The Girl Who Eats the God of Death
Chapter 17 - Instead of a Good Medal, I Want More Delicious Food
Liberation Army Campground, Front Line.
The morale of the generals soared, and everyone cheered each other up, saying tomorrow would be the day they brought down Belta.
Diener predicted that the raid operation would end in one week.
If they ignore the casualties and storm out by night, the castle may soon fall, Diener thought, but there is no need to force itself. Now that they've come this far, even if he's mistaken, it won't change anything.
The trench was stockpiled, while the catapult protected the infantry. Then, when they could use the invading and breaking towers, they would instantly gain an edge.
With no sign of enemy reinforcements at this time, they were constantly making only frontal attacks. It would shrink the will of the enemy, produce internal destruction, and make them open its gates from within. They had succeeded in absorbing many rebels, the surrender of the castle was only a matter of time.
"Sir Diener, it looks like the raid operation went according to your plan. Our subordinates are also getting excited."
Veteran General Behrouz greets Diener. Superior in clever tactics, Behrouz was the centre of all the generals of the Liberation Army.
"mmmmmmm. Everything is according to plan. Maybe soon the door will open."
Belta Castle is shown on a map.
"After that, we only need to be on standby for a suicide attack from the enemy. Where they're going to do it, we don't know. We need to stay alert."
"Indeed right. Soon, I plan to weaken one of our siege sites. If we show a gap, we can lure the enemy out."
The pieces arranged on the east side were reduced.
"I get. You intend to deploy an ambush force on their escape route. Even though they knew it, the enemy who was planning to escape would definitely seize the opportunity. Staying there is like waiting to be destroyed."
"......Here, I plan to kill the rumored God of Death. Since he has become a dangerous existence, even if I have to deploy an army, I will make him leave the castle. That cavalry unit will definitely escape when the castle falls. On their way to escape, they might spurt themselves and move, but there was a perfect forest area. They must have passed through the area. I'll stop them there."
He moved his hand on the map to be understood, then he pierced the hand. He would put ambush soldiers on their escape path, and finish off those vulnerable cavalry that could only move forward. No doubt the enemy will move at night. Their visibility will be reduced, and they will not be aware of the ambush forces. No matter how strong he was according to the rumors, he was just an ordinary human being. If Diener destroyed him by numbers, Diener could definitely kill him. No matter what kind of hero he is."
"God of Death. If not wrongly named Schera Zade. A brave and determined young female general. I want to meet him even if only once."
Behrouz spoke haphazardly.
But his eyes did not laugh. Many of his comrades had been killed, and he was grinding his teeth. Losing Borjek and Voleur is painful. As officers who have a lot of experience, they carry an important role to guide the next generation. The Death God just took it away.
"It's a pity that this opportunity may never come to me. I will make the God of Death return to his home world soon. A ruined kingdom doesn't need anything like a hero."
Diener declared it, and directed her gaze at Belta Castle.
The rain of stones continues to this day. The enemy's counterattack is slowly decreasing.
–Everything went well.
* * * *
Six days passed since the start of the raid. As usual, the reinforcements did not arrive. The trench was filled up little by little.
Belta Castle, under this hopeless situation. Vip Room.
Schera receives an invitation from David and happily enjoys a magnificent and fabulous dinner. It was a reward for running an errand for David, and for showing that David appreciated Schera's earlier efforts. When David asked Schera what she wanted, Schera simply replied, Delicious food.
David, who had no appetite, noticed the female officer enjoying her food in front of her eyes and unconsciously smiled wryly.
"Major Schera, is the food delicious?"
"Yes. Delicious."
He responded without raising his face. He's not wearing any armor or gloves right now.
The weapon is underneath.
"Is so. Good though. It was a meal made by the best chefs. Eat slowly to enjoy it."
"Ready-rush! 86."
"It doesn't matter if you don't talk at the tomb. Just relax and enjoy."
He nodded, and cut off his flesh using a knife. It was a rare Cologne beef taken from the northwestern region of the Kingdom. Food made using meat is something that will never be found by the common people.
Tasting the dripping sauce, Schera put the meat in her mouth. In addition, something like the fruits of the Union and the wine of the Empire also existed. It was no exaggeration to say that it was the night tomb of a high class noble. Schera greedily devoured whatever was in front of him.
This little girl who looks like a mess with her own child, to David, she doesn't look like the dreaded God of Death.
