The Girl Who Eats the God of Death
Chapter 10 - Luxury Food is Delicious

When Schera led the troops back to Belta, they were greeted with cheers of excitement from the castle's soldiers. These men were the members of the cavalry unit assigned to do homework, and they waited in the spirit of the return of their superior officer.

"Thank you for the welcome. I'm h-home. I pushed myself too hard, and I felt like I was going to faint."

Schera cheerfully crossed the bridge and entered the castle while biting down the stalks of plants. After everyone entered the castle, the drawbridge was once again lifted.

"Welcome back Major Schera! What about today's business?"

"We were confronted by a Lion. I think their defense is getting a little tight, as expected."

He remembered the unit carrying the Lion Flag that confronted him. The young man who shot a sharp arrow at him. Since his priority was to fend off arrows that would inflict fatal injuries, he was unable to fend off a single arrow. Fortunately, he was not injured, and only his armor was damaged. When he threw a small scythe that he had brought in return, the scythe barely avoided. The lieutenant had true strength, good intuition, and he also did not enter into an ambush.

It seems that the Lion Flag is not for mere display. They are really troublesome enemies. He bit the stalk he had lost in half, crushed it, and then swallowed it.

"That's because Major Schera is over-exaggerating. Come, the food has been prepared for you!"

The response from the soldier who raised his hand, directed him towards the barracks.

"Thank you. Aah, before that, I have to get a new armor. This shoulder is broken. You guys go first."

"Major, I really think you should get treatment, how?"

The anxious cavalry were worried about Schera. He was the soldier who gave the sweet plant to him during the patrol earlier. When Schera recalled that, she grabbed a small pouch from her waist.

"I'm okay. No injuries to my body. Put that aside, thanks for the food. Put this on and eat something you like."

He took out a glittering gold coin. Forget food, one person can eat as much as they want during the week. At that enormous reward, the soldier became agitated.

"I-It's too much."

"If you mind, then go with the other soldiers. Money that is not used is useless."

"But."

"alright. If you insist on refusing, I'll throw it away."

"Wait-wait!"

When he took a stance to dispose of the coin, the soldier hurriedly extended his hands. He threw it, and the soldier caught the gold coin.

"Thank you very much, Major Schera!"

"Back of love."

After the soldier saluted, Schera immediately advanced while remaining on his horse. He was so hungry that he would definitely faint. No matter how much he ate, his stomach would be empty again shortly after. However, his weight never went up. The question is, where did the nutrients he ate go?

Schera doesn't know. When did this start happening? Maybe after that time when he ate that death god? This might just be a dessert given to his greed at one time. But Schera thinks this is better than the times when she felt like she was going to starve to death. He may not be able to feel the feeling of a full stomach, but he can ease the feeling of hunger.

Recently Schera was very satisfied. He had become famous before he knew it, his stomach was somewhat full, and he could eat together with his comrades. With just that, Schera was satisfied. Other problems are not important.

He handed over his horse, and midway to the barracks, Schera was stopped by a voice calling out to him.

"What's this?"

"Report, I heard that Major Schera is looking for new armor. Please use this! It's pretty good."

A cavalry guarding the base gave Schera a new armor. It was jet black colored armor. On his shoulders was a white bird.

"A really good look. The quality is also very good. Where did this armor come from?"

When asked, the soldier puffed his chest and replied while hitting the armor with his hand, *kon kon*.

"I asked a civilian blacksmith employed by the military to make this armor. At first he was very hesitant, but when I told him that you were the one who was going to wear it, his attitude changed completely. I think this armor fits the Major perfectly!"

"......Thanks though. I'll treat you to food later. By the way, can I try it immediately? I hope it fits the size."

"S-please"

"What, is there a problem?"

"T-No. I'll help you!"

The damaged armor is released, and Schera installs the new armor. "What happened, what happened?" The curious onlookers around the area began to gather, seeing their esteemed and legendary Major innocently changing into clothes.

