The Girl Who Eats the God of Death
Chapter 27 - I Don't Want To Eat This Meat

Three hours after the battle began.

The Royal army could not hold back, and moved first. The Liberation Army responded, and the middle guards of the two armies faced off in the middle of the terrain.

In the battle between these two ranks, Fynn of the Liberation Army displays his spear abilities and Schera displays his sickle abilities.

With the support of the archers, they attacked blindly among the infantry fighting.

Milla's adjutant approaches to tell Fynn who is swinging his bloodied spear.

"Colonel-! Major unit Carnac is attacked by enemy cavalry! If this continued, they would be annihilated-!"

Milla pointed behind him. The battle for Carnac's unit was in dire condition, and the cavalry carrying black flags slaughtered the infantry with tsunami-like force. Carnac exclaimed, trying to encourage the troops, but his cry had no effect on the cornered infantry. If this continues, they will be destroyed.

The main force of both armies had yet to make a move, so this defeat might not be a fatal blow, but the flow of battle would benefit their enemies. They have to protect Carnac's unit.

Fynn beheaded a Royal soldier, and immediately made a decision.

"The Lion Cavalry will change lanes and support the Carnac-unit! Milla, I'm handing you the back row!"

"Give me Colonel-! Hundred cavalry follow me-! Enemy fishing!"

"OU-!!"

"Some follow me-! This time we will definitely kill the Death God!! We will avenge our fallen comrades!!"

“UOOOOOOOOOOOO–!!”

the cavalry shouted loudly, responding to the word of encouragement from Fynn. The morale of this unit consisting of elite soldiers was the highest in the Liberation Army. A hundred cavalry followed Milla, and they began to dart to attract the enemy's attention. Not wasting the opportunity, the main force of the Fynn unit began to move towards the Carnac unit that was at the back. Konrad's unit of the Royal Army moved to block them, but the momentum of the cavalry was unstoppable. They could not let the back of Schera be attacked like this, and Konrad's unit chased after it with a burning spirit.

* * *

Carnac Unit.

He was given 5,000 infantry, but more than 1,000 have been killed. More than half of his remaining soldiers were injured.

Although they were not like when in their hometown, the soldiers had high morale, and were unlikely to be defeated by the Royal Army. But, that was precisely the disaster that happened before his eyes. The combat formation they had trained hard was completely destroyed. Red blood flooded the ground, and the ruthless demons took the lives of the soldiers who were already on the verge of death and could not move.

"M-Major. We have to retreat! We are no match for the Death-God!! Give permission to retreat!!"

An aide with a sobbing face approached, but Carnac grabbed his collar and shouted at him.

"Basic fool-!! This battle determines the outcome of the Liberation War!! You think we as the vanguard standing in front of the others can retreat!!?"

"B-But-!"

"Be quiet, he might indeed be the God of Death, but he is a human just like us!! He was nothing more than an exaggerated rumor!! And look, Colonel Fynn's cavalry is headed our way!! We just need to hold on a little more! Then we can do a pincer attack!!"

After hearing Carnac's words, the adjutant focused towards their front. Indeed, there was a group with the Lion Flag heading towards them.

But, he thought they would not be able to hold on until the group arrived. Because:

"Ma-Mayor, we've been surrounded!!"

"Hold-hold!! Install the box-formation!! Spear units, don't let them break through-!! Remember your daily training!! Don't show weakness to the enemy!!"

Carnac carelessly wiped his flooded sweat and held tightly to his weapon, a trident.

After the battle began, the Schera Cavalry sped around and broke through the Carnac unit from all directions. While continuing to move, not stopping their movement, they continued to produce a fountain of blood. The silent cavalry is vulnerable. Schera understood that through instinct, he decisively ordered his soldiers not to stop moving. In support of this, Catherine prevented the Liberation Army soldiers from providing assistance to Carnac's unit.

The black flag bearing the white crow is well known in the Liberation Army. A massacre tragedy would occur as the flag of the Death God fluttered.

No one will jump to their death. They tried hard to shoot arrows from a medium distance.

"........I think it's almost time."

"Readily, I think it's pas–"

"Alright, destroy the enemy-formation!! Everyone follow me!!"

“OU-!!”

The Schera cavalry smashed them with a deft circular motion setting up an arrow-like formation under Schera's command. Their highly disciplined moves are not inferior to those of highly experienced warriors. These powerful and ferocious arrows were mercilessly fired at their pitifully hiding prey.

"j-don't come. D-God Death–"

"No, I don't want to die."

"E-Emak, why, what have I done to the point that I have to experience this."