David looked at this scene with deep interest.
–Then, there was an intruder who lunged in.
It was a noble man leading his own 10 troops. He was the man who always looked up to David and was given the position of Staff Officer.
Triumphant brandished his sword at David, and he put on a vulgar smile. Schera was stupid with him and kept eating. From their point of view, they could only see Schera's small back.
"I guess who came, said Pwrwira Asar Staff. Rarely do you hold something like a sword, what happens?"
David asked with empty eyes, and the man named Asar snorted.
"Hmmm, that's obvious. I will surrender to the Liberation Army and present the General's head. Princess Altura was originally the Royal Family. Serving him is not despicable."
"Then did you bother coming here? I really made you bother."
David lifted the bottle of wine. Schera poked the fruit using his fork. The fruit is green with a vascular pattern, and cut uniformly. He ate it, and it was very sweet.
"It's not like you, General. Showing this much affection towards a little girl whose origins are unclear. As the ringleader behind Calm Chaos, you're acting so casually."
Asar gave a signal, and a soldier approached the table.
"Yo, this is not a situation to eat casually-!"
After pressing Schera's head firmly, he pulled the cloth of his desk. The neatly arranged silver utensils, as well as the food, fell down and scattered on the floor. His wine bottle broke, and its contents flowed into Schera's feet. In Schera's hand was only a fork and a knife.
"I feel so desperate because of you, General David. I risked my life to serve you until now because I believe that it is the path to success. There is no value from a fallen noble. Still, I heard your head still has a price. Therefore, as a solace for serving you until now, I have come to ask for it. If you can sympathize, Mr David, would you hand that head over to me, without a futile fight?"
Making a joke, Asar did a gesture of cutting off his own head. Until he managed to gather his own troops, he thought he was late, but the target was still there, and he was relieved. He was worried that others were ahead of him.
But, it turns out that anxiety is in vain. The other officers seemed to be very busy as well. If so, he will not hold back, and he, Asar, will get his reward. He will instruct his soldiers to kill David. After that, he will open the gate and enter the Liberation Army. There is still work to be done, for not a few people are loyal to the Kingdom to the end.
"Mr Asar. What about this little girl? He'll be a hindrance, so can I kill him?"
The soldier grabbed Schera's slightly quivering hair. Schera seemed to be trembling in fear. It stimulates the sadistic soul of the soldier.
"It seems the General loves him. The general may be lonely. Kill them."
"–Siap-! Yo, you hear me? He said I could kill you. Hehe, what kind of face did you put on when you died––!!"
As the soldier's face approached, Schera turned around and stuck his knife deeply into the soldier's face. No matter how strong the soldier struggled, Schera continued to stab again and again. Horrible screams echoed in the room.
"Woi. Woi, are you denger?"
Bathed in a splash of blood, Schera asked near the soldier's ear. Because the soldier was just shouting, Schera stuck the fork he was holding onto his crown and threw him against the wall. After a slow sound came from the fall of the soldier, the room became quiet. David rubbed his chin irritated, he also got splashed with his blood.
"A-What's wrong with you-! N-No, wait. W-You Major Schera?!?"
"That's right. Since you are already nongol, end your history at. I have orders from General David. He told me to win over the brat who wanted to betray the Kingdom. In return, he told me this food."
Schera took the piece of meat that fell to the floor, and ate it. Its juice flooded its mouth accompanied by a rich taste of iron.
"That's the D-God of Schera's Death. Hey, I didn't hear about this! You said this guy hated bodyguards! You stupid-noble! Isn't this different from what you said!!?"
Full of anger, a man who was like a command captain shouted. He knows about Schera's powers. He was in David's unit when he stepped down. They certainly can't win. Terror rules over him only by confronting Schera. Before he was finished off by the Death God, he had to retreat immediately.
"D-Shut up! Do you know who you're asking!! Our enemy is alone. Surround and kill him–!"
"Basic moron-! You can say that because you don't know its power! Even if we have a hundred men, we can't win. There's no way we can win against monsters! Enough is enough, I'm not following. We have to leave immediately."
"Captain, wait for us-!"
The soldiers left the room. Even if they rebelled in order to survive, the God of Death who had waited was not something to be underestimated. Life above achievement. This is the thought they all have.
"Wait on! Whoi! You guys denied my orders!!? I said wait!"
