|I'M THE OP VILLAINESS| {Yuri}

CHAPTER 25『BATTLE OF MEDEON』

My feet were drowning in the infinite, uncountable particles of this goddamn bloody desert. My shield and general equipment were behind on my backpack.

The sun was unbearable. It was showering the top of our heads unrelentlesly with heat, making our journey even more difficult than it was.

We could hear the vanguard of the army: the Tagmata. They were moving their feet like they were on vacation but still somehow, they are able to move faster than us. They have more armour, and certainly way more on their minds.

I guess you can't say anything when Her Highness is marching just next to you, in the front of the column.

Yes, Her Highness Vespertite Bernadotte, the second Princess of the Empire of Lightning herself. The one who, according to rumors, knocked out the Crown Princess in a Duel, which lasted less than a minute. Legends say she subjugated the unforgivable Northern Barbarians in just a month. She defeated them in an ambush and used that momentum to siege the majority of their lands, destroying their armies and their morale alike.

In the present, she's marching with us in this bloody desert with thousands of troops behind her, in her quest of..."cleansement"

I guess one could more accurately say "eradication, "subjugation", but come on, we're not the bad guys here! We're doing them a favour by sharing our culture and conquering them!

I don't know for much time have we stepped foot in this place. Hundreds of thousands of us were walking on it, so a huge dust cloud probably gave away our position. We could have easily split our armies, but I guess Her Highness wants to show the Barbarians our martial and militaristic prowess altogether.

"Hey...do you know...for how much longer...are we gonna march?"asked the person in front of me, the other person in front of him.

He turned his head around dizzily.

"Hah?! Do I look like a bloody map?"said the guy in front of him.

"No, I'm just asking to see if you knew. You look like an officer, you know."

"Yes, because why I am an officer! I'm a fucking centurion! Don't you see my head?!"

The centurion pointed at his significantly more colourful and tall and expensive helmet, whilst turning around for a moment to confront the guy behind him.

"I hear we're close to Gandrae, the first outpost of the Eastern Kingdom."said another dude just behind me, who overheard their conversation.

"Well, would you look at that! We are not close to anywhere, you idiots! The Princess demands you to march, so you'll march, and you won't rest until we get there!"

"Oooh, someone did not pay much attention to Geography class..."

"Unlike you all bastards who were hugging their mommies and daddies when you kissed your homes and their asses goodbye, I was fighting the Northern Tribes. So, do me a favour and shut the fuck up. Pretty please."

Just then, we hit another sandhill. The troops started wavering and moaned in pain, and many tripped behind them because of the weight they carried in their bags.

When our column marched first with the Princess in the vanguard, the top of the regiment stopped abruptly.

"Hey, damn sissies, move your arses before I beat you all with a stick!" The centurion barked, but to no avail. No one moved.

"S-sir?!"

"What?!"

"W-water! We found water!"shout a soldier, pointing beyond the hill. I couldn't see it yet.