The hands of the soldiers holding their spears trembled, and their faces were pale. It was extremely embarrassing, indeed it was possible to stop the Death God. But even so, they had to fight. Danton tried to encourage them.

"Later if you want to complain– prepare the spear-! They're coming-!!"

A teenage girl can be seen in front of the troops. Holding a scythe dripping with fresh blood and a joyful smile on his face, he grabbed them.

His black armour was already covered in red liquid. A young soldier who came into eye contact with the girl felt her knees limp, and she immediately fell down.

“H, hih, I-I can't-. M-Mo-Monster-!”

"–Unit spear-!! Move-forward!!"

The Danton gave the order, and the spear unit moved. The tip of their spear was easily cut off, and the huge scythe split apart a few people as it swung.

The damned cavalry directly broke through the gap. The soldiers whose legs lemes from fear were trampled by the horses and became pitiful corpses. Danton's head was cut off by Catherine's sword.

Some of the riders from the Schera Cavalry were pierced by spears, but they were bodo and kept on darting.

Laughing crazily, they continued to kill the soldiers, brandishing their spears, and then they suddenly fell down like puppets whose strings were cut off. Or rather say they have used up all their life energy.

They follow Schera's orders to attack and slaughter until their last moments. They died with very satisfied expressions.

The formation of the box was destroyed in a single strike, and the blade slowly approached Carnac. His adjutant is dead. Maybe that's good luck. He was matu before facing the monster in front of them. Of course, it was luck. At least, luckier than him.

Carnac lowered his waist so that his gaze would not meet Schera's gaze on the horse. The target is Schera's horse. He would stab the horse, and kill the God of Death when his position was chaotic. He felt he could win if he stood on equal footing. The horse must first fall.

"–Major from the Liberation Army, Carnac. I'm coming-!!"

"A dog does not have to bark until it's. I don't care about the name of a trash-!!"

Schera rushes his horse and approaches Carnac. His scythe was held horizontally, and he planned to split Carnac's body with a single strike.

Carnac mounted the horses in front of Schera. He concentrated all of his muscles on this one strike.

"–Because you-!!"

“–!”

Carnac's trident was stabbed, and he stabbed Schera's horse in the throat. Carnac was bathed in the horse's blood.

Since Schera's balance was broken, he couldn't swing his scythe.

Carnac pulled out his trident and waited for the horse to fall. When the horse fell, he would kill the God of Death. So he waited. Waiting.

And he kept waiting.

"–Why..... Why didn't the horse fall?"

“...........”

"Why doesn't the horse die!! Is your horse also immortal-!??"

"Where do I know."

Dazed, Carnac observed the horse. He was convinced that his trident had ripped the horse's throat. Why did the horse not die.

Why did the horse fall. He wouldn't be able to kill the Death God if his horse didn't fall.

On the empty eyes of the horse, the figure of Carnac filled with uneasiness was reflected. At that moment, it was as if he saw the horse smiling. It was as if he was mocking that he was about to meet his end. No, the horse was clearly laughing. The monster's horse was definitely a monster as well.

"D-Basic monster-!! What the fuck are you guys-!!"

Falling into a state of panic, Carnac stabs again using his trident.

"Didn't you guys give me a name? "God of Death". So that's who I am. Then, goodbye."

“-ah”

Carnac and his trident were cut off by Schera's great scythe. His body was cut in half, and his organs were scattered on the ground.

With blood pouring from his throat, the horse of the Death God stomped on Carnac's head with all his might. Like a crushed fruit, his brain is scattered.

"........Satisfied?"

Schera gently stroked the mane of the horse, and the horse neighed softly, showing his agreement.

"Colonel-! The enemy cavalry is approaching from behind!! They have the lion's emblem!"

"Today is the opening battle, so we will fight them while moving backwards. ......Form formation-! The Schera cavalry will change lanes!!"

"Understand-! All units move-!!"

"START CHANGE PATH-! FOLLOW COLONEL-!!"

From Carnac's position, they began to form formations again, and the Schera Cavalry began to move towards the middle wing of the Royal Army. Fynn's cavalry shot towards them, blocking them. Behind Fynn is Konrad who moves to support Schera. They met, and it became a momentary battle with only one attack each other. They can't stop. The cavalry that stopped its movement would lose its offensive ability and would become easy targets for archers.

The leader of the two cavalry, Schera dab Fynn attacked each other while moving.

"God of Death! I thought I should have killed you then!! How many people are you going to kill until you're satisfied!!?"

"Until I kill you all, I won't die! I'll kill you like a dog just now!"

"Enemy Carnac–, my name is Fynn. Fynn the Lion General!!"