He chased after them, then something was thrown at his back. His posture was chaotic, he fell to his knees on the floor, and his eyes were staring at something; it was the officer staff, who had been his comrade until just a moment ago. Also, an opponent competing fiercely for promotion in the shade of David.
“Hi, hiii-!”
"Asar Officer Staff. Just so you know, you're the slowest. The others have come before. I didn't expect you to overdo it and get the same result. You really disappointed me. Here, look. End of the rebels."
David stood up and kicked some balls hidden under the table.
Seeing that, Asar was instantly overpowered by an immeasurable fear. The balls are human heads.
Schera picked up her scythe that was on the floor and started walking towards Asar– while cracking her neck, very irritated.
"T-Please wait. A-Ampuni me. If it's money you want, I can give it to you. Major Schera, I beg of you-! Oh, yeah, kill David, not me! And with us to Liberation Army–"
"Same tube of your Liberation Army said? Ahahaha-it's funny that you said. Well, since I can catch an interesting chat, I think it's time."
With her face covered in blood, she smiled. He swung his scythe at the crying Asar. David nodded, looking satisfied, and gulped down his wine which had something red mixed in.
"Major Schera. I'm sorry to bother you. .....And also, I apologize for my rude comments earlier. So that's it, I'm sorry from the fall of my heart."
David lowered his head. Schera looked at him without any strong feelings.
"You, run away from the castle. Sidamo also asked you to run away. I can say that the trench will be closed tomorrow. If that happens, we won't be able to survive."
"Ready 86-"
"I'll stay here, but I I I plan to make the soldiers who can still move to escape. His command has been entrusted to Major Konrad. The plan will involve you and him. Do it tomorrow night."
"I, Major Schera, understand!"
"You can go. May the goddess of war smile upon you."
Schera saluted, swung her scythe to clean the blood attached, then left. In the room filled with the smell of blood, David closed his eyes for a while.
* * * *
–The next day.
The trench has been completely closed. The real invasion will begin.
"THE INVADER'S TOWER BEGINS TO MOVE! SHOOT DOWN THE ENEMY ARCHERS!!"
The invading towers moved forward to the point of dead distance from Belta Castle and began a ferocious attack.
"Pull-bow!! Shoot-!!"
From inside the tower while hiding their bodies, they started shooting at the archers in the fort. After losing the advantage of the height of the footing, the Royal soldiers were killed one by one. But they still did not take refuge. If they came down from the castle walls, the invading tower would put up a plank. The infantry will enter through there. They won't be able to stop the enemy if that happens. Therefore, they had to defend the castle walls to the point of the ultimate blood.
The raided party must not only pay attention to the invading towers, but must also pay attention below them. There is a possibility that the enemy will install stairs and climb the wall by force. Then also need concentrated fire so that the gate is not broken by the battering ram.
"DON'T LET THEM BREAK THROUGH! DON'T HAND BELTA OVER TO THE REBEL FORCES!! SHOW THE TENACITY OF THE FOURTH ARMY TO THEM-!!"
The voice of the frontline commander echoed in vain. The spirit of the defending soldiers was already on the verge of collapsing. In such a situation, there were soldiers who were encouraged due to the decisiveness of the commander.
But, it would be difficult because of David's former nobility. More importantly, he did not even come out of the main building. There's no way a soldier's morale will rise.
Schera had entrusted the task of commanding Katarina, and she was in discussion with Major Konrad. What is being discussed is the issue of the escape plan that will be implemented tonight. Konrad is a picture of a rude man, and he only says what is necessary.
"Major Schera. I am Konrad, commander of the Fourth Army. Regarding the plan, we will carry it out at the same time when it is dark. From what I saw from above, it seemed like the siege on the east gate was not very dense. Thus, we will break through from the east gate and head towards the fortress of Roshanak from the Canaan Region."
The area between Belta Castle and the Royal Capital is Canaan Region.
The region was surrounded by rugged mountains, and one had to pass through Canaan to reach the Royal Capital. After crossing the main road, a large area of plains will be seen, and in the middle of the land there is the Royal Capital, Blanca.
Canaan itself was a barren region, and agriculture could not be expected from that region. Therefore the region has no special industries, it is a poor region with a low population. Even if someone colonizes it, tal will have its advantages. It would still be, one would have to cross it if one wished to head to the Royal Capital.
"Keep, what should my cavalrymen do?"
Because Konrad was ranked the same as himself, Schera showed no formality because it was exhausting. He sat swinging his legs while chewing the beans. Konrad himself did not really care.