What's unfortunate is that she doesn't have the slightest bit of sexual attraction. He doesn't have a good body curve. His face is bad too. After quickly putting on the armor, the soldiers were increasingly attracted to a bright red coat. Schera tucked her hair behind her ear, and then unsheathed her large scythe, doing some attacking movements. He tested whether the armor would bother him or not.

The soldiers who were blabbering reflexively gulped. Their superior officer slowly placed the scythe over his head, and then made a slash move, and the corner of his mouth curved. At that appearance, they were speechless out of fear and admiration.

".......There seems to be no problem. I'll get the blacksmith's reward after this. I want to eat first, so if there's anything, come to me after I'm done eating."

It seemed that food was more important than armor, and Schera left at a quick pace. The soldiers around him were watching, they all stood firm and saluted.

"S-Ready! Understood, Major Schera! That armor seems to suit you, really!"

“……?”

Schera put on an expression of doubt, but she left in silence. The remaining members exchange face to face and issue ******* which is in.

—"I'm really glad I'm not the enemy," they thought.

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Barracks Dining Room.

Schera silently ate bread, steak, corn soup, and vegetables.

The delicious aroma stimulated his appetite, he chewed and ate slowly while enjoying the taste. He could eat some delicious food today. When he ate, a smile would naturally appear.

—Then, harsh words were directed at him.

"Sorry for bothering you when you eat! We are—"

These two people who had been standing quietly in front of Schera's desk for a while, with their limbs about to go numb, spoke to Schera.

Of course they understand that disturbing while eating is an irreverence. But, quite a long time had passed, and this leading superior officer barely even glanced at them. Assuming that he would not mind if it was something that was just a greeting, they dared to speak up.

Immediately, a loud and dull sound rang out, and Schera narrowed her eyes and no longer smiled, emitting a bloodlust. The knife in his hand was stabbed, plunging deeply into the table.

The thing Schera hated the most was being bullied while eating and slowly enjoying the taste of the food.

In times like these, he would eat with great happiness with all his heart, eating everything he wanted that he could not eat while in the midst of battle. Being disturbed at a time like this, it was like a flash flood suddenly hitting him.

Just as the previous one when the military police who interrogated him were nearly killed, Schera's aggressiveness increased many times greater than it usually was. This could not be described with words other than disability, but it seemed that he himself had absolutely no intention of prolonging the matter.

"—Diem fucker. Can't you just eat me again? If you don't want me to relax, mending you on diem sono. If you still insist on doing something else, I won't stop you on, laslin you like."

".....M-please forgive me."

“…………”

Schera once again began to eat happily. Only the sound of a dining device being used could be heard on the dining table. Filled with tension, the two of them did not dare to make a sound. They did not want to pull the tail of a hungry tiger again.

—Eat him will be finished....in one hour.

"......Sorry for keeping you waiting. So, what's my business?"

Schera wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, thanked her for her food, and shifted her focus to the two soldiers. The two people standing there were filled with fear, affirming their bodies, paying their respects, and introducing themselves.

"Today we were appointed to be Major Schera's aide. I'm Second Lieutenant Katarina!"

"Just like me, I'm Second Lieutenant Vander!"

"Ahh, you are the ones mentioned by Officer Staff Sidamo. I heard you guys came to take over my command. Let's work together from now on."

Schera stood up and saluted calmly. His posture was shorter than theirs, but it seemed like the motivation they had was different. In fact, the two aides were somewhat awe-inspiring.

"T-No, absolutely not. The commander is you, Major Schera. On the other hand we'll help you to the end of life."

Katarina desperately confirmed, but Schera shook her head.

"I never received official officer training. All I could do was swing my scythe to survive. I wish on you two. I'm sending you cavalry troops."

"We'll devote everything we've got!"

"86!"

Upon seeing Schera leave, all that was left was a mutter, the two of them spontaneously stared at each other, and agreed that they had a troublesome superior officer.

