The Professor and the Mistress
University of Oxford.
Oxford OX1 2JD, United Kingdom.
A place where the world's brightest minds come together.
A space where countless things that will decorate the pages of world history pop up.
A space where the world's greatest minds are popping up one after another.
All these words refer to a single university, the University of Oxford.
And now, at the end of the romantic nineteenth century, no one can argue with this statement.
How could the continents of Asia and Africa invest in education when they were groaning under the invasion of European imperialist powers?
How can the Americas invest in education when military spending is at astronomical levels due to the confrontation between the United States of America and the United Nations?
Europe is.... Hmm....
They're spending all their money on military and economic growth, not education.
It's much more efficient to spend money preparing for the Hundred Years' War than it is to rip your opponent's throat out and call it a belly flop.
One need only look at the military schools of the French Republic and the German Empire to see that the British Empire dares not look up.
A place of learning and romance paid for by the slaughter of black, yellow and some white (Irish) bellies.
But there are also two men and two women.
Specifically, there was a conflict between a master and a student, and the atmosphere became insanely heated.
-Bang!
"Crazy bitch! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Uh... I don't know?"
"Crazy bitch!"
***
Nuffield Department of Surgical Sciences.
There, a citizen of the British Empire.
There was a professor who was particularly keen on teaching anatomy experiments to female students, his name was Gavrilo Princip.
He was the murderer of Martha Tabrum in a place called Whitechapel and the prime suspect in the murder of Jack the Ripper.
But he was falsely accused of the second murder, not the first.
Professor Gavrilo was stunned when he read the news of the second murder in the newspaper.
"What? It's obviously the same crime as the first? What's going on here? How can it be? How can it be the same... No way!"
At that moment, a thought flashed through Professor Gavrilo's mind.
With desperate, trembling eyes, he looked at the cute, adorable student who was filing papers next to him.
She had been so lush and green before he had dragged her in as a slave student, but now she had withered like a cactus.
That made it all the more terrifying.
For she was the only one who knew of his crimes.
So Professor Gavrilo asked her bluntly.
"...Is it you?"
"What?"
"Jack the Ripper's second murder."
"Oh... That's me."
-Smirk
As he said that, Jack the Ripper smiled.
What, you're laughing like that after killing people?!
I still wake up shaking in my sleep from the first time I killed someone, but she doesn't seem to mind.
"Then why did you kill the way I did?"
"So you could blame it all on Master if I got caught?"
"Bitch!"
"Dehet. I'm sorry, Professor."
Jack the Ripper apologized adorably while sticking out his tongue.
Professor Gavrilo, who naturally has anger issues, leapt to his feet, grabbed her by the throat with his arm, and pushed her all the way to the wall.
-fuck
It's pretty painful to have your throat pressed against a wall, but Jack the Ripper just smiled and said
"Kulluck.... Kulluck.... Professor. Want to be a real criminal? Let go while the going's good."
"What does it matter? I'm a criminal just like you said, so even if you die here and disappear-"
"Cool it... I've set up a system so that if I don't come home, evidence of Master's crimes will be sent to the national newspapers in London."
"...!!!!"
"If I die and you want to frame me for a second murder, you can kill me."
When did such a sweet girl become so tainted with the evils of the world?
Professor Gavrilo loosened his grip on her arm in horror at the sight of her utter madness.
Murder in a professor's office was a bit much, to say the least.
Not that he was prepared for it.
"Kuluk. Kuluk.... Well done, Professor."
"Tsk. Am I your dog? Train me."
Jack the Ripper gasped as she sank to the ground.
Her eyes widened at Professor Gavrilo's words.
"Train... Ah! Not bad, then, shall we begin training?"
"Oh.... My life is fucked."
***
Years later.
In the countryside of the British Empire.
"Damn. If I didn't have a weakness for you, I'd be all over you..."
"Uh-huh. How dare a dog talk back to its master!"
"...So master.... What are you up to?"
Professor Gavrilo is on all fours on the floor, waiting for his master's favor.
Her mood, which had been lazy until now, turned murderous at his question.
"The enemy who drove my father to suicide, I'll kill the weakling of the German Empire!"
...Huh?
Why do I have so many enemies?
***
In the countryside of the British Empire, a group of rebels practice assassination.
It's been months since the apprentice spent time with her professor.
November 6, 1888.
Berlin, capital of the German Empire.
After investing astronomical sums of money in automobiles and airships, I still had a lot of work to do.
One of them was to send Gestapo agents to the United States to kidnap a man named George Eastman.
"But, Kaiser, why did you kidnap this man?"
"For money?"
"....."
"He is an entrepreneur and inventor who will make me a great deal of money and will contribute greatly to the national strength of our Reich, though not only for economic reasons."
If George Eastman hadn't been kidnapped by the German Reich, a few days later he would have trademarked the name Kodak and patented a camera that used roll film.
If you had to spend a lot of time taking pictures before, the time it took to take a picture was reduced exponentially after Kodak's product.
What happens then?
The movie industry really takes off.
...I'm not kidnapping you because I want to see a movie. No way!
Then why did you kidnap me?
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Uh.... That's....
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Yes! I kidnapped the press to tame them beforehand.
It was never my personal wish!
But Bismarck immediately found a flaw in my logic.
"Then you don't need to kidnap them, you can just politely offer them an investment, right?"
"..."
I could only nod at Bismarck's question.
Common sense dictates that there's nothing like approaching a money-hungry businessman as a wealthy investor.
The problem is that George Eastman is an American citizen who hates the German Reich with a passion.
He wasn't just a businessman after money, he was a patriot who identified himself as an American citizen.
So we had to kidnap him.
Unlike the United States of America, where freedom is alive and well, in the German Reich, which is a militarized state, if you put a gun in my side, I'll do whatever it takes to avoid death.
No matter how patriotic you are, your life is more important than your country.
This gave the Reich a chance to have a movie industry that would be better than Hollywood in the future.
Oooooh!!!
The sound of the German Reich's rising national power can be heard all the way to the Oval Office.
"To unite the Aryan peoples after thousands of years of division, we must increase the soft power of the German Reich, the subject of the united state."
"..."
"It's great as it is, Bismarck, but when combined with the film industry, it will be even greater, Bismarck. You know how much of a cultural Hii you are, don't you?"
Bismarck nodded in agreement with my words.
As Chancellor of the German Empire, he had seen firsthand the power and influence of culture.
How did the Austrian Empire become the head of the Holy Roman Empire?
It was because the Habsburgs held Vienna, the epitome of Germanic culture.
"I'm going to make the German Empire the greatest cultural city in the world, and I'm going to do it by any means necessary."
I have a dream.
I have a dream: to make the world capital of Germania, the world capital of Germania, with my own hands.