"Whether it's the front row or the back row, it's very likely it will be a tough battle. It's up to you to choose which one."
If they were willing to utilize their moving abilities, it would be more appropriate to become a vanguard and instantly dart, but unfortunately, the enemy had definitely been waiting for them. Due to the presence of ambush soldiers, the casualties may be large.
Then, if they become the rearguard, then it will be even more terrible, because there is a high chance they are surrounded by reinforcements from the north and south. It would be the end for them if they stopped moving, they would definitely be annihilated. It goes without saying that the rearguard has a very high chance of death.
"So should we decide this? Well I don't mind."
After all, what he was going to do was beat up the Liberation Army. What he's going to do won't change. On one of the nuts in his hand, he marked "x" using his nails. The other was left unmarked. After shuffling it, he placed one of the beans in each of his hands, and thrust it at Konrad.
"......What the hell is that."
"Nails that have the x sign become the front row. Your luck will be tested. Good luck."
Entertaining, Schera smiled brightly, and presented two opposite fates.
* * * *
The sun goes down, and the Liberation Army pulls their soldiers. There was no aggressive attack. Most likely, their plan to escape had been known. The Liberation Army doesn't seem to want to waste soldiers.
Light sprang up, torches began to illuminate the desolate Belta Castle. The night of determination has come. Looking around from the badly damaged castle walls, the torches on the east side were slightly visible. Beyond them was a forest, and a road leading to Canaan. It will be a thorny road.
Under the command of Conrad and Schera, 5,000 soldiers from Belta Castle gathered. Although injured but can move as a minimum requirement, only this much can be collected. Those who did not want to escape remained inside the castle.
The Fourth Army, which boasted of its majesty, was now but a mere shadow of their former selves. As soon as his escape was successful, those who did not want to escape planned to open his gates to surrender.
David balked at escaping, and he lived alone in the main building. The Chief of Staff of the Officer made up his mind to burn down the important documents. He threw all their past glory into the fireplace, and in the end he might drink poison.
Konrad sent a signal to Schera. Schera raised her scythe in response. Someone could be heard gulping. If they want to run, this is their last chance. They can't stop.
–But, at the same time, an explosion echoed within the castle. From the main building, flames began to spread. Other than the East Gate, all the gates were opened, and the bored Liberation Army waited, now lunging in. I think a defector did this. There is no other time to achieve anything other than now.
"–Open the gate of castle–!!"
Conrad shouted from his horse, and the last gate was opened.
"Unit Konrad, start moving–! All members of the assault! Forwarduuuuuuuuu–!!"
“OU-!!”
The infantry raising the flag of the Fourth Army began to move. Everyone is tired. There were even people who instantly threw away their swords and moved in another direction. From the East Gate, everyone had different thoughts, and they scattered in all directions. The command is no longer in effect.
The men who followed Conrad's direction numbered only 1,000. It was a unit he had led directly from the start. They were somehow able to maintain their morale was Konrad's ability. With their commander in the lead, they moved without hesitation, heading into the forest.
Schera noticed the collapsed movement. His cavalry did not move at the same time. Schera felt a sudden fisaat, and for some reason he stopped.
"Major, aren't we moving?"
The cavalry who had archery ability asked calmly. The Schera cavalry, under their black flag with their white crows, remained morally high. There are 2,300 of them. The number was reduced due to death during the raid. Schera thinks the death of her colleagues is unfortunate. The people who were going to eat with him had diminished, it was certain that it made him feel lonely. But, no matter where this was the war, it was inevitable. Schera ate rations for them.
"It's almost time, can we go now? It's getting brighter."
The red rogue rampaged through the main building inside the castle, where David was. Fires were raging from every gate of the castle. Now that there was nothing more to do, Belta had fallen.
Katarina.
"Major. Like I thought, Letda Vander doesn't exist. What I'm worried about, isn't it, I'm sure he's a deserter. Are we going to find him and finish him off? If you're willing, I'll kill him."
"Other times. There's something else we need to do now."
"86-!"
Schera directed the scythe perched on her shoulder to the side. They will attack.
"If so, are we moving too?"
Asked a cavalryman, and Schera nodded. The cavalrymen lowered their helmet covers. Schera doesn't like the heavy helmets they wear. Ignoring the warnings of the members of the group, he was wearing a light helmet that he liked.
"Major Schera, please order it."