"....I think it's pretty out of the norm for a hero. I. know someone who looks a lot like him."

"My view of heroes is different, so there's no need to say the details."

"Even if you beg, I won't say it."

"Well that's a relief. Still, he's a lot different than I imagined. I think he's more, how do you say it...."

Vander crossed his arms, turned towards the chair and sat down. He seemed tired from standing for so long.

".....But I think the rumors are true. I really thought I'd get killed."

"From the conversation I heard earlier, apparently he threatened a military police officer. It seems to be true too... It's probably a punishment for disturbing Major's eating."

"However, as an ally, there is no more reliable person."

Katarina pressed her glasses and immersed herself into thinking about this very interesting situation. Being able to bring out his intelligence on a hero up close was his dream.

Vander shook his head, and felt surprised, muttering, "I can't rival him."

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—Next day.

The commander of the Fourth Army, General David, who was finally there to gather the appointed officers.

Separated in many units, reinforcements numbered 40,000. Together with the remains of the Third Army, they numbered 80,000 in total.

The soldiers were divided and placed in each of the fortresses around Belta.

General David is the impatient type of man, deciding to annihilate the Rebel Army by any means necessary. David is a candidate to become the next Commander-in-Chief, but he loses to the brave and famous Yalder, and this will be his greatest chance to change everything. If he obtained the feat of destroying the Rebel Army, it would not be an exaggeration to say his cat was already in a sack.

Traveling to Belta, he had been dispatched by the Royal Capital, where Grand Commander Sharov had ordered him strictly to "do not let them cross the Alucia River."

But which might do it yourself. The person entrusted with the command of strategy was him, David. He was born to a high class noble with ties to the family lineage that established the royal family. His relationship with the current King was also close.

For someone with such high pride like himself, it was extremely annoying to be ruled by a normal family that was just up and coming like the Bazarov family.

"The audience, I'm David, commander of the Fourth Army. Since I'm already here, there's no need to worry anymore. We will execute the rebels immediately, and I promise you that victory and stability will be here soon in the Central Border Zone."

"I'm honored to meet you for the first time, Commander David. I'm Sidamo, Chief of Staff Officer of the Third Army. I've compiled all the reports on the Rebel Force and made a re-establishment plan for you to read."

David glanced at the documents handed over by Sidamo, and in simple words, "unnecessary", he threw them.

"I don't need a collection of information from a defeated Staff Officer. You have tarnished the history of the glory of the Kingdom. How dare you live without shame. Don't you know how to be ashamed?"

Sidamo bowed to David's humiliation. The civil officers standing around also bowed to the humiliation. They were gathered as people of a fine lineage, and did not mistakenly refer to them as accomplices of David.

"......I'm sorry."

"Head of Staff Officer. It would be best if you were just a pathetic food manager. The Chief Officers of our Fourth Army can think of a strategy. You just think about tomorrow's food menu."

"Really, you even dared to show your face in this meeting. It seems you have no self-respect."

"After all, he was from a fallen noble. He's not ashamed of it."

On the words of one of the Staff Officers, the other officers on duty voiced their agreement. Someone from a simple family can get achievements is something that is annoying. Yalder is reckless, but she doesn't discriminate based solely on family genealogy. Sidamo's shoulders trembled because of the humiliation.

A sound that shattered the atmosphere spread throughout the room. It was a chewing sound, like something was broken. The person who made that sound was Schera. Schera, who was a temporary field officer, reluctantly participated in this war meeting. Due to the sudden procurement of the war meeting, Schera had skipped breakfast and felt extremely irritated.

The room went silent, wondering what it was, but as Schera quickly chewed and swallowed it, no one took issue with it.

A big man beside her glanced at him, but he pretended to be stupid: he really had no idea what was going on.

"......Well whatever. Arrange Third Force, Officer Staff Sidamo, you will do it. If you work well, maybe you can still be useful."

"I'll pour out everything."

