Side-Story: Al-Udras' Sufferings

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Al-Udra was a diligent girl. She knew her name was a little weird. She didn't know why her parents decided to name her that way but maybe they had their reasons.

However, she had her fair share of embarrassing and awkward moments in her life mainly because of her name.

However, setting that aside, she managed to gain a fairly good position in her city's army even as a woman.

This was her first day at work as an official "Platoon Sub Commander". They were camping outside the city walls for training. Things were going pretty well until the neighboring nation decided it was a great day to attack.

 'Why… just why?' she cussed in her mind.

To make the situation even worse her platoon commander died while taking a shit.

Someone decided it would be a good idea to bomb the toilet.

Al-Udra gave another series of cussing towards the one who bombed the toilet. Because of this person, she had to take over the platoon since she was the sub-commander.

But that wasn't the end of her misery. After the initial battle ended and both armies were taking a rest, another piece of news came to her.

Many of the commanders and soldiers died while taking shit because their toilets simultaneously burst into flames.

It seems someone vigorously went around and mixed laxatives in the soldiers' food and also set up mines in the toilets. Although poison was a restricted substance in this city laxatives weren't. So, the perpetrator probably gathered some over time.

As for the mines, it seems they were stolen from their own inventory.

'That damn traitor must be from the weapon management commission.'

Because of this person's action, Al-Udra shot straight throw the ranks.

Now she had to manage a great part of the army. Which was not ideal for an inexperienced person like her.

'Damn it. If I found that traitor bastard Toilet Bomber, I will make him realize what hell feels like.'

*Achoo!

Suddenly a subordinate behind her sneezed.

"Hey, if you are too weak to catch a cold then you shouldn't be here you know." She said sternly.

"I'm sorry mam." The subordinate apologized.

Al-Udra sighed. The man behind her was also a person who was elevated to his position due to the higher-ups dying. This man was actually from the Wepon Management Commission. therefore, he was weak in combat. The cold evening wind in the desert is probably harsh for him.

Al-Udra felt a little bad for the man. But nothing could be done in this situation.

She looked at the pink-colored spirit in front of her. This spirit was their last hope. They had sacrificed a lot of people to summon it.

Al-Udra could only hope that the spirit would be able to take care of the situation.

"Sigh, I will definitely resign if I survive this." She murmured.