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Chapter 510 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 7 The Army's Wavering (Vote Requested)

"Ahem! Your task is very simple: distribute the leaflets I've prepared for you in the streets and residential areas where Viennese citizens are active." The honest and simple Viennese citizens are Gisela's invaluable weapon. The best way to deal with those power-hungry noblemen is to show them the power of the people.

All his years of planning and the political prestige he had secretly accumulated were for this moment.

"My great citizens, your future Empress needs your help. Our enemies are not the Prussians with bayonets, nor the valiant French (0v0), but those ambitious men who use Parliament as a vehicle. They want to take back your rights, make you lose your jobs, make you lose your families. They want to send you back to the pre-1848 era, keep you ignorant, and then enslave you. I, Gisela Louise Marie, can bring you a life of abundance today, and I can bring you happiness tomorrow..." A stirring article is essential; the letter must be this persuasive.

“Remember, never engage in conflict with the rebels. I don’t need your pointless killing at this stage.” The officers of the garrison may have been truly loyal to the council, but the vast majority of the soldiers were ordinary people, even those from poor backgrounds. To them, Gisela was the one who brought them benefits, and this was precisely the confusion Gisela spoke of.

"Yes, Your Highness." As Gisela spoke, Aponia was the first to put on her mask, then stood up. Following Aponia's action, the battle nuns behind her also put on their masks.

"May I offer myself to the Lord in infinite glory," Aponia whispered in prayer.

"We swear to punish evil with the sword," the battle nuns chanted in unison.

"I vow to judge all immorality with justice."

"The light of our Lord will surely guide us forward."

"Martyrs will eventually receive divine forgiveness." This mainly refers to the seven sins of man as stated in the Bible, and the greatest use of faith in God and the propagation of religion is precisely atonement.

After the chanting ended, the battle nuns left the room, leaving Gisela alone once again in the empty room.

"The Holy See is about to arrive in Vienna, the people's support, and the army's reinforcements—the three elements have all come together." Gisela opened the blackmail letter threatening her abdication, took out the documents inside, glanced at them contemptuously, walked to the candle, and lit it completely.

"A bunch of people who should be in their coffins are barking and howling in front of me. Do you really think I won't hold you accountable for your misguided command during the Austro-Prussian War?" Gisela muttered coldly to herself, then sat back down in her seat.

The defeat was Gisela's perfect excuse; it could be a small matter or a big one. If it was small, nothing would happen; if it was big, a lot could be done.

This card is now her perfect weapon...

Several days later, the emperor suspected that the capital was Vienna.

After Rita and her subordinates distributed the leaflets as Gisela had requested, the leaflets quickly became very effective. Starting the night after they were distributed, people began to defy the Imperial Council's ban and take to the streets to spontaneously support Gisela.

Although many of them were arrested by patrolling soldiers loyal to the Imperial Council, the anger of the crowd did not subside in the slightest.

From dawn three days later, the indignant citizens of Vienna, as if they had planned it all along, came out of their homes. Some carried homemade plaster busts of Gisela and flags in his personal style that Gisela had used during the Vienna parade the previous year, and took to the streets, surging toward the main road of the empire. The number of people grew from a few hundred to tens of thousands, and it was still increasing.

Faced with this astonishing scene, even the rebel soldiers who were supposed to come to disperse the crowd were completely dumbfounded. They stood there blankly, staring at the flow of people in the middle of the road with bewildered expressions.

The citizens set off from the old city gate, traversing the entire city. They passed St. Stephen's Cathedral, went through Ancheno Monastery, and continued moving towards the Imperial Council.

Someone in the crowd spontaneously started singing an adapted version of the empire's national anthem, "God Save Emperor Franz" (with Franz's part replaced by Gisela), and the crowd joined in singing the melody.

Among the crowd participating in the rally, some with musical backgrounds picked up their violins or trumpets and played along with the procession. It truly lives up to its reputation as a world music capital; despite the lack of prior rehearsal, the people marched as if in a celebration, accompanied by melodious instrumental music—everything, like the city and the country, is always intertwined with romance.

However, the advancing crowd was quickly stopped by the magical armored forces at the center of the street intersection. These steel behemoths pointed their cannons at the civilians, who could only angrily confront the magical armored forces.

The rebel officer guarding the intersection roared loudly, trying to disperse the crowd, but the citizens remained unmoved. They provoked the roaring officer with their words, and everyone clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anger.

Seeing the mob that refused to back down, the officer took out his pistol from his waist and fired a warning shot into the air, but he was met with eggs and vegetable leaves being thrown at him.