"—Hmph. By the way, where is the hero that became the topic of conversation recently. Didn't he play a very active role in this cowardly Third Army? Even though I don't know if it's true or fake."

When David saw the faces of the gathered officers, he stopped at one point, at a little girl dressed in black armor unequal to the man.

"Are you the one? The officer who was given the nickname God of Death by the enemy?"

"Every sir, I don't know about the God of Death, but I'm Major Schera."

As Schera saluted, a rude laughter rang out from around. After stroking his beard, David sighed deeply.

".....It seems that Yalder is senile as well. Which even bowed his head to someone who showed an unsightly and humiliating sight. Moreover, exercising his own political influence and allowing someone of obscure origins to inherit the name of a nobleman. Major rank he said? The army is not a playground."

"Jesus. He also bowed and was defeated by the Rebel Troops. What kind of leadership is this?"

“—Understanding. As it is, his Steel Division is just a decoration, isn't it? Defeated in a single attack, they were nothing more than trial papers. Just a show."

"Forcibly making this boy a hero is possible to raise morale. Hard-witted, isn't this actually a ludicrous endeavor?"

With astonishment, they constantly mocked Schera. Mockery and mockery are also done, and if it is a veteran who has self-esteem, he may get angry. However, the person who was the target of ridicule did not mind at all.

".....In the next battle, if you don't provide the appropriate services, I'll drop your rank. It gave me goosebumps thinking a little girl like you would stand shoulder to shoulder with us high ranking nobles. I want to instantly knock you down as an ordinary soldier with all rights."

"—Read more, I, Major Schera, understand."

With an ominous 'Hmph' sound from his nose, David continued his addition.

"This might be the last time I can talk to you. Geez, what an absurd story. You stupid Yalder."

"Honor David. It's almost time—"

Adjutant David reminded. David's schedule is really solid. After the war meeting, he had affairs meeting with influential people in Belta. In addition, a welcoming event was being held for him. To make his strength known, and to strengthen Belta's defense, industrial work was needed. There is no time to worry about stray dogs.

"Ahh, that's enough. The commanders of the Third Army, all of you leave. We'll decide what happens next. At best, you'll just have to sharpen our swords."

Expelling them, David urges them to leave with hatred from the depths of his heart shown on his face.

An officer in charge opened the door to the meeting room and gestured with his head. Quick go, that's what he hinted at. The members of the Third Army, helplessly went out. People who have lost their leaders are treated this way. No one said the word complaint, and with heavy footsteps, they reflected on their own misfortune.

—Although, only Schera smiled, and with light footsteps, he walked in front of the leader and left.

Finally the trash talk was over, and he was finally able to get his hands on the delicious meal he had been waiting for. There's no way he'll complain.

Barracks Dining Room.

Schera was in a good mood at breakfast. Next to her is Catherine the Adjutant. He eats in silence. Together with his higher, and lower, officers. Valder went out to check on the training from the cavalry unit.

After the meal was over, Schera breathed a sigh of relief. Because of that stupid long talk, his mood was quite bad.

"Have you finished eating?"

"Yes. It's really delicious. I can still eat again, but that's enough for today."

How much do you want to eat? Katarina furrowed her brows. His glasses then slightly went down, and he immediately fixed them with a finger.

".....What about the war meeting? It seems you're going in the middle."

"Ahhh, that bearded idiot told us to. If we don't play an active role the next time, he says something like I'm going to be demoted to an ordinary soldier."

"Ma-Major! If someone else hears you say, you could go to jail for defamation from a superior officer! He's the supreme commander here in Belta."

He covered his mouth with his hand, and gestured to lower their volume. But Schera's voice was very loud.

"If I'm put in jail, then it doesn't matter if I break into it. Don't you?"

"Please try not to do that!"

"I think you're right. Well, then do your best, Second Lieutenant Katarina."

Schera smiled and patted Katarina on the shoulder, and then stood up and left with the words 'till see you'. What he left behind was an adjutant who issued****** which was even deeper than his superior officer.