F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!-Chapter 174: Destroying the Image

"You think our general’s okay?" a comrade asks me as the angel girl in front of me heals my arm. I shrug at him.

"She should be. She looked fine despite the sword stuck in her body," I tell him, shrugging again as the angel girl takes a few steps back.

"All done. Does that feel better? I’m sorry I couldn’t heal you sooner, Lord Gallian. My magic was drained because there were so many injured with really bad wounds," she says, wiping sweat from her brow.

"No problem... uh..."

"Faye! My name is Faye, Lord Gallian." She says with a smile. It’s still uncomfortable having an angel tend to me, but having someone with healing powers is great.

"Hey, you three! The General is coming!" a soldier says, running to the center of the camp. The three of us quickly head outside since it’s important. It’s been about two days since she last returned, so having her here is really useful to find out what she’ll do.

"..." Faye is the first to run off, heading over to Evelyn, who is standing beside Eve, while I join the other soldiers, seeing that our general is completely fine, as if that wound were nothing.

"Good, I see most of you have gathered here. Only the wounded or those collecting resources from the forest are missing," she says with a smile.

"I know some of you must be worried—after all, you saw me wounded—but know that I am perfectly fine. I came here to give you commands before I spend some time away."

"I want you to follow the original plan of cutting down trees to build better shelters instead of these inadequate tents and barracks. Eve and Syl’Vyr will take turns coming here to give me reports while I stay at the mansion."

"It will take me at least one to two weeks before I can come to the camp to lead you again. Maybe a month, though it’s unlikely to take that long. Why will I use this time?" She poses a question many must have.

"It’s obviously to meticulously torture our enemies. We had 128 enemies attack us. Of those 128, we managed to capture 21 angels alive, and the rest were killed."

"I believe we did well, considering it was our first joint mission. Once I have more information about the angels, I will decide more appropriately how we will form our defensive formation."

"Now I’ll leave the rest to Eve. She will explain things to you." Evelyn takes a step back, and we all grow calmer. It seems our commander really knows what she’s doing, and if she’s going to torture the angels, it really makes sense for her to be away for that time.

After all, torture takes time to bear fruit. And it really was a good battle. We had some casualties, but everything was within acceptable limits.

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"Your turn to speak, Eve," the fake Evelyn says, taking a step back and giving me the "stage" to talk. And I must say, I’m surprised she imitated Evelyn-sama so well and didn’t ruin everything.

"Soldiers, as Evelyn-sama said, Syl’Vyr and I will take turns handling the reports of your progress during the time she is not here," I begin saying what I planned.

"I would also like to say that I will be responsible for the first part, where we will hold the burial of our fallen soldiers, while a team of 20 of you should finish collecting the corpses of the angels and bring them to the mansion." Evelyn-sama still needs the materials the bodies can provide.

"So I... Gyaah?" I let out a little moan, turning red when, out of absolutely nowhere, I’m grabbed from behind. I feel two soft hands grabbing my breasts from under my uniform.

"..." I look back and see this depraved bitch doing this in front of everyone. The soldiers give the scene a strange look as she starts playing with my breasts, squeezing them in front of everyone.

She somehow slid her hands under my uniform, getting inside it and reaching my breasts without hiking the clothes up too much, so no one actually sees my breasts, but it’s obvious she’s there squeezing them.

I think about pushing her away until I understand what she’s doing, and that paralyzes me. She’s trying to make me the one to blame for ruining Evelyn-sama’s authority. Her doing this in front of the soldiers will only generate a slightly odd reputation for Evelyn-sama.

But if I correct her in front of everyone, if I stop her and push her away, one thing will become clear to the soldiers: Evelyn-sama can’t even keep her close subordinates obedient.

And then a dangerous mindset will arise: "If not even her servants obey her and even correct her in front of everyone, why should I obey?" That mindset is far too dangerous.

"..." I bite my lip, taking a deep breath. Fortunately, I realized her plan before pushing her away. I can never correct this fake Evelyn in public, or her credibility will plummet.

"A-As I was saying, I-I will handle the burial preparations and arrange the place where we will bury them... Ghmmmaah." She squeezes my breasts so hard that a tear streams from my eye. It hurts, it really hurts. I feel her nails digging into my flesh.

"No, no, no... hey soldiers, I have a much better idea. You soldiers are tools of the Demon King. You owe absolute obedience and loyalty to my father."

"Your bodies also belong to the Demon King. This means that not even after death do you have any rights. I will use the bodies of the fallen soldiers as material to create marionettes," she says with a smile, making several soldiers gasp in shock.

