The More You Do, The More You Err; The Less You Do, The Less You Err

September 6, 1925, Amsterdam Palace, Kingdom of the Netherlands.

It was still the same familiar setting and the same familiar people, but whether it was Queen Wilhelmina or the Dutch Government officials, their expressions were far graver than before. A trace of despair hung in the meeting room.

"Everyone, what should we do now?" Holding the telegram that had just arrived from the Dutch East Indies, Queen Wilhelmina's face was as dark as still water as she turned her gaze toward the Prime Minister and the others.

The government fell silent. At that moment, there was no good countermeasure, and whoever spoke first would undoubtedly face Queen Wilhelmina's questioning.

"Prime Minister, tell me. What should we do now?" Seeing that no one stepped forward to answer, Queen Wilhelmina turned her gaze to the foremost figure in the government—the current Prime Minister.

"Your Majesty the Queen." Hearing Queen Wilhelmina call on him by name, the Prime Minister of the Netherlands knew that he could no longer remain silent. Otherwise, dismissal would be just around the corner.

Although Queen Wilhelmina did not possess much real authority, she could still dismiss a prime minister by following the will of the people.

"Your Majesty the Queen, those natives couldn't possibly have acquired so many weapons and supplies for no reason. There must be some hidden plot behind this that we don't know about," the Prime Minister of the Netherlands said, gritting his teeth.

"And then? Are we supposed to pin the blame on Australasia without a shred of evidence?" Queen Wilhelmina gave a cold laugh and said, "Whether or not there are Australasians supporting those natives, as long as we have no evidence, there's nothing we can do to them.

"Besides, even if we had evidence, what could we do? Are we supposed to