Major Judy Alleta is the commander of this magical armor squadron. Inside her magical armor, she can see everything happening outside clearly. Her troops are currently under the orders of the Imperial Council and are at the command of this arrogant officer. Their mission today is to disperse the mob, but in her eyes, these citizens are not a mob, because she and her comrades have a better impression of Princess Gisela. Their participation in the rebellion is simply to obey orders from their superiors.

When the citizens of Vienna stood before them, the girls, who had sympathy for the people, wavered.

"Fire! Scatter them!" The officer gave the order as he retreated toward the cover behind the magic armor.

"My lord, they are our compatriots." (From "The Passing of Qi Yi Er Xia")

"No! They are not, they are just a mob that defied the Imperial Council!" The officer wiped the egg white off his head and spat at the crowd.

“But…” Judy wanted to try again. As a soldier of the Empire, she could annihilate the enemy without mercy, but she would never lay a hand on unarmed civilians.

Judy glanced at the citizens before her, then turned to look at the roaring noble officer before finally making her choice. Her 1st-flag, 9th-ghost, magic-powered armor lowered its magic cannons and retreated to the side, while the magic users who saw their officer's actions also retreated to the side in their magic-powered avatars.

PS1: Please give me some votes!

Chapter 511 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 8 The Princess's Actions (Seeking Votes)

"What are you doing! Are you going to make enemies of the Imperial Government and the entire Council of Nobles?!" Perhaps accustomed to speaking to these commoners in an arrogant tone in daily life, the noble officer roared angrily at the crowd!

"Get out! We are the masters of this country, not you parasites!" The crowd's roar quickly drowned out the officer's shouts. Taking advantage of the magic armor making way, the Viennese citizens sprinted towards the barricades and climbed over them. The officer was punched to the ground by the young man in charge, and a large number of Viennese citizens began to punch and kick him at the same time.

Seeing that the public's anger could not be quelled in a short time, his soldiers also retreated to the side, fearing that they would be drawn into the conflict...

The masked battle nuns stood on the rooftops, observing everything below. They then sheathed their weapons; if the soldiers had indeed opened fire on the civilians, they would descend to help the crowd and clear obstacles. Although Gisela hadn't ordered them to get involved in the conflict, she had given them the autonomy to decide whether or not to assist the people.

In a sense, Gisela gave them great privileges and trust to amplify the momentum of this "mass event".

"Lord Minerva, Lord Aponia requests that we return to the Hofburg Palace first, as Princess Gisela is preparing to depart."

“I understand.” Minerva gazed at the Imperial Council building in the distance, then turned and jumped off the roof, following his men as they quickly moved toward the Hofburg Palace.

In the Hofburg Palace—My Lord, Yang Ermingling has ceased—

Rita was styling Gisela's hair. Because today was an important day, she had prepared a new hairstyle for Gisela. At this moment, she gently lifted Gisela's golden hair and carefully combed it. Then she combed the hair in front of her forehead and tied the hair on both sides one strand at a time.

Today, Gisela wore her long dress, which she hadn't worn in a long time, with a corset underneath that she used to hate. Although she had given up the petticoat, Gisela still had to endure this design in order to make the dress look more beautiful.

"Your Highness, would you like to wear your ring?" Rita asked, looking at the wedding ring on Gisela's table.

“Put it on, but on your middle finger, no more.” With that, Gisela picked up the ring and slipped it onto the middle finger of her right hand. Nina wasn’t there, and Gisela understood that her marriage to Nina wasn’t a true marriage in the real sense, because Gisela knew she couldn’t give Nina the most important part of a marriage.

“Lady Nina will understand.” Rita picked up a piece of jewelry from another box. It was said that the necklace’s original owner could be traced back to the handsome Maximian, who gave it to his fiancée, Mary, the only daughter of the Grand Duke of Burgundy. It was their marriage that officially began the Habsburg dynasty’s dominance in Europe and later its successful establishment of the world’s first empire on which the sun never sets.

It was remade and refurbished several times, but the style and appearance have always remained the same. The last time it was used was when Emperor Franz Joseph gave it to Empress Elisabeth at the wedding of Gisela's parents.

“Your Highness, this necklace was made just for you.” Rita praised Gisela from the bottom of her heart, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Because of the change in her hairstyle and clothing, Gisela now appeared much more mature and composed than before.

"Where have my people gone?" Rita asked as she applied makeup to Gisela.

"We're almost at the square outside the Imperial Council, Miss Aponia has already begun to gather the troops." Everything is ready before Your Highness departs.

