Private Residence of Karl von Wulff
Wulffenstadt
January 1, 1935
14:52 PM
In his small living room, Karl looks back to the fight he had hours ago with his brother.
"That scum! Doesn’t he know that I would be the next head of the House of Wulff?! How dare he! Throwing paper at me like that?! Like, does he even know who he is talking to?! The next great head of the House of Wulff, that’s who!*
As Karl calms down from his bantering, a servant knocks on his door.
“Yes?”
The servant opens the door.
“Your highness, a certain Philo Stumpf is here to see you.”
Karl thinks for a while. Before telling the servant to let him in.
Philo was escorted into the room by the servant. As he comforted himself into the living room seat, Karl orders his servant to get the two some drink.
“Philo, good to see you”
“Karl, long time no see, how have you been?”
“Haha, you’ve got a lot to catch up to, my fried, but I’ll tell you more about it once our drinks have arrived.”
As the servant brings in the drinks, Karl gave the servant the signal that he wants to be left alone. The two discusses their predicament once the servant had left.
“As you probably know I am in quite the situation as of this moment. I feel like the window for me to retake the throne is shrinking further and further. But less on that, why are you here?”
“Nothing much, just have a bit of news.”
“What news?”
“I’ve been able to convince some people in the government to support your claim to the throne. However unfortunately none are of important positions.”
“Damn it! And how of the chances of me usurping the throne?”
“Besides the borderline impossible task of doing such a thing, the people still sees Friedrich Wilhelm II as the legitimate Emperor, so you taking it from him would be problematic. There’s also the fact that even if the Kaiser dies, his children are seen as more legitimate in the eyes of both the public and the government.”
“Hmm…”
Karl looks worried. His claim to the throne isn’t legal by any form of even the most backward feudal laws he could find. None of his ancestors were able to get to the Imperial Throne, so by law he has no claim over it.
“However, with regards to those whom now support us, they have paramilitaries that we could… utilize”
“Paramilitaries?”
“We can’t count on the Reichswehr for protection, so making our own army would be a good start.”
“But how are we going to keep this hidden?”
“For now, you could leave that to me. I’ll organize the paramilitaries in secret, and that’s all you’d need to know.”
“Very well, then”
The two finish their drinks before Philo said his goodbyes to Karl. Leaving with an important mission: creating an army for Kaiser Karl that could rival the Imperial Army.
An impossible task? Perhaps. A suicide mission? Definitely. Will that deter Philo from completing his mission? No.