess how many clothes I have?” Gisela’s smile widened.

“Your Highness, I don’t know how many clothes you have, but you can definitely wait until you run out of them, because you are a magic user!” Rita lifted Gisela’s stockings and deliberately tightened the ropes, making Gisela shudder at the sudden force.

"Ouch!" Gisela put her hand on her thigh to loosen the rope a little.

“The other foot,” Rita said, patting Gisela’s thigh.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, and Aponia entered the room again. After glancing at Rita, who was putting socks on Gisela, she handed Gisela the new information.

"Grand Duke Karl Ludwig refused the nobles' request; he refused to accept the throne, and even less was he willing to compete with His Highness for it," Aponia's report was concise.

"My uncle, Archduke Karl Ludwig, may be mediocre in talent, but he is certainly capable of understanding the bigger picture. Although he has refused to inherit the throne, he can still serve as a symbol." If this were in the Celestial Empire at the same time, Gisela would naturally want to deal with this disruptive element that threatens the ruler directly, since the competition for the throne is indeed that brutal.

Aponia had also anticipated this, and if Gisela ordered her, she would gladly deal with any destabilizing factors threatening Gisela herself. No one was better at killing than her, for the Thirteen Courts had trained their skills precisely in this way.

"Then let's maintain the status quo. I'll leave my uncle alone for now." At this stage, it's enough to at least ensure that my two cousins ​​won't get involved in this matter.

Killing Archduke Karl Ludwig might not be a good thing, as it would put Lana and Liana on the opposite side. She had fought alongside them and shared a bond of camaraderie, so she didn't want to be their enemy unless absolutely necessary.

"Yes, Your Highness." Aponia nodded.

"There's another problem. Although I lack concrete intelligence, the high command of the Vienna garrison seems to have close ties with Parliament. I think we need to be wary." Continuing with the old capital garrison system was a problem Joseph left Gisela. Because the Vienna garrison functions similarly to the Imperial Guard, they rarely see combat and, unlike ordinary troops (higher pay and better promotion opportunities), are filled with aristocratic sons seeking seniority. From officers to soldiers, the garrison has been almost completely infiltrated by Parliament.

They represent the power of the nobility in the heart of the empire, and without addressing this issue, it is impossible to weaken the power of these opposition groups.

“That’s a problem. Well, I’ll prepare for both possibilities.” Gisela nodded in agreement, then picked up a pen from the table, took a piece of paper from the drawer, and quickly wrote something on it.

“Rita, go to my office and get me my seal,” Gisela commanded Rita.

"Yes, Your Highness." Rita quickly jogged out of the room.

"Send two people: one to Bohemia to find Marshal Benedek and Miss Bella, and the other to Rome," Gisela instructed Aponia earnestly.

“To Rome?” Upon hearing the name of this familiar yet unfamiliar city, Aponia hesitated.

"Is there a problem?" Gisela was clearly unaware that Aponia had broken with the Thirteen Courts, but this did not prevent the Thirteen Courts from sharing their intelligence network with the Empire. Even Aponia did not understand what Otto was planning.

"No problem. Then, who should I send someone to deliver it to?"

"Give it to His Holiness the Pope himself." Gisela couldn't help but laugh at the thought of that majestic white-haired little girl. Who would have thought that a white-haired little girl could become the Pope of the Catholic Church? With the coronation imminent, she had to at least prepare a surprise for the opposition. After all, if they were unkind, Gisela shouldn't be blamed for being unjust. It's called reciprocity, right?

"Here you are, Your Highness." At this moment, Rita returned to the room, brought over the red inkpad, and heated it up. She applied it to the envelope with a tool and then stamped it with her own seal.

"Be quick." Gisela handed the envelope to Aponia, who then turned to leave.

Gisela stood up, ready to leave the room as well.

"Your Highness, you're not dressed yet!" Rita's scolding snapped Gisela out of her reverie. She looked down at her chilly "outfit," coughed awkwardly twice, and then turned and went back to her room.

Even though she, as a magic user, wouldn't feel cold from not wearing clothes, it was still undignified, and she didn't want to give others a free ride...

With Emperor Joseph abdicating successfully according to the timeline of his previously issued edict, the empire officially entered a brief period of regency. Those familiar with German history know very well how dangerous a period of regency can be for an empire, as it is fraught with uncertainty. (This refers to the famous period of regency during the medieval period of the Holy Roman Empire.)

Although the monarchical power of European monarchies has been strengthened to an unprecedented degree since modern times due to the implementation of enlightened absolute monarchy, even in a purely absolute state like the Russian Empire, the Tsar still had to worry about the stability of his throne at all times.

At the same time, the Austrian Empire was also facing a similar problem, and just as Joseph and Gisela had predicted, on the very day Joseph announced his abdication and left Vienna, the rebellion of the nobles unfolded like a sudden storm.

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Chapter 509 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 6 The Vienna Coup (Seeking Votes)

First, the Vienna garrison, controlled by the parliament, swiftly seized and controlled the warehouse storing the magical armor before the Royal Magic Armored Forces outside the city could react. Then, in the name of the Imperial Parliament, they detained and arrested the magical warriors loyal to the royal family.

This marked the beginning of the Imperial Council's deployment of magically armored soldiers and ordinary troops loyal to the Council, surrounding the Hofburg Palace and Schönbrunn Palace. Because Queen Elizabeth was absent, only Gisela, Rita, and a few others were trapped inside the Hofburg Palace, while Jeanne was confined to Schönbrunn Palace, far from the market center. (Gisela instructed Jeanne not to act rashly.)

