The Girl Who Eats the God of Death
Chapter 09 - Sometimes Grass is Also Delicious

Inside Belta Castle, in front of Sidamo's office.

The two newly appointed newcomers stood still while wondering what to do. More specifically, they wonder what to do with the thing in front of their eyes.

".....I wonder what this is?"

"No matter what angle you look at it from, isn't that bread?"

"What I'm asking you is, why is there a piece of bread here... I wonder if this is a test for us. We better take it that way."

The muttered of a woman wearing a new officer uniform as she pressed her glasses. Maybe that was the way he faced a confusing situation.

The other man watched and stared at the bread. Nothing special, just an ordinary loaf of bread. No less or more.

—In other words,

"Someone might drop it. You're thinking too much."

"Dropped it here? Who the hell would do that?"

"Give up, we'll take it. The one who dropped him might be Officer Staff. I'll hold it unnaturally and maybe he'll notice."

"......Just do as you please. Don't involve me."

After displaying an expression of disbelief, the young lady knocked on the door. A sharp voice from a man replied from within.

“—Who?”

He took a deep breath and said.

"I'm Second Lieutenant Katarina Nudes assigned to the Third Army today! I've come to introduce myself!"

"Same sir, I'm Second Lieutenant Vander Hafiz!"

"Lake in."

"Excuse me!"

Hearing that short answer, they straightened their backs to look polite and entered the room. Inside is a man doing his job with a lot of wrinkles between his eyebrows.

The two newcomers guessed that this might be the Chief Staff Officer of the Third Force, Sidamo Arte. First impressions are very important, however. They straightened their backs, stomped their heels, and saluted as they had trained many times before.

—When they accidentally looked down, there were pieces from the crushed flower vase on the floor.

"Good work has come to Belta Castle, the vanguard of the Yuze Kingdom. From here on out, I expect good work from you guys, is what I want to say, but..."

Sidamo cut his words.

“……?”

"Not long ago, it has been decided that we will be united with the Fourth Army. Unfortunately you became part of the Third Army for only a short time.... Put that aside, what are you holding in your hand?"

He pointed at the bread Valder was holding. His eyebrows shriveled and twitched again.

"This thing is in front of the door, so I picked it up. What's possible this is the property of Chief Staff–"

"Wrong.... Throw it away if you see it. It was something a Hero dropped. If you're hungry, I don't mind if you eat it. As long as this conversation is over."

"Ready sir."

Katarina and Vander exchanged looks of doubt. But Sidamo ignored that and continued.

"......Returning to the topic of conversation, as I said earlier, as soon as the Fourth Army arrives, we will join them. Most likely, we'll be assigned to support."

They will work behind the scenes and not be able to achieve spectacular results. There was no doubt that they might have a very heavy task charged at them. Using resources from others, not someone's, for sure.

"Then, what about the assignment to Major Schera's unit......?"

Katarina asked timidly. This is the best opportunity to work alongside a future hero. He didn't want to miss this opportunity. On the other hand, Vander thought that there was nothing to be done about it.

"There's no problem. As arranged, you will be listed as an adjutant. Perhaps it would be best for you to greet Major Schera while carrying food after this. That way he'll listen to you seriously."

"Understand."

Hearing the word food, a question mark floated on Katarina's head, but she did not dare to voice the question. There seems to be a connection with the bread before, but this is not the right time to ask.

"......As for Major Schera who will be your superior officer, he is a rather troublesome creature. He liked to act arbitrarily using his authority, he had experience commanding a chaotic unit, and he did not know well about the art of war. Nevertheless, he was a formidable person and was the holder of numerous enemy officer assassination records."

Sidamo states in words what it is without adding or subtracting it. There was no point in lying, so he nonchalantly just relayed the truth.

"N-However. He was promoted to Major at the age of 18. I believe this is an unprecedented speed even in our army...."

When Vander asked, Sidamo nodded seriously.

"Indeed. He volunteered at the age of 16 during recruitment, and on that occasion, he escaped because he was carrying the heads of the Rebel Forces. After a surprise attack in his first battle, in the middle of the battle, he annihilated an enemy platoon and was promoted to Second Lieutenant. He infiltrated among the defectors of Antigua, infiltrated the enemy spy base, and killed a Colonel of the Imperial Army."

"L-It's amazing."

Katarina praised sincerely. This is a career that fits a hero perfectly. If he continues to do so, a promotion to General may not be a dream. He will see the development as close as possible. He was happy to be an adjutant for that.

"Moreover, at the Battle of Alucia, he led a cavalry whose commander had fallen in battle, destroyed the enemy's food storage warehouse, and after that, broke through the enemy's siege and returned safely. He was the owner of such an achievement. If we have 100 like him, there is no doubt that victory is ours."