"Does anyone have a problem with this?! Those who agree with me, say ’Understood, General.’ Those who disagree, stay quiet. But those who stay quiet will be killed to become marionettes. At least that way they’ll be better soldiers who know how to obey." She speaks with a sickening coldness that isn’t part of Evelyn-sama’s act, and it makes the soldiers shudder since they don’t know Evelyn-sama’s true strength. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Understood, General!" All the soldiers accept. Of course they accept. Meanwhile, my legs grow weak. She’s squeezing me with so much force and savagery that I can only avoid making sounds that would make me seem weak.

"Great, we have a consensus, soldiers. So also collect the 30 corpses of our fallen comrades and bring them to my mansion along with the dead angels." She stops talking, giving me the cue.

’A-At least this will make them respect Evelyn-sama m-more...’ Even if it’s a dirty move, the truth and honesty in her tone generate fear, and Evelyn-sama said she wants to lead through fear and respect.

This will also make the soldiers more careful, since besides the fear of dying in battle, there will be the fear of becoming material for a marionette.

"Y-You heard Evelyn-sama, soldiers... so I will only handle the initial report part since the burial won’t be necessary anymore... Hmmgg... I-I also need one of you to check how much food we have left so more can be brought from the village." I say, feeling her touch soften. I look down and see the blatant mark of where her fingers are on my clothes.

Her grip is unpleasant, and I can only accept this humiliation. The soldiers themselves even avert their eyes, with some clearly uncomfortable with it, while others stare directly at my breasts being messed with.

"Haaa... Haaa..." I breathe heavily, trying to stay focused. I’ve never had to deal with something so humiliating before. If this bitch weren’t in front of all these soldiers, I would never accept this.

"F-For the soldiers still injured, F-Faye will remain here a while longer to heal you... Ghmmmaaa!!" She presses her body against mine, arching me forward while squeezing my breasts hard, forcing me to hold back a moan.

It’s not just pleasurable; it’s painful. Her grip leaves marks, and her nails pierce the skin, letting drops of blood trickle from my breasts, which are pushed forward because she’s arched my body with hers.

She knew that if she just touched me gently, I wouldn’t make a sound, so she squeezes hard and hurts me to make me release low sounds that seem like moans even though they’re from pain.

"Well, soldiers, I think I’ll be going now. I have people to torture, you know? After all, their sweet screams of pain won’t make themselves."

"Gaahh..." the fake Evelyn says while pulling my nipples hard, making me almost collapse forward from the sensation. But her hands finally stop, and she pulls them out of my clothes, finally releasing me.

I look back and see her licking her blood-stained nails as if it were something delicious, before she gives me a mocking little wave and starts to leave.

I see the soldiers’ faces. Despite Evelyn-sama’s authority not being questioned, mine has just completely crumbled. Now, to everyone, I will always have the image of the girl who gets intimately touched in front of everyone and can only moan and accept.

"..." I bite my lips so hard that drops of blood start to trickle as I rub my sleeve against my face to wipe away the tears that streamed down.

"Dismissed..." I give the order to everyone, and it takes almost 10 seconds before they finally obey, showing how my authority has crumbled to the bottom, while Evelyn-sama’s authority has risen through fear.

I start heading to a tent after a minute of breathing to regain my composure. But in that one minute, everything has already changed. As I walk to a tent, I see the looks and whispers.

Some are looks of judgment, others are looks of pity, and some are disgusting whispers about my body and how I just let it all happen. This just shows that that bitch got what she wanted.

She completely destroyed my image, making me seem like just an object attached to the "general," which in this case is Evelyn-sama.

"...Oh..." In the tent I enter, I see Gallian organizing some papers. It’s kind of annoying how this guy is always everywhere, but apparently he’s one of the best soldiers, so he handles a lot of things here in the camp.

"..." He looks me in the eyes, which gives me some calm, since many soldiers’ gazes now always drift down to my breasts.

"You looked pathetic up there," he says, handing me some papers.

"I know..."

"Strange... why did Evelyn act that way in front of everyone?" There he goes again, with these stupidly intelligent questions. He honestly is the worst soldier of all, because he questions too much.

"She just... misses her wife..." I make up an excuse.

"Oh, really? Miss Esther?"

"...Yes. They were very close, and now they’re far apart, so sometimes she might do things like that..." I invent an excuse that seems reasonable, especially for anyone who has seen Esther and knows she has an undeniably tempting body.

"Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. As long as our general continues to lead well, eccentric things don’t matter, right? After all, I was led by Laplace in the past, and it was common for him to rape girls after battles." When Gallian says this, inside, I’m filled with rage.

’How can he compare Evelyn-sama to that dirty little worm?!’ Comparing the innocent Evelyn-sama to that filthy rapist is ridiculous and pathetic in every possible sense.

"Yes... they’re children of the Demon King... it probably isn’t uncommon for them to act in ways like that... after all, they have power, right? They’re strong and authoritarian." When I say this, he agrees, and with that, I at least defended Evelyn-sama and diverted suspicion from her strange behavior.

"..." He starts to leave after handing me the papers, while I wonder how to recover the respect I just lost.