What's even more troublesome is that the other side seems to know that Gisela doesn't have any magic armor with her.

If Gisela relies solely on her physical body to fight against the magic armor, the consequences will be as passive as Richelieu's or the attack she suffered in Hungary.

The rebellious nobles then declared a state of emergency in Vienna, the imperial capital, in the name of the Imperial Diet, effective immediately, and ordered all residents of the city to refrain from using electric lights after 7 p.m. and from going out on the streets after 10 p.m.

The coronation ceremony for the new emperor, originally scheduled for next week, was also postponed indefinitely. At this point, even a fool would know that a coup had taken place in Vienna.

The first to sense the danger was the British Embassy in Vienna, which issued a proclamation to all British citizens within the empire three hours after the coup. The proclamation read as follows:

Due to the political turmoil in the Austrian Empire, all British citizens residing within the Austrian Empire are advised that, for your personal and property safety, it is best to leave the Empire this week and return to the United Kingdom or a third country. The Royal Navy, in accordance with the Queen's orders and in consultation with the Austrian side, will facilitate the evacuation of all citizens by anchoring at the port of Trieste. You can also board the ship using your passport information.

The rebellious nobles went to great lengths to minimize diplomatic risks. However, Gisela viewed the evacuation as more of a British show, because a few years earlier, when the empire was on the verge of civil war with Hungary, the British not only showed no concern for the lives of their citizens in Austria, but also encouraged the Ottoman Empire to station tens of thousands of troops on the empire's borders, waiting for an opportunity to invade.

Now that the empire is in turmoil, they are staging this drama. Obviously, Britain's purpose in doing so is very simple: to purely annoy the empire. Regardless of whether this rebellion succeeds or not, they can hype up the issue of political instability in Austria, thereby guiding international capital to flee the Austrian Empire and affecting Austria's economic development.

This is also a deliberate adjustment of Britain's diplomatic strategy in response to the advantage Austria gained in the last negotiation. Its purpose is to guide the attention of its own people to Austria, thereby replacing the original dominant position of the French threat theory.

The "France threat" theory is very popular, after all, France has seized the Rhineland region and its power has expanded dramatically, which has made the British public and media, who have always regarded France as their main hypothetical enemy, uneasy.

Reports of this kind have been rampant in major British newspapers recently, and even the current Prime Minister, William Eulter Gladstone, has been deeply affected, with the cabinet's policy leaning towards dealing with France. This operation was launched purely out of courtesy to the Royal Navy and Prime Minister Gladstone, to give Queen Victoria face. Perhaps only Queen Victoria herself truly realized the threat posed by Gisela and the Austrian Empire.

The nobles who had Gisela under house arrest quickly presented her with documents demanding the relinquishment of her inheritance rights. Their demands were as simple and clear as they had been in 1848.

At this point, they naturally thought that even if Gisela was a magic user, she would still back down in the face of overwhelming "public opinion," just like Ferdinand I did last time.

Meanwhile, Gisela was still relying on the fortifications built by her loyal royal guards to confront the rebels across the street. Ironically, both sides were carrying the distinctive white and yellow double-headed eagle of the Austrian Empire, the only difference being that the rebels had a white ribbon tied around their right arm.

From the second floor of the Hofburg Palace, Gisela can now clearly see the gleaming bayonets and rows of machine guns across the street.

Gisela was now experiencing firsthand what it felt like to be targeted by a weapon she had created—a strange and inexplicable feeling, though it was all within her expectations.

“They are confused.” Gisela closed the curtains and turned to look at Aponia, who was kneeling on the ground behind her, and the combat nun unit of the Thirteen Divisions that Aponia commanded. At this moment, these beautiful ladies were all wearing a set of black modified nun’s clothes, each holding a scythe in one hand and a mask made of pure silver in the other.

"What are your instructions, Your Highness?" Aponia, dressed in military uniform, was stern and somewhat cold, completely different from her usual gentle and virtuous demeanor.

“You’re all dressed like the Immortals of the Persian Empire, especially those masks,” Gisela, who had seen three hundred pairs of underwear, couldn’t help but comment, looking at the masks in the hands of the battle nuns led by Aponia.

It's worth mentioning that these battle nuns belong to Aponia's unit and have been following Gisela since the last time in Budapest. They also played a crucial role in suppressing the Hungarian nobles. As mentioned earlier, Aponia's break with Otto was known to only a very small number of people; the vast majority of the Thirteen Courts or the Papacy were unaware of this.

After all, the two sides are still in the cooperation stage, and there is no need to tear each other apart directly. The shrewd and calculating Bishop Otto obviously understands this principle better than others.

"Your Highness, if you wish, we and Lady Aponia are willing to dress you in any clothes," Aponia's adjutant said to Gisela with a smile. As she spoke, the adjutant deliberately glanced at Captain Aponia, who was kneeling before her with an expressionless face. In reality, the entire team vaguely sensed that their captain harbored feelings for the princess that went beyond a normal superior-subordinate relationship, but everyone kept it to themselves. (Of course, they were all afraid Aponia would silence them.)

“Shut up, Minerva. Didn’t your instructors teach you during training that silence is golden?” Aponia frowned slightly, looking at her subordinate with a serious expression.

Anything is possible! What a magnificent and beautiful phrase. The thought of beautiful nuns standing before her in such revealing clothing was incredibly alluring, and Gisela's gaze drifted to Aponia. Gisela knew Aponia's stunning figure all too well.

"Your Highness, please give the order." Aponia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and repeated her previous words in a rather serious tone.

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