Katarina pushed her glasses. His hand held his magic wand.
"–Cavalry Schera, will change lanes-!! Follow me-!!"
"Follow Major Schera-!! Raise flag-!!"
“OU-!!”
Striking his horse, Schera darted forward. The cavalrymen raised their spears which had been mounted on war flags and neatly darted following him. The enemy soldiers who were in high spirits, did not expect that there would be enemies, libas and trampled horses to death, and slaughtered using spears.
In the darkness, the white crows were crazed.
* * * *
The pursuit by the Liberation Army begins. Konrad's soldiers dwindled along the way, starting with those who ran out of stamina, and they died in the hands of enemy soldiers. They sneak out of the enemy's invading army and end up taking refuge in the forest. Then, arrows were shot at them.
"I thought there would be an ambush! Don't face them, keep running!"
"Focus on an attack on one area! There must be a loophole!"
Konrad gave the order solemnly. While giving the order, he also brushed off the arrows by swinging his sword. Is there really a gap? Isn't this a dead end? Anxiety rules him. Despite their dwindling numbers, Konrad's unit continued to struggle.
"Don't let any of them get away! Slaughter the soldiers of the kingdom-!!"
"If we get the chief commander, we'll get the reward! Don't let them escape!"
"If it is the rumored God of Death, we are promised a huge reward, and a promotion to general! We must kill them, and avenge our fallen comrades!!"
They chased the cavalry unit that ran in front of them. Their enemies fled in panic, and there would be no counterattack. There is no battle so easy. Victory is assured. They were chasing the enemy soldiers while their mouths were smiling bitterly. They will kill the enemy, take the enemy's head, and gain achievements.
–Then. The enemy cavalry confronted them.
The enemy cavalry suddenly lowered their speed and twisted their horses. Confused by what had happened, the pursuers stopped.
Targeting the pause, a cavalryman wielding a scythe instantly attacked them.
"that's S-Schera. The God of Death–"
The scythe pierced the throat of the soldier who shouted in front. Body raised. From his mouth came a terrifying cry, and his body convulsed. What kind of pain is inflicted on him? The soldiers around could not even describe it. After swinging him around easily, Schera split the soldier apart, and licked his lips.
The God of Death looked for his next prey, roamed around, and pounced. He swung his scythe in all directions, and blood began to gush along with his swing. Thereafter, the coordinated cavalry routed the pursuing Liberation Army infantry.
"What are you guys doing–! The enemy is currently escaping–! Spread and surround them, Flank Them–!"
A heroic rider attacked, but he was split into two from his head with just one strike. Helmets, armor, even horses, were split vertically. The other soldier no longer had his upper body. The horse carrying his lower body began to wander incoherently towards him, as if looking for his master.
“Hi, hiii-!”
"who's next? Anyone is no problem. Buruan, come to me!"
"Strike him-! Finish him!"
"Request permission to use the arrow! We can take him down if we concentrate the shots!"
"Can't! Are you going to shoot your own partner-!?"
The bow is useless. They're too close. Strange arrows will hit their allies.
Seeing that the pursuers had been distracted, the Schera Cavalry began to change paths again. Moving at a leisurely pace that hoped to be attacked, the infantry would encircle them again, and then the massacres would begin.
Every time that happened, the number of corpses increased.
Perhaps they were overwhelmed by fear from seeing this massacre, reinforcements did not come. No one wants to do something like stand in front of the God of Death. This battle they have won.
"–C-Enough. There's no point doing more than this. We leave them to the people in front of–"
"Huh-huh. M-Monster-!"
"Sial–! We're not told about dealing with the God of Death!"
After three massacres, the chase unit surrendered. This was a battle they won, why should they die as well? Why are they the only ones who have to face this monster? They helplessly watched the white crows run into the forest.
• • • •
"Major Schera-! In front of us in the woods, Konrad's unit is fighting!"
"I think they got ambushed. Then, we will attack them from the side. It's pretty dark, so I guess we need a little lighting. Katarina-!!"
Schera decided on their objective while preparing his scythe. On the sickle blade was a pitiful corpse cut from the enemy soldiers.
Katarina put magic power on the corpse using black magic.
"I'm ready whenever–!"
"–Alright, feel this–!"
He threw the body. The bodies were thrown into the bush, where it seemed the ambushers were hiding.