"Oh very good for the size of a dog!! I don't care about your names!!"

Fynn's spear and Schera's scythe crossed. The soldiers of the two cavalry faced each other while brandishing their weapons. Many riders fell from their horses in this clash.

The riders were killed, their heads separated from their shoulders. Helmets collided, and the soldiers fainted while holding their heads. There were people who were trampled on by horses, and could not move, their breaths dashed.

Schera and Fynn swung their weapons, carrying out ferocious attacks trying to decapitate their arch-enemies. They did not stop moving, and their horses darted as they exchanged numerous ferocious attacks.

“HAAAAAAAA–!!”

“Death-!!!!”

They exchanged blows at each other, but nothing could inflict fatal injuries. Both the Schera Cavalry and the Fynn cavalry, both held their breaths while watching closely. Their cavalry were already facing each other, and naturally, the riders had to stop their duel and return to their group.

But right now, neither Schera nor Fynn can be stopped. So, they can only watch and believe in the victory of their leader. In the middle of the battlefield, the battle of the two commanders was still going on, a strange circle was created where there were only two of these riders attacking each other. The unit Konrad came to support Schera, and a unit of the Liberation Army that came to pursue Schera, could not move.

"Hah–, hah–, Schera-! If you have this great ability. Why are you supporting that rotten kingdom-!???"

Fynn asked in a tone where his usual calm was no longer there. If Schera had this great ability, he should have made himself famous even in the Liberation Army, no doubt about it. There is still value despite just trying to give an invitation. After actually crossing arms, Fynn thought so. This girl is very strong.

"You are so much more foul!! The one who stole my last meal was you!! I will never forgive you!!"

Schera shouted in anger.

"Join the Liberation Army! You will not die in vain here! Let's roll the kingdom together! Princess Altura will definitely build a world where no one suffers!"

"Silent silence-! I'll shut your mouth so I can't babble any more nonsense! I'll kill you and Altura-!"

Raging, Schera carried out an attack with all her might. It was an attack carried out as his eyes were red and gnashed his teeth with all his might. This is the strongest Sabetan Schera, containing all its power which can even destroy the strongest obstacles easily. His sabre roared full of displeasure.

Of course even Fynn would not be able to take this attack, he jumped off his horse to dodge.

Fynn's horse, which was hit by a scythe, was split in two, convulsing as his innards came out of his body, and died.

With his breath in disarray, Schera approaches Fynn whose priest is in disarray, to give him the ultimate attack.

"finished already. I regret your mouth making fun of me. I'll chop you up."

“--Kuh-!”

After throwing away his spear, Fynn unsheathed his sword. He won't be able to stop the next attack like this. He will be cut off with his sword. And he's gonna die.

Fynn resigned, then, then,

"Save Colonel-!! Attack that Death God!!"

"The ready archers!! Shoot-!!"

Receiving the orders of Adjutant Milla, the archers shot towards Schera. Several arrows were fired hitting the armour of Schera and his horse, inhibiting him before his exhaustion attack could hit his prey. He did not receive a fatal attack, but Schera could not attack.

"––, you piece of trash, don't block me-!"

"Kill the Death God!! Use all means!! Kill him here!!"

"Next shot, shoot-out!! Target his horse-!!"

Schera turned her scythe to fend off the arrows. Seeing this gap, Fynn fixed his posture and ran towards his own soldiers. Schera clucked her tongue, and returned beside Katarina and the others while fending off the rain of arrows.

He could kill the man with one more strike. But, the man was lucky in his last moments.

And, Schera's luck is terrible. That's what happened.

"Are you okay, Colonel! Fuckers, they're interrupting a one-on-one duel!"

Katarina and the others had refrained from interfering with their commander's one-on-one fight for fear of incurring Schera's displeasure. Katarina deeply regrets her wrong decision.

"Yes. When I thought about the duel, I got too excited, and lost. This is not a game, but a battlefield. There is no such thing as cowardice or cheating. Next time, don't hold back. Kill them all."

"Well ndan, understandably-!"

The trumpets of both armies rang, calling them back. The sun will soon set. The first day of the battle may end here.

"Well, let's go home. I hungry. I'm kind of mostly moving."

"All the troops are retreating! Don't lower your guard!"

Schera gave the order to retreat, and the cavalry set up a formation, surrounded their commander, and began to move backwards.

The first day of the Battle of Bertusburg ended with 6,000 casualties on the side of the Royal Army, and 8,000 casualties on the side of the Liberation Army (including the dead and wounded).

A ferocious battle took place in the middle wing.

The Royal Army is superior as Carnac's unit is destroyed.

The Borbