Berlin, Germany. The German Emperor Wilhelm II's office in the imperial palace.
The atmosphere in the office was somewhat grave. Oscar sat behind his desk with a dark expression, while the Empire's military and political ministers sat on the sofas. Every one of them looked exceedingly unpleasant.
Oscar had previously made it clear that Gibraltar had to be taken. The Mediterranean Fleet had already begun its operations. Yet at this critical juncture, an unexpected complication had arisen. No wonder Oscar was in such a fury.
"Your Majesty, we truly failed to consider this thoroughly. We greatly underestimated the Spaniards' audacity. We never imagined that they would actually dare to interfere." Imperial Prime Minister Bülow wore a bitter smile.
Indeed, Spain's audacity in retaking Gibraltar at such a time had completely surpassed everyone's expectations. Spain had been in decline for many years, and its king and ministers had long since lost all ambition. During the last World War, they had not even possessed the courage to join the fighting. Yet now they dared to snatch food from a tiger's jaws. Were they not seeking their own destruction? The German Empire was now the world's foremost power. Once Germany became enraged, it could easily wipe Spain off the map. Everyone could not help but marvel at how outrageously bold the Spaniards had become. Or perhaps their king's and ministers' heads had all been kicked by donkeys.
"Your Majesty, perhaps the Spaniards believed that the Empire would not go to war with them over Gibraltar. That is why they dared to retake Gibraltar so brazenly. Furthermore, for centuries, Spain has claimed sovereignty over Gibraltar, and quite a few countries do recognize that claim. Perhaps that is what they are relying on," Foreign Minister Wachth said.
"Hmph! Why should we care about their declaration?