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Valkyria Chronicles WG - 04 (End)
🕑 Added 2021-04-07 17:22:32 +0000 UTCThe fall of the Galian front would mark a historic turning point for the battle as the Empire’s victory drew ever closer. With active soldiers rapidly depleting, the royal family had desperately turned to recruiting both women and children into their service in a last ditch attempt to stave off the inevitable.
Yeager’s ploy had made for a swift and decisive blow to cut off this last line of retreat. Men who did not immediately meet their merciful end before Selvaria’s raw power were willingly charmed by her feminine curves and switched sides. Women, desperate to avoid active combat, ate themselves to unbelievable levels of obesity, rendering them far too useless to even field basic spotting duties out of fear that they might simply abandon their post while in search of a meal.
On the day that the empire soldiers marched through the streets to take the capital at long last, they found little to no resistance awaiting them. The royal family and its retainers had fled, leaving the obese traitors of their nation behind them as well as their riches sources of raw ragnite ready for the taking. A new age was upon the empire as it stood upon the precipice of greatness.
“We did it...we actually won!”
Selvaria slumped against the edge of a battle tank as she was rolled into the town square. This was her more favored mode of transport now as walking tended to leave her quite tired and sweaty which was unbecoming for her photo shoots. Doing her make up and making her look more presentable was so time consuming, time which she would prefer to spend actually consuming things of a more fattening variety.
“That we have,” Jeagre sighed as he popped out of the gunner’s hatch. “Although, I’m sure his highness will not stop until any last point of resistance has been completely crushed beneath his heel.”
“Then we must do so on his behalf,” Selvaria declared triumphantly as she raised a flabby leg against the barrel of the tank’s mighty turret. “I shall continue to serve my lord through thick and thin.”
“And thick and thicker,” Jeagre pointed out, as he noticed her own thighs were now more than double the width of the barrel. “But before we can embark on that campaign, we have our new orders.”
The general withdrew a royal envelope from his front pocket, emblazoned with the empire’s golden eagle. Selvaria carefully slid from her position and sprawled herself across the chassis so that she could read along.
“Congratulations upon your glorious victory this day. The city is ours and these resources shall be used to help our empire prosper even further. However, while we may have taken the bodies of the citizens for now, it is a hollow victory until we seize their hearts and minds. Pockets of resistance continue to oppose our occupation by denying us resources to survive the long, Galian winter. You two are to put an end to any further pointless depletion of resources until my entourage arrives in the spring.
Do not disappoint me.”
Selvaria shuddered with admiration as she mouthed those final words. It was by his will that she had undertaken such a drastic change upon her figure and while she had to admit that she had felt hesitant about it at first, the final results were more than stellar. She chastised herself for ever having doubted the plan in the slightest and resolved to double down her convictions instead.
“So, you know what ol’ Maxy’s wanting us to do, right?” Jeagre continued, noticing Selvaria’s glassy eyed stare. She didn’t even take notice of him referring to their lordship in such a colloquial way.
“I am aware, Jeagre,” Selvaria said calmly and clearly as she found herself refocusing. There was a brilliant strategist still underneath all of her added softness who laid out all of their most immediate priorities. “Securing food for the winter is going to be our number one priority and the rebels know that.”
“So what do you suggest we do?”
“Why, that’s simple.”
Selvaria leaned into the opening of the tank with her plump fingers to withdraw Jeagre’s trusty camera. She tossed it to him quickly as she struck another pose along the edge of the vehicle.
“The time for traditional fighting is over, we’ll make our opponent eat their words while we eat their stocks. There’s only limited film left so you’d better make every shot count!”
Jeagre grinned.
“But these are city folk, my dear general. What shall we do if they aren’t intimidated by the size of our forces like the country folk?”
Selvaria grinned as she gave her flabby belly a forceful slap, which sent it rippling in all directions.
“Then I guess I’ll have to muster some reinforcements. Drive me over to the nearest bakery. I’d like to sample their wears with the tip of my lance…”
