My Yandere Empress

Chapter 4: Ch 4: A Mere Puppet

Barbarians.

The term in itself was never used by the "barbarians" themselves. But rather, civilised kingdoms and emperors grouped together all the wild humans that could possess a threat to their citizens and their wealth, and named them as barbarians.

Similarly to what happened in the original novel.

In fact, these so called barbarians residing in the Great Forest were divided into numerous clans.

And looking at every face he was able to recognise from their character arts, Enzo knew where exactly he had stumbled upon.

The Hermann clan.

One of the top three strongest as described in the novel. Not like that stopped them from being a cannon fodder.

Enzo already knew the results of the battlefield. As dictated in the novel, this was their last stand after the Windsor Army, the ones bearing the unicorn sigil, had destroyed every other settlement of the Hermanns and pushed them in here.

Enzo glanced beside him at the lady lying on the ground. Her face appeared restless as she shifted from side to side.

"Lady Lysandra...", He muttered in a low voice, recognising her.

His gaze then shifted to the silver haired man, who had already descended from the high grounds and was regrouping a couple of barbarians while making his way towards a lone figure at the centre of the battlefield: Bloodaxe Hermann, the Shogun of the clan.

And also Lysandra’s elder brother. Even if Enzo hadn’t known about it from the novel, he could still say they were siblings from the uncanny similarities between these two. Red hairs, dark eyes that held a natural authority within them and faces with similar structures.

Even now Bloodaxe stood out from everyone else in the battlefield. His ferocious stance, his battle dance that slaughtered the invaders like pigs and his fire element that burnt more the longer he fought - it was thus, not at all unnatural for him to stand out.

If one were to look into the battlefield, they might think the barbarians were winning the battle.

Multiple archers positioned throughout the rising grounds who pressured the Windsor cavalry to retreat and not come too close to their brotherhood; the Hermann foot soldiers who were fighting relentlessly against the wave of the Windsor Army and even pushing them back.

And then there were the small squad like units led by strong and influential leaders of the Hermann clan.

Everything indicated towards their victory and the Windsor Army’s loss.

But...

Enzo knew better.

’This is just the vanguard. The main army is still on its way here.’

Even thinking about that, he gulped in silent nervousness and a pinch of anxiety.

But not because of the threat the army posed and their inevitable loss.

But rather because...

’Princess Valerie will be leading the main group.’

Afterall, he was about to meet the character he had once admired the most. Only that she had been mere words back then but now...he would get to see her for real.

A nearby scream brought him back to his reality. To the side, one of the Windsor men had sneaked upon an archer, killing him in the process. And now he was already climbing uphill. Towards Enzo.

Seeing this, his lips curved upwards. ’It is beginning eh? The first major incident...’

He glanced to his right as he added inwardly, ’... Lysandra’s death.’

In the novel, just as it was now happening, an invader had passed through the line of archers and had killed Lady Lysandra and...another nameless barbarian.

"Which is me." Enzo thought with a calculative gaze.

No longer had he finished thinking that than a migrane crept up at his forehead.

Enzo clutched his head, confused as to what was happening.

The ache increased as he tried to lift himself up but almost staggered to the ground.

’Fuck, not now. I need to save myself.’

And thus, with a stifled groan, he crawled towards the bow and picked it up. Then his fingers fumbled with the quiver, trying to take one arrow out.

All the time while doing that, he had to keep his eyes on the invader as well, who was using the covers of the night and steadily heading upwards.

The other archers could see that as well but due to the rough terrain and the huge distances each of them were postioned away from each other, not a single arrow of theirs found the Windsor soldier.

"Time to change a major plot...unwillingly." Enzo muttered as he lined his arrow on the bow and aimed it at the soldier.

Then using the very covers of the night that the soldier was using to creep upwards, Enzo angled his bow upwards. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Then he waited...while watching the armoured man come uphill.

Enzo released the arrow the moment he entered his range. It shot outwards with a piercing sound and embedded itself into the soldier’s back, who groaned in pain before going down.

Enzo swore he could hear a collective gasps of relief from a few of the other archers at the death of the invader.

Although he really doubted if any of them even knew he was the one who shot down the threat.

"Probably not. They must think it was one of their arrows that took him down, which is the natural conclusion."

And Enzo wasn’t one to complain either. He didn’t want compliments handed out to him when he was himself unsure of what he wanted to do with this life of his.

The only thing he was sure of was that he would live. Not just survive...but live his life and fulfill his ambitions.

"But that aside, I have to address another issue, that is, the change of the plot. While my significance in the novel was almost null, that wasn’t the case with Lady Lysandra."

He recalled the events that had followed her death.

The silver haired man, who was actually Lysandra’s husband and one of the greatest tacticians of the Hermann clan, had gone in a state of frenzy seeing his wife and his unborn child die. ƒrēewebnovel.com

And that’s where the barbarians had started to fall. Without their battle commander’s commands, they couldn’t adapt to the Windsor Army’s changing pattern in attacks and as a result, a lot of barbarians had fallen to the vanguard.

By the time the main army had arrived, the Hermanns were spread haphazardly with no proper command and discipline.

It took a while for the Windsor Army after that to clear away the rest.

Enzo glanced at the silver haired man and concluded, "Given the fact that Draven had seen his wife die, that means his eyes were directed towards my direction."

He sighed, "And given his enhanced visionary skills, he definitely knows I was the one who shot down the man."

He thought about it for a while but then ultimately shrugged, "Meh, who cares? As long as he holds his ground and is able to defeat the Windsor Army’s vanguard before the main party arrives, that’s all fine."

At the same time, the headache that had been eating through his brains was now gradually dissipating.

But alongside it, a flash of foreign memories were entering his head.

The memories of the original owner of the body.

To say he was surprised and shocked at each of these memories would be an understatement.

"I was a puppet?"