|I'M THE OP VILLAINESS| {Yuri}

CHAPTER 18『LEISURE』

"I just don't see her value in here. She's not am Urg! She's just a puny, weak human, carrying all this stinky, horrid, red substance inside her, keeping her warm and alive...disgusting."

Do the Urgs discriminate against humans? Yes, they do. In the game, my sister took on her side all the humans of the Empire, thus having an army with far greater numbers. With the "power of friendship," she manages to overcome Vespertite in the end.

Vespertite, me, on the other hand, didn't really have the Humans on her side, not their armies. She only had the support of a handful of Imperialist Urgs, managing to maintain the Imperialist roots this land once valued.

The populist Aristea, and her radicalism, swayed the people, an exercise in which Plato called "Demagogy." I advocate against this kind of treatment. "Everyone is equal", yeah bullshit.

Call me a stinky fascist, an Imperialist, anything, but you can't change this: an upper class person is in the "upper" class for some reason. Because they have money? Yes. However, using that money to educate yourself in the ways of the sciences, is what makes you different than a typical nouveau-riche personality.

Anyway, I got a little sidetracked here. Thank God there's no communism in this world, otherwise, I'd know who to destroy first. And it wouldn't be my sister, I assure you. Damn those utopianist idiots.

Aurelia may feel disgust towards humans, as any other Urg would, but I can't bring myself to. I was a human in my past life, and I just can't wrap my head around it. To hate them, I mean.

"What did you just say to me, you little shit?"

"Whatever you heard, you athuroglot*! Such effrontery!" (*Athuroglot≈a vulgar orator.)

"Why speak this way when nobody understands you?"

"Uh, they do. You're just a peasant, that's why you don't understand. You're supposed to be a serf. I have no idea how you've come to inherit such a powerful magic Odos."

"Aurelia," I interrupted her, "let's just calm down, alright?"

"But, dearest Vespertire, this is no way to speak when addressing thyself and myself! This is preposterous, proletariat-style behaviour!"

That's it, I'm marrying this girl. But I need to mediate things here. If I want a powerful asset who can appeal to the masses, like Hybris, for example, it would be great to have her by my side.

"Ugh, another one of your philosophical and Liberal Arts discussions, booooring. I just want to be tutored by Miss Evil Princess. May I be tutored by Miss Evil Pri-?"

"First of all, don't call me that."

"Alright, how should I call you then? Vespertite?"

"That is fine by me."

"W H A T? You're letting her call you by thy glorious, magnificent first name?! And why can't I do that too?"

"You can, Aurelia. I never said you cannot. I'm your girlfriend, after all."

Just for a moment, I saw Hybris' stoic face crack up, with me mentioning the term "girlfriend" when referring to Aurelia. Maybe she's just a close-minded conservative Church follower. She's a human, after all. She doesn't think the same as us. We're a different race, and generally a different people, so we're bound to be different in some way.

"Why can't we just get this over with? Show me. Show me the magic."

I looked briefly at Artemisia for a moment, silently asking for her permission. She just smiled, nodding her head silently. Aurelia looked at us, thinking that something was going on here. And if she did indeed think of that, then she's goddamn right.