"Then, why do you think there's a problem?"

"Of course, Schera is good at combat. However, he never received training as a military officer. His knowledge was shallow, he was leading on instinct, all he had was incredible strength. For a single soldier, it is indeed great, but I have a big problem about the insecurity of entrusting 3,000 cavalry lives to him. At the same time, you help him, I want you to limit his levity."

"So you mean....."

"Think like this. He's completely fallen into the enemy's trap, you keep him from getting killed at all costs. Don't let him fall into the same trap because we are the Third Squad, that's what I mean.. ——How. Do you guys understand? If you understand the nod of your head."

Finishing with his almost self-deprecating speech, Sidamo urged those two who had been bombarded with words.

"Interprehensible. I'll help with everything I've got."

"Same. I, Vander, will devote everything!"

Katerina and Vander, despite being bombarded with words, saluted and conveyed their understanding. For some reason, they feel like they have a job that is very difficult to emphasize on them.

Sidamo let out a relieved expression, albeit only slightly.

".....Goody. If so, you can go. I expect achievements from now on."

"86!"

The two aides withdrew respectfully and repeatedly exchanged glances.

Like, they were wondering what just happened.

"For now, let's greet Major Schera. We don't understand anything if we don't meet him in person. Considerations can be delayed later, right?"

"Y-Yeah. Like you said. It's better to take action than just worry.... No, we cannot act without thinking. Definitely not. What actions can not be done—"

Katarina muttered to herself and pressed her glasses. "This again?" thought Vander as he walked forward.

"What are you doing muttering alone. I'm first yeah."

"Tu-wait!"

"Don't talk too loud. People will hear you."

"That's because you left me!"

Because she was sober, Katarina had no parents, and she was a child prodigy who went through hard efforts and studied hard to this extent. He would rather learn than fight, and if forced to say, he dislikes people who act without thinking.

His unusual foster parents were also people who acted before thinking.

After adjusting her slumped glasses, Katarina chased after her partner.

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Belta Castle, in the stables.

The two of them started a conversation with the soldier who was taking care of the combat horses.

Maybe Katarina was tired of walking, her body looked lethargic.

"....Where's Major Schera?"

"He led the cavalry and went to do his duty just a moment ago. At most he took the opportunity while on patrol to go attack the supply train as usual."

"But, Officer Sidamo told him to stop doing that."

"Hahahaha, free to say the same to me. Just tell Major Schera directly. Well, if he were to stop just being told, I don't think the Staff would be as troubled as they are today."

The soldier laughed and took care of the horse again. He was also one of Schera's cavalry units. Perhaps because he had seen the strength of his commander directly, his morale was relatively high. Seeing the soldier returning to work, Vander let out a light sigh.

"Somehow I feel there's a problem waiting for us. Maybe it was a mistake to volunteer."

".....Diems. Even if you think so, don't say it."

"It's my personality to say what I think."

"Fix that trait immediately."

"I'll do it, Second Lieutenant Katarina."

After coming to visit Schera's office, they found the room empty, so they searched around Belta Castle. They finally heard a trace of him in the barracks, and rushed towards the cage as they were told.

However, they were late, and were only told that he went out to patrol the region, Schera led 100 cavalry.

—It appears Schera has completely forgotten about the new aide.

At about the same time, in a different place.

"Let's see.... I wonder what our house was like, Antigua..... As usual, the flag was a complete ruin. That green flag is really annoying. I became more and more irritated when I saw the flag. I guess I'll get wrinkles on my eyebrows just like Officer Sidamo's staff."

Schera looked at the castle through the binoculars he had stolen from the Empire's intelligence forces while lying on his stomach.

The armour of the Yuze Royal Family against a green background– it is the flag of the Liberation Army. Then the armour of the Royal Family against a red background, was probably the flag of the Royal Army.

Schera violently pulled out a handful of grass around him, put it in his mouth, and chewed like a horse. Bitterer. Not fun. Sharp-smelling.

"I shouldn't have eaten this," he immediately regretted.

With a very violent appearance that would make it difficult for someone to approach him, Schera looked through the binoculars and checked the current condition. Inside the castle it seemed to be calm, but it did not seem at all that its security was vulnerable. The city inside the fortress was filled with people like soldiers or merchants, cheerful faces could be seen on the citizens of the city who were coming out and entering. Half a year had passed, and his calmness had been completely restored. In fact, it was probably a better prosperity than when it was under the rule of the Kingdom. There is excitement because it has been freed from the possibility of cruel regulations. The displeased Schera, spat out the grass.

".....Major. Nobody eats grass when they're irritated."

A soldier who was on standby at the back said to Schera, feeling astonished.