“Very good!” No one stipulates that the throne must be passed down in the traditional way, and as a monarch who is ushering in a new era, Gisela’s favorite thing is to break the rules.

“Alright, Your Highness, you may stand up now,” Rita said softly, stepping aside.

“Actually, I can call you Your Majesty right now.” Rita smiled and looked at Gisela with great joy.

"That's all thanks to your hard work, my lovely Miss Rita. Even if I become the Empress, I will always be your Princess." Gisela walked up to Rita, lifted her chin, and pinched Rita's cheek with a domineering gesture.

"I remember you used to bully me a lot back then." Gisela's lips curled up as she teased Rita with great interest.

"It won't happen again." Rita's pronunciation sounded a bit strange because of her facial deformity.

"Alright, we should go now." Gisela released Rita, lifted her skirt, and started walking forward.

"Your Highness, here's your robe." Rita trotted over to Gisela and draped the robe over Gisela's back.

“We’ll come and lift your robe in a moment,” Rita called to the servants waiting outside. Soon they followed Gisela, lifting her trailing robe and leading her out of the palace.

Meanwhile, across the street, the rebels watching the palace noticed a group of knights in formal attire riding out of the palace, followed by a carriage stopping at the main gate of the Hofburg Palace.

Driven by the officer, they gathered their weapons and aimed them at the direction of the carriage.

At this moment, Gisela, dressed in her finest attire, walked gracefully out of the palace, surrounded by her servants.

"It's Your Highness!" A commotion arose among the rebels.

"Where is she going?" the leading officer asked, frowning.

"Your Highness is so beautiful." At this moment, regardless of whether they were soldiers or magic users, they all forgot what they were doing and looked at the beautiful girl with a pair of fox ears in the distance with reverence.

"Damn it! What is your mission?!" The officer slapped the soldier across the face and angrily lifted up the short soldier next to him.

"Monitor and prevent Her Highness from leaving the palace."

"So what is she doing now?" the officer pressed.

"His Highness is boarding the carriage."

"Then go stop them! Shoot them!" The officer threw the soldier to the ground, then picked up his rifle and prepared to fire in Gisela's direction.

He raised his gun, aimed, and in one swift motion, just as he was about to pull the trigger, a dark shadow flashed past his body. His hands were instantly severed from his body, and crimson blood gushed out. The officer quickly collapsed to the ground. The soldier who had just been shot stared at the woman in a nun's habit standing before him. Now, with blood splattered on her silver mask, she looked particularly terrifying.

And this is just the beginning—

Soon, the supervising officers were all killed by the group of women in black, and the already low morale of the rebels was further shaken.

Gisela glanced at the commotion coming from across the street, then stepped into the carriage with a slight smile. As Rita closed the door, the carriage slowly started moving, and Gisela officially headed towards the council, as if everything was going according to her plan.

PS1: Little Gisela's ascension to the throne will definitely require bloodshed.

PS1: The Girl Will Eventually Become an Empress

Chapter 512 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 9 The Imperial Diet's Last Revelry (Vote Requested)

At this moment, in the Imperial Council, the nobles were discussing how to force Gisela to hand over the throne as soon as possible. After all, in their view, the emperor's power came from the support of these great nobles. If Gisela lost this support, even if she obtained the throne, she would not be able to truly control the country and the government.

The power they held became the basis for their belief that they could rival Gisela.

Just as they were smugly discussing countermeasures, a somewhat disheveled officer pushed open the door and tried to rush into the hall, but he was quickly stopped by the guards standing on both sides of the hall.

"Those without a title or rank are not permitted entry during the Imperial Diet sessions," the soldier warned the officer.

"Your Grace, Duke Friedrich! The citizens of Vienna have broken through the blockade and are almost at the parliament!" The officers frowned slightly, roughly shoved aside the two soldiers holding them back, and spoke to the old man standing in the speaker's seat.

"Are you sure?" At this moment, some councilors stood up and questioned the officer with serious expressions.

"Didn't we entrust you with a squadron of magic-armored soldiers and a battalion to guard the streets?" They simply couldn't imagine how a group of unarmed rabble could break through the defenses of elite troops equipped with magic-armored armor...

"My lord, the Royal Magic Armored Forces have defected. Squadron Leader Major Judy Aletta sympathized with the people and did not carry out our orders."

"What!?" At this moment, a middle-aged man stood up, listening to the officer's report with some surprise.

"Judy sympathizes with the people? Refuses to carry out orders!" Marquis Reinhardt, holding his forehead, looked utterly bewildered. If it were anyone else, it would be one thing, but the key was that Judy, as his youngest daughter, should have been loyal to him, yet she had chosen to join the enemy's side.

