"Damn it! If I'd known that whoever donated the most military funds could become Viceroy of India, I would have smashed pots and sold iron to compete for it!" The Princely Rulers of the major states looked at Mir Osman Ali Khan with eyes full of extreme envy. They were deeply frustrated and disappointed. Had they fought for it with all their strength, they could have scraped together fifteen billion Marks. Although that was virtually their entire fortunes, with fertile land and the position of Viceroy of India, they could soon earn the money back.
The Princely Ruler of Mysore State in particular found this result impossible to accept. A mere five hundred million Marks had caused him to miss out on the position of Viceroy of India. This was probably the gravest mistake he had made in his life.
Mir Osman Ali Khan greatly enjoyed the jealous and envious looks others gave him. Although he had handed over almost his entire fortune, he knew that among all the Princely Rulers present today, he was the one who had emerged victorious in the end.
"Gentlemen, thank you for your support of the German Empire. Next, the Empire will soon hold a coronation ceremony for His Majesty the Emperor. Once this coronation ceremony is over, the division of India's lands will officially begin!" Prime Minister Bülow said.
Although the many Princely Rulers were unwilling to accept this outcome, they knew it could not be changed. They could only hope that, by the time their turn came, the fertile lands had not all been divided up. Still, even the worst land would be far better than what they possessed now.
Afterward, Imperial Prime Minister Bülow and Foreign Minister Wachth specially summoned the Princely Rulers of Hyderabad State, Mysore State, Indore State, Kashmir