Valkyria Chronicles WG - 02 (Patreon)

“See, I told you the new posters would turn out great!”

For as enthusiastic as Jaeger was about their new recruitment drive, its poster girl was less sure about his methods.

“Oh come on, Selvaria, stop pouting; you look great in all of these!”

“I...appreciate...the sentiment,” Selvaria replied hesitantly as she cast eyes over her printed self. “But I am not sure if the general public would be as supportive as you are.”

“Oh? But why not? It is important for the masses to observe the Empire’s mightiest warrior in order to keep morale up! I know, I always feel better when I see you!”

“That may be so...,” Selvaria replied as she measured her words carefully. “...however I do feel that this particular angle seems to...amplify...my curves beyond a reasonable measure.”

This was the second round of propaganda posters to have come off the press and she looked even fatter in these ones than the last. Following the last war room discussion that had in her absence, it was only natural that she had bulked up as it was on Prince Maxamillian’s orders that she increase her intake significantly. The plan discussed between Jaeger and himself had stressed that element which was absolutely non-negotiable.

“What? No,” Jaeger reassured the brigadier general with a forceful slam of his hand against her printed buttocks. “The people love you and your curves! They’ve always been there after all.”

Selvaria eyed herself once again and tried to look upon the situation more favourably. Cooking had always been a beloved hobby of hers and now she was receiving direct orders to engage in doing a lot more of just that. Her initial protests about needing to be present on the battlefield frontlines were met by Maxamillian’s stern gaze with expectations for her to start by doubling her intake within the week and consider adding an official fourth meal of her day by the end of the month.

Almost all the weight went into her chest and backside which Jeager playfully reminded her were the ‘stars of the show’ but there was no hiding the slowly building roll of belly fat which encircled her back and started to hang out in even the largest of uniforms.

It was in fact the violent destruction of one of those those very uniforms which had brought about the slogan for their new campaign after she had made the reckless mistake of attempting to sit down a little too quickly upon a chair in the officer’s mess hall.

The very thought of that recollection still caused her hips to ache from memory.

“Look at it this way,” Jaeger prompted in an attempt to fill the uncomfortable void in their conversation. “At least his highness isn’t mad at you anymore. In fact, he’s only been speaking your praises lately.”

Selvaria’s eyes lit up.

“Oh? I was unaware that he had spoken of me recently...M-might I request you to indulge me with the details?”

“What? Surely you know what ol’ maxy is like! He just said-”

“You’ll refer to him by his proper title, Jaeger,” Selvaria interrupted, her voice stern once more. “Do not forget your place.”

“R-right....Anyway, troop morale is up by over 20% and we’ve been receiving a lot of support on the front. Your pretty face is a thing of legend amongst the men and this is the best way for everyone to get to see more of you outside of the heat of battle.”

Selvaria considered this. It was true that she had noticed soldiers around her fight with a lot more fervor. Her reputation as a legendary warrior preceded her wherever she went and the funding they received in war bonds was able to buy them all a lot of very well crafted gear and supplies.

Whatever it was that drove the soldiers’ passion was certainly a viable tactic. She was doing her part in whatever way she could and it was becoming clearer to her that there was indeed more than one way to fight a battle other than with her legendary armaments.

“Very well,” Selvaria sighed as she waved a dismissive hand. “You have my permission to distribute these. I hope that they will prove just as effective as you say.”

“It shall be done,” Jaeger bowed submissively, taking extra care not to let Selvaria know that he had in fact already distributed them out a week before to the printers for mass production. “Oh and one more thing before we wrap up here.”

“Hmm?”

Jaeger fished into his pocket and withdrew a letter emblazoned with Maxamillian’s personal seal. He could almost hear the sound of Selvaria’s eyes widening as she gingerly took the paper from his hand.

“Orders from the top. While I work on the next part of the campaign, you are to work on the next part of yours. His majesty has prepared this eating plan for you personally….”