"How is that possible!" Marquis Reinhardt, standing to the side, clenched his fists, his face turning quite grim.

"Are you sure you're sure about Yi Qi Yier Ba Si Pian IVVIII!"

"My lord, we saw it with our own eyes..."

"Lord Reinhardt, please give me a clear answer as to why your daughter is in this state." The man standing opposite Lord Reinhardt waited for his reply with a dissatisfied expression.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know. But I hope you can give me a chance to make amends and let me personally lead the guards to keep the soldiers out of the sacred council.” The middle-aged man straightened up and stepped down from his seat, walking to the center of the rotunda.

“Go ahead, Reinhard has particularly disappointed us.” Friedrich waved his hand, signaling the Marquis to proceed.

The middle-aged man quickly left the hall with his guards.

"Gentlemen, our princess still refuses to sign the document renouncing the throne, and we have witnessed the strength of those who support her, so I think we need not be lenient any longer." Friedrich raised his hands and looked down at the nobles seated below.

They all knew very well that only a successful coup could define history; if it failed, it would be considered a rebellion.

"The Habsburg dynasty is merely one of many imperial families that rule the Holy Roman Empire, and the holy throne has always relied on fair and reasonable elections." Friedrich slowly descended the steps.

"The empire's legacy originates from Rome, and Rome has always been ruled by those with the strongest armies. Now I have your support, and the foolish Karl has resolutely refused this sacred honor. Therefore, I believe it is time to reinstate the system of electing emperors." Friedrich tapped his cane on the marble floor, his gaze sweeping seriously over the nobles present.

After a moment of silence—

"Long live Frederick! Long live the Emperor!" Frederick's confidants, who had been waiting for a long time, cheered. Soon, many nobles who had decided to break with the royal family responded, and they also stood up, as if a coronation ceremony was taking place, and they all felt the joy of "serving the emperor."

Returning our gaze to the outside of the Imperial Council, Marquis Reinhardt stood before the council's gates, with several magical armors and nearly a hundred fully armed soldiers standing behind him.

The procession of civilians was slowly moving forward, including many soldiers who later joined the crowd, and even members of the magic-armored troops.

"Ready! Fire!" Unlike others, Marquis Reinhardt had no sympathy for these troublemaking civilians. In his opinion, dealing with them should be like in 1848, using bullets, guns, cannons, and sabers, and teaching them what obedience was through bloodshed.

Upon hearing the order, the soldiers raised their weapons. Although the number of thousands of citizens was enormous, the narrow streets left them with no room to maneuver, so the Marquis's defensive deployment was not under great pressure.

"Fire!" Rifle bullets whistled through the air towards the Viennese citizens, who were then mercilessly felled by the bullets, like harvested wheat, falling to the ground in swathes. Although many ordinary soldiers were among them, none of them had expected the parliamentary troops to actually open fire.

In an instant, cries and gunshots mingled together, creating a scene that became extremely bloody and chaotic.

The Marquis coldly stared at the citizens who had been shot down. In his eyes, only loyalty to the parliament was something worth pursuing; everything else was worthless rubbish.

Of course, the old marquess's atrocities didn't last long. Soon, Judy and her defected magical armored forces launched a counterattack in the marquess's direction. Even though it was her own father, Judy had made her own decision in the face of a father who had lost all sense of decency.

Inside the parliament hall, the old nobles were in a frenzy, while outside, gunfire echoed through the fierce streets. Both the parliamentary army and the Viennese citizens who supported Gisela chose to fight fiercely for the class or position they served.

Gisela, sitting in her carriage, lowered the shutter on her window and gazed at the ancient capital, now deserted. The bustling activity of yesteryear was nowhere to be seen. When she first arrived in this world, she had witnessed the quiet, busy Vienna; today, she saw a city of vitality and resilience.

Since her transmigration, she has overcome countless hardships, from the initial "Louise Zero" to the current Empress Gisela. Only she herself truly knows the difficulties she has endured. At the same time, she is also grateful that in this world she ultimately possesses extraordinary power, allowing her to easily accomplish things that would have been very difficult for her former self.

Today is the day to reap the rewards.

"Rita, why are you smiling at me?" Gisela turned around and asked Rita with a hint of curiosity.

PS1: Similar to Polina's route 0v0!

Chapter 513 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 10 Your era is over!

“Your Highness, I’ve remembered some things from the past.” Rita looked at Gisela with a hint of emotion. Gisela quickly realized what Rita was referring to and turned her gaze to Rita.

"Would you like to lean on my shoulder again?" Gisela asked, smiling at the woman in front of her.