My Yandere Empress

Chapter 5: Ch 5: Schemes

A child, no older than six years, was once walking amongst the lush greenery of the Great Forest.

His black eyes and growing dark hairs added to his already innocent look. He had no friends and certainly no family.

...But he was still a part of the Hermann clan.

"Oh? What’s a child doing here all alone? Must be my lucky day!"

An obnoxious voice was all the boy heard before his vision turned dark. He couldn’t even see who had struck him from behind.

The child never woke up. Well atleast his soul never did.

However, his body did. As a hollow human shell.

Now a puppet of the chubby man.

"That is until, I replaced the fake soul implanted inside this body." Enzo muttered in a tone both horrified and...impressed.

An ability that allowed someone to make human puppets? That was the starter pack of any major villain.

And given that the man was never introduced in volume 1, Enzo could only assume he was probably a character the author had planned to introduce in the future.

But keeping that aside, Enzo found something more interesting, which was his body.

"The man had been able to create such a puppet that not a single barbarian, Draven included, suspected this body. It was as if my body was just another nameless barbarian."

Inwardly, he was quite impressed at how the puppeteer was able to blend his body among the Hermanns.

’I suspect I was being used as a spy...’

"Is that how they got to know Lysandra’s location?"

The more he thought of it, the more convinced he grew. The dots from the plot he already knew of started to connect inside his mind.

Someone had deliberately planted a puppet in the Hermann family. Since he was a member of the clan anyways, nobody every suspected of any fraudery. The fake soul was that impressive!

"It could be that a lot of the intel the Windsor army received was from my body only."

But that’s where things got slightly complicated. Enzo, through the memories he received from this body, had seen the face of the puppeteer.

...It had been a barbarian himself. While quite shocking a revelation, it was still the truth. Although he didn’t know the identity of the guy yet.

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Such a thought made sense to Enzo but at that moment, he couldn’t reach onto any decisive conclusion.

What he was sure of was that he had been used to figure out Lysandra’s location.

’Everything had been planned more meticulously than I had thought previously. At a single glance, this war looked like an impulsive reaction by the Windsor Empire. But it seems the planning had been happening for a while now.’

And once Lysandra was killed, his utility was over as well. And like an used good, he had been killed and discarded.

’But this time the results are different. The connection between me and the puppeteer must have also been severed.’ Enzo sighed, already understanding the complications behind his own transmigration.

Slowly, plans for his own future were sprouting inside him. They weren’t anything concrete for now since his plans would nevertheless depend upon the results of the battle in front of him.

A loud explosion shook the lands, distracting Enzo out of his thoughts.

Down below, Shogun Bloodaxe posed menacingly at the centre of both the forces. His waraxe rested by his side as blood dripped from the sharp and heavy blade.

The ground beneath him burned with a hot red glow, burning foes and allies alike. But it didn’t even leave a minor burn on the Shogun himself.

"Did you just say they attempted to kill her, Draven?" His voice meant for everyone boomed through the battlefield, louder than the war horns.

And from the way he spoke, one thing was clear.

Bloodaxe Hermann was furious.

He raised his axe and pointed at the shivering Windsor men.

"Kill them all, not a single of them should be able to see the dawn."

Behind him, choruses of battle maniac screams celebrated the declaration as they all raised their weapons in unity.

The only calm people amongst all these were the line of archers, looking for their next targets and Draven himself, who was standing beside the Shogun. His eyes analysed the field, looking at the now shattered formations of the Windsor army with something almost resembling...pity.

The two forces crashed against each other...again. But this time, motivated by the Shogun’s rage, the Hermanns tore through the poor defensive walls the Windsor men had come up with.

Draven moved like an assassin, his feet never making a sound. Then like a shadow creature, he would stab the vital points or the exposed parts of the invaders and kill them with a single blow.

At the same time, he would rotate through the field with quick precision, handling out new commands to the leaders before carrying out his assassinations.

Where Draven slithered like a silent snake, Bloodaxe moved like a raging sandstorm.

Wherever his axe struck, only death followed. Even while using brute force, he focussed on his techniques. He wasn’t striking blindly but ensured each attack carried the maximum destruction he could muster.

"Come at me, you lap dogs! No balls to face me." Saying that, he roared with laughter. His axe parried every single strike he was being dealt with.

Taking hold of a charging lance, he twisted it and the soldier who had been holding it, fell from his horse with a loud scream. Bloodaxe grinned at his reaction and beheaded the man with a single sweep of his massive axe.

He was about to move forward when he sensed a figure approaching him from his right.

He glanced at the direction. A man was making his way through the crowd, two daggers in each of his hand and multiple other sharp daggers flying around him. Each of them controlled by the man.

Bloodaxe gave a single glance and muttered in a disappointed voice.

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Then before the man even reached him, Bloodaxe raised his hand and pointed it towards his right.

An inferno tore through his palms, blowing everything to cinders. Including the attacker.

"So weak." The Shogun spat with disdain.

"Let’s finish this fast, you all." He roared. His words were once again met with a mixture of grunts of approval.

A little far away from the epicentre of the battlefield, someone else was fighting too.

Thorgar Ravensmith.

A rising star among the warriors of the Hermann clan.

At that moment, he was in a deadlock with six Windsor men. And yet, from the way his spear danced and pierced the metallic armours as if he was simply cutting through paper, showed his immense prowess at the mere age of twenty.

Unlike most of the barbarians, he was a named barbarian.

"Having a name is equal to claiming your place in this world. If you truly want a name for yourself, earn it."

This was what their ancestors had ruled out and even till this day, this bizzare ritual was what the barbarians followed.

That was also the very reason Enzo was referred as nameless in this world. Because unlike Thorgar who had slain eleven invaders by himself at the age of fifteen, Enzo had no such feat his former owner or the fake soul had achieved.