I Will Stage A Coup D’état

Mussolini was lost in a trance, intoxicated with brandy and drugs.

What on earth did I do wrong?

Everything he had done was for the sake of this country.

He had only dreamed of restoring the glory of Rome, bringing back self-esteem, and making this country a new Rome.

For a moment, it seemed as if everything was going according to plan.

However, what Mussolini had gained, what he could have gained, slipped through his fingers like a mirage.

And the beautiful illusion ended.

The Duce’s dreams, myths, and the people’s trust.

In the place where the Duce, who had been praised by all, stood, all that remained was a middle-aged man being pointed at by everyone.