Katarina flicked her finger, and the corpse exploded, setting the bush ablaze. The shocked invaders immediately jumped out, after which the Schera Cavalry invaded and finished them off.
“Katarina-! Next-!”
"Send me-!"
Schera has already had a lot of casualties. He took the bodies from the pile of corpses he had on his feet and threw them one by one.
Every time Katarina flicked her finger, a huge explosion would rumble, and the enemy soldiers were on fire. Every time that happened, there would be screams and the severed limbs were thrown into the air.
"–My cavalry, assault-! Kill them-!"
The cavalry unit began to charge as Schera gave the order. Spears thrust from the darkness stabbed several cavalry. The pierced riders spewed blood, but still charged towards the enemy.
"Kill the enemy." Schera's orders are absolute. Before they stop breathing, they will continue to kill. Although the five spears stabbed into their bodies, the cavalry continued to fight. They continued to attack despite being stabbed, and beheaded the enemy infantry in front of them.
–Then they died laughing.
"Major-! The enemy forces attacked from behind! They're 1,000!"
"Kill them all! Katarina, you take half the unit and go! Go with Konrad! Do not be afraid and break the fire! After that we meet again!! We'll slaughter them all without any left-over!!"
He threw the corpse, and the corpse exploded. The forest is burning. The ambushers fled out of the forest, unable to contain it.
"Ready-rush! Letda Katarina, will move forward!"
Katarina and the cavalry unit moved through the fire as instructed. Seeing them off, Schera turned around and faced the pursuing unit. A man who seemed to be the commander of the enemy put up his horses with his sword and said.
"Give up quietly! You can't run away anymore! Throw away your weapons and get off the horses! Hurry along!"
Behind Schera blazing with hellfire. The black flag was illuminated by the light of the flames.
Smiling, the Death God smiled eerily. Beside him, the cavalry unit raised their spears and formed a line.
"My cavalry will continue to fight even when it dies. Of course I am too. Right, what do you think?"
"TAKE THE SCHERA CAVALRY! VICTORY FOR MAJOR SCHERA-!"
All the members raised the war flag even higher and shouted in unison. Seeing this senseless sight, the pursuing soldiers stopped.
There's something unnatural about them. Right, they were like soldiers who had been determined to die. They are not afraid of death. Therefore, they are hated by the living, and will drag those people to hell. Fighting against an army that dares to die is not fun. The pursuers don't want to die in a place like this.
The hands of the soldiers trembled, including their Danton. Their trembling bodies did not stop. Oh why are they chasing these people? They condemn their own misfortune.
"Alright if that's it! We will not lose! Even if the Royal Army loses, I will continue to fight until I win! I'm making trash like you guys aware it will be exactly you guys!"
"THE GARBAGE! BANTAI THE REBEL FORCES!!"
"M-Away!"
"They're m-monster-!! These guys are monsters!!"
"That's the God of Death, the God of Death is coming!! L-Run!!"
The far superior chase unit had been completely distressed, and they began to flee, falling into a state of panic. From behind, the cavalry unit began to catch up with them. The flags of the Liberation Army were trampled, and spears stabbed the backs of the soldiers' heads.
The counterattack begins.
At the captured Belta Castle, sensing a disaster, Diener sent the soldiers north and south as pursuit units. Through enormous pressure, they eventually led Schera and the others into the forest. With this many casualties, this doesn't look like a clean-up operation. There is no strategy. Every pursuer was repulsed with only immeasurable ferocity.
Diener admitted that he had misjudged Schera's powers, and that was why he became convinced that they had to kill him here.
"Kill the Death God! He'll be a source of disaster if he escapes from here! Make sure he's dead!"
"P-Pak Diener, please calm down!"
Diener's subordinate is holding him back. The generals around him were also stunned to see this unusual side of Diener.
"What's that!? Don't mess with me! I won't admit to something like that! I can't admit to something like that!"
"Sir Diener, relax. Belta Castle we have taken. Does this not go according to your plan?"
Diener didn't even listen to Behrouz either.
"The girl can't be left alive! If the girl escapes from here, the blood of the Liberation Army will spill even more!"
As he thought they would retreat while making the best use of the cavalry's mobility, it turned out that they had instead attacked him.
Moreover, it was a method of assault without a second thought that paid no attention to their own deaths. He could not accept such a method of fighting. He can't take it. That's why he had to kill that girl here. The Liberation Army was everything to Diener. Schera killed the soldiers like worms that could not be allowed to live.
"Send Fynn's Lion Cavalry! Command him to kill the girl at all costs!"
"D-understandable!"
The messenger immediately ran.
While biting his nails, Diener continued to stare at the Death God army.
• • • •
Catherine joined Konrad's unit. Schera was playing around with the Liberation Army while constantly hitting-and-running. Utilizing their darkness and mobility, he repeatedly changed directions, carrying out pincer attacks from left and right as if the two groups had the same understanding. Despite suffering heavy casualties, the Liberation Army continued their pursuit.
Now joined by the cavalry led by Fynn, they finally regained their composure. It was thanks to this brave commander standing in front of the troops and warning them that they should calm down again.
While isolating and cutting coordination, Fynn attacked the Royal soldiers.
"You guys have fought well. You guys have lost. Throw away your swords and surrender. We will not treat you badly. I guarantee that."
Fynn suggests surrendering to a cornered enemy. In front of him were ten cavalry covered in blood. They were separated from the Schera main group, and in this kind of unexpected situation, they decided themselves to stand firm. On their spears were the torn-up corpses of the Liberation Army militia. Their black flags were covered in blood, and exuded a disgusting gleam.
"There is no surrender for the Schera Cavalry. No word lose for us."
"Life Major Schera. There's no dead word for Schera's cavalry. We'll live by Lord Schera's side"
Answer the cavalry unit, unaffected. They plucked their spears from the corpses of the militia, and directed their bloodlust at Fynn. Seeing that, Fynn's aide, Milla, gave a warning.
"These people, they're crazy. I'm sure persuasion is impossible. They're dangerous."
"Looks like. What can you do, finish them."
The moment Fynn received the signal, they formed a line and surrounded the cavalry. The cavalry showed no fear when they made their final attack on Fynn.
“Colonel Fynn!”
“No problem.”
“—–!!”
He did a stab, and counterattacked. At the same time he pulled his weapon, he swung it, and knocked the rider off his horse. The other cavalrymen were also killed by the spears of the infantry warriors.
Each misih warrior held their spear tightly, showing their will to fight to the end. As long as they still had stamina, they would probably continue to fight again.
"You– die!"
"They're still breathing! Get rid of them immediately!"
"Ha-, ha, are they monsters?"
After confidently giving them the finishing strike, Fynn and the infantry unit decided to head to the next place.
"Come, we're going to beri––!?"
From behind him, a cavalryman who should have been killed jumped up and ran, trying to sever Fynn's carotid artery. It was the cavalry that his heart had stabbed. He should not have been able to move.
Fynn thrashed, trying to let go of him, but due to his unreasonable strength, Fynn was unable to escape. Impatience appeared on Fynn's face for the first time.
"–KemeDon't hit Major Schera-!!"
"Colonel Fynn!! You, release Colonel-!!"
Milla forcibly distanced him and beheaded him with her sword.
Fynn's breathing was muddled, and he stared at the corpse of the cavalry. The face of the corpse that came out of his helmet, put on a terrifying smile.
".....You saved me, Milla. As an enemy, it is terrifying. That kind of battle instinct which was trying to kill his enemy even though he was dead. Looks like they are indeed the Cavalry of the God of Death."
".....What do you think drove them that far? They don't seem to have that much loyalty to a rotten kingdom."
"Who knows? I don't know it myself. Maybe the commander's charm?"
Fynn sighed softly and continued the chase. His worry was gone, his instincts told him not to look for trouble with the God of Death. He understood that, and advanced into a darkness that had no light at all. Doubt can be seen on the faces of the soldiers. They were under the bold and resolute lion emblem, however, the darkness stimulated their fear. They do not know when, out of the darkness, the scythe will reach them. They raised torches as if performing an exorcism, and they marched in silence.While praying they would not attract the attention of the God of Death.
• • • •
The night passed, and the chase continued even after they came out of the forest. Konrad's unit was completely exhausted and could not fight anymore. On the other hand, the Schera unit is constantly on the move, staying in line. If any enemies appeared, they would change lanes and face the enemy, after forcing the enemy to retreat, they would return to the ranks again.
The Liberation Army had sent 5,000 soldiers as a pursuing unit, and they moved into the Canaan Region to kill the God of Death.
On the other hand, Yalder was in Roshanak Fortress, hearing news of the enemy's movements through the spies he sent.
"Essir the enemy forces, and immediately help the allied soldiers."