"All my food I live in horses. I have nothing I can eat right now. My stomach is in crisis."

"please calm. Take-take this. I got it a while ago."

He crept up next to Schera and handed her something with a smile. In the middle of passing through the Alucia Plain, he picked up some plants from the fields. Since this was already within the enemy's territory, he had without hesitation taken one.

".....I wonder what this is. It looked more chewy than the grass I ate."

"This is a plant that is the raw material for sugar. Cut the stem and hold it in your mouth. It's sweet and delicious."

As the soldier said, when he cut it and put it in his mouth, a sweet liquid filled his mouth. Schera let out a big smile and bit her.

"It feels sweet and delicious. This is a great achievement for you. I'll treat you to food after we get home."

"Thank you a lot."

"Look, my stomach, the defense of the opponent's castle is very solid– what to do next, should we go for food as usual? They've come from far, far and wide bringing all that here for us. We should be grateful."

He diverted the binoculars from the castle to the Plains of Alucia, starting to look for a supply train carrying goods.

"Even so, we keep repeating the attack over and over again, so why don't we ever have a breakdown though?"

"Somewhere useless like this, maybe they just don't have time to spare. It seems that they are trying to concentrate their strength around Belta. But isn't something like guarding a supply train to do to the best of their ability? —Oh, I've found food for tonight. I'm curious about their defense."

Schera found a line of trains in the distance. He could see that his guard was lacking. That way, there will be no problem. The moment he decided to act, he felt a strong bloodlust. He immediately turned the binoculars in that direction.

"Major? What's up?"

"......It seems our comrades are very free. Or could it be that we who are outrageous do so. Here, you look at it too."

He said and unexpectedly threw his binoculars at the soldier next to him. The soldier panicked, and after he held onto it, he looked towards the direction Schera pointed at.

.....A fierce cloud of dust swirled around. It was a cavalry unit carrying the Liberation Army Flag, and moreover, the Lion Flag. Their number may be around 100. They moved towards the hill where Schera and his group were. Besides, they glide pretty fast.

"They're clearly moving towards us. Major, do you think we've been found out?"

He asked while returning the binoculars to Schera. He didn't panic because he had confidence that they would get away.

"They might be looking for us with this thing, too. Earlier, I made eye contact with someone who looked like a commander."

Schera stood up slowly, stretched out her arms vigorously, and headed towards the place where the soldiers were hiding. Will they start an attack, or will they retreat without a fight. Schera thought while holding the stalk of the plant in her mouth.

"What are we gonna do?"

“—Try us see. We're about the same number, so I'm gonna go say hello to them. You guys still don't ride horses and prepare for an ambush. Be sure to prepare a long spear. If our guests come, we'll give a firm welcome."

"A lone horseman under any circumstances is extremely dangerous! If you want to go, we'll go with you!"

"If the unit gets injured, the Staff Officer will reduce my wages again. I'll just do a quick greeting, so you don't have to worry."

Schera put on her helmet, jumped on her beloved brown horse, and prepared her big scythe. Her hair, which could not be hidden, was stretched out from her helmet. "Maybe it's time I cut him off", Schera thought agape while lightly swinging her scythe. The unpleasant sound created echoed around.

The group members reflexively held their breaths. They were really happy that the scythe would not be swung at them. Schera kicked his horse in the belly, and the horse began to glide forward toward the Lion Flag with all its might.

Featuring the Lion Flag, this troop has found Schera. They were given the difficult task of guarding the supply train because it was ransacked by constant assault. Like starving wolves, the enemy cavalry corps attacked them fervently. With the use of this elite unit as a guard, it proves how severe Schera and his group are. The Liberation Army's kitchen was also not in a good position, and they had no reserves to donate to the enemy forces.

"Colonel Fynn. At this distance, they would probably be able to escape."

The young man named Fynn nodded lightly when a female aide who was sliding with the horse spoke to him.

At first glance, he was a man with a gentle figure, but he had strong arms and had killed two enemy Major Generals in the previous Battle. With the shocking battle manner that was before, the one who annihilated the Jira Division was this man as well. He was given a lion badge, and he was the strongest warrior in the Liberation Army.

This young man's name is Fynn Kattef. He would later be hailed as "The Lion General".

"Although that's the case, you don't think it's a problem, do you? After all, our job is to protect the supply train to the point of its final blood."

"The "God of Death that was said in the rumors was completely dispelled. To the extent that we're called in for escort duty."

"A ruthless monster holding a huge scythe, right? If that's true, I don't know why I want to meet him. Well, all I can say is, it's nothing more than a rumor."