An officer staff stopped him, he personally led 4,000 soldiers and carried out a surprise attack on the Liberation Army wing using a column formation. As their ranks extended into a single line, they divided and fell into chaos.
Adjusting them, Schera's unit also attacked again. They defeated and eliminated the pursuing unit.
The survivors of the Fourth Army numbered 2,000. By the time they left the castle, the soldiers numbering 5,000 had been reduced to 2,000.
These people who had passed through hell had finally made it to the Roshanak Fortress with the help of Yalder. Everyone had injuries, and their appearance was extremely chaotic. It was a miracle that they made it this far.
"Without Major Schera's actions, these people might not have been able to reach Canaan. This devotion-filled performance, was indeed very much in keeping with a Death God."
General Yalder praised Major Schera's valiant battle. Despite the injury, Konrad who survived also expressed his gratitude. He had chosen correctly over the choice of the Death God, and obtained good fortune.
At the same time Schera's promotion to Lieutenant Colonel was decided, he was awarded the Royal Knight Medal. It was unprecedented in this kind of defeat.
Schera accepted it politely. He doesn't care about medals, and what he wants right now is something very different. After which, he received the special feast that Yalder had prepared, and he finally smiled in satisfaction.
"Everyone, you've all fought very well. The soldiers who are not here with us are always with me. Therefore I must eat their rations."
Schera muttered softly as she moved her knife and fork. The only person who could hear him was Katarina's aide beside him.
"Major Schera?"
Curious, Katarina asked Schera.
"No, nothing. Eat, don't mind me. This is the privilege of life."
"Ready-Ready."
The remaining 1,500 are from the Schera Cavalry. All troops in Roshanak Fort: 7,000.
General Yalder, when he decided to meet with the Liberation Army here in Canaan, received a message from the Royal Capital.
Commander-in-Chief Sharov directly appealed to the Kingdom, and made them agree to send half of the First Army, 50,000 personnel, to the Canaan Region. They would divide each corp into smaller units, and continuously send troops.
Incidentally, Officer Staff Sidamo had escaped from Belta Castle, and once again served as Yalder's assistant in Roshanak. He disguised himself as an ordinary soldier, and found a gap, then he escaped.
Witnessing the fall of Belta, the Empire considers the time has come, declaring a declaration of war against the Kingdom. They began to move towards the northwest of the Kingdom. They began to take control of the fortresses along their path. It was now early autumn, and they were trying to defeat the enemy as soon as winter reached its worst point.
The one who met them was the Kingdom's Fifth Army. They were a solid Army Corps made up of soldiers who came from the northwest of the Kingdom, and their unity was extremely sturdy. They had strong anti-imperial sentiments, and a messenger came to tell of the surrender executed on the spot before he opened his mouth.
In the southern region of the Kingdom adjacent to the Union was the Second Army of the Kingdom that was residing in that place. Naturally it was an area with a strong feeling of independence, and once the Second Army left, surely the feudal lords would revolt.
The second Army commander who could do nothing could only grit his teeth, watching the battle elsewhere.
The other party, the Liberation Army which had taken control of the Belta Region, was faced with a choice. Do they have to take Canaan and head straight for the Royal Capital? Or do they ignore the conquest of the Royal Capital and attempt to take control of the southern region, where there is a danger of independence.
Or maybe, do they go ahead and do both?
Everything will depend on the decision of the young leader of the Liberation Army, Altura.
—After becoming a traitor to the Royal Troops, Vander opened the castle gates, and taking advantage of the chaos, he had succeeded in beheading General David. Recognized for this success, he was welcomed by the Liberation Army and accepted as a Captain. He entered under Diener's command, and it was decided he would lead the surrendered Kingdom's soldiers.
"Captain Vander. I heard you were under Major Schera's command, and became his adjutant."
"Ready-neck, that's right."
"......There's something I want to ask you. Don't lie, and tell the truth. Understood?"
"I've become part of the Liberation Army. I'll tell you everything I know."
Diener decided to look for information about Schera. He wanted even the most trivial of details. Personality, thought, Death God's leadership methods—he wants to understand and understand that, and in the next battle, he will put it all together. Sure, Belta Castle had fallen, but individually, he had lost this battle.
He's not perfect yet, he's let Schera escape. He wanted to kill that obnoxious Death God.
—He'll kill her next time. Without failure. Diener interrogates Vander, hiding his desire to kill.