When Fynn checked using the binoculars again from on his horse, the human silhouette that had previously disappeared. If he was an actual god of death, he would not do such things as sneaking around. A rumor is nothing more than a rumor. The fear in a person is disseminated, and then strengthened.This is the truth behind the God of Death. Just as he convinced himself about it—

"Unknown horsemen are hurtling towards us!..Wearing the armor of the Royal Army, and holding a large scythe!!"

A soldier retreating from the front row said in a loud voice. When Fynn hurriedly focused his eyes forward, indeed, there was a horseman gliding with frightening momentum.

"......Woy, that's just one horseman. Is he planning to give up?"

"He put on a fighting posture. It doesn't seem like a surrender."

He considered it a surrender, but since the horseman was holding an enormous scythe in his hand, it did not appear that his intention was to surrender. It also doesn't seem like a desertion either.

"A raid with only one cavalry? How ridiculous! Drop him off his horse and reveal the true nature of that miserable god of death!"

The female adjutant shouted loudly, and with enthusiastic cheers, the three cavalry brandished their spears and charged over.

"Ready-rush! Leave it to us-!!"

"I will crush him with my spear!!"

"I will give him a suitable gift for underestimating us!!"

The three young cavalry were full of vigor along with confidence in their weapons and extremely high morale. The small-bodied cavalry and the cavalry of the Liberation Army crossed arms. In an instant, the head of the first cavalry was thrown. The other cavalry unleashed vicious attacks to injure his opponent. His coordinated attacks were easily encountered, the Death God's beloved horse smashing into his body with all its might.

The last cavalry considered that his enemy was no match for him, turned his horse and ran a few steps, then he leaned suddenly and fell. A small scythe used to mow the grass, poked out from the young man's head. Schera throws it like a boomerang, and takes the life of its prey. He targeted the small gap between the armor and the helmet, and precisely hit it.

"That is the god of death. The rumored God of Death."

".....That's really no fun."

"Not only that, she was a young girl. It's not wrong, it's the god of death."

The brave cavalry unconsciously voiced tension. They are strong men, but they like to believe in superstition. It was the symbol of the Death God who ruthlessly snatched away souls. On the figure interpreted as the incarnation of the Death God, they felt an instinctive fear.

"Your woy, how can you call yourself a cavalry troop carrying the Lion Flag!? What to fear from a single horseman!! Be self-aware!!"

"T-But"

A calm voice interrupted the distressed cavalry.

"A little bit, I'll be the one to make sure of this."

“—-Eh?”

When Fynn muttered that, he pulled his bow from his back calmly, and pulled his bowstring firmly to its limit. The arrow that was pulled with its great power, let out a loud sound as it shot towards Schera.

“—–Cih!!”

Since the arrow was many times faster than Schera had expected, he parried it using his scythe. Without any pause, the arrows were shot out quickly. He swung his scythe and brushed it all away, but there was one arrow stuck on his shoulder armor.

Schera clicked his tongue, pulled out the arrow, and then turned his horse and began to climb the hill.

"It seems that the arrow can hit even the God of Death. If so, even we might be able to win. He seems to be human just like us."

"Colonel Fynn, let's go after him right away! This was the best chance to avenge everything that had happened until now! For our comrades who were killed as well, let's go after-!!"

".....No. gabe. I don't know why I have such a bad feeling. We're going back. We've completed our mission to guard the supply train. I don't think it's good to push ourselves any further. More importantly, we have to put their bodies together."

"86-!"

"And also, a single cavalryman came to me, which came to my mind was that he was luring us. There must be an army waiting to ambush. I refuse to die tragically in battle from being ambushed. Come back, don't pout. Your beauty is gone later."

"......Understood."

Seeing the adjutant biting his lips, he unintentionally let out a rude laugh. At that moment, he felt a strong bloodlust, Fynn's countenance changed.

“—–!! Milla, dodge-!”

“Ap-!!”

Before his aide, Milla, could respond, Fynn immediately jumped on Milla's horse and pushed her. Receiving an unexpected push, he fell off his horse.

A small scythe was thrown to the place where Milla was just now. If Milla had not fallen off her horse, the scythe might have cut off her neck. What a terrible accuracy. If only he had not been pushed, then there would have been a fountain of blood, no doubt.

Looking from a distance, Schera shook her head. After which, the corner of his mouth moved and he looked at Fynn and his group. Then, after provoking them by moving his finger at his own neck, he slowly returned to the top of the hill. The cavalry had forgotten about the chase and stood glued.

".........Death God's nickname I don't think is a joke."

After protecting the life of his important aide, Fynn vexedly stared at the figure who was retreating while sighing. Perhaps, the figure of the little girl would slaughter several hundred comrades from now on, or it could be that Fynn was terrified. The appearance of the huge scythe resting quietly on his shoulder was none other than the God of Death itself.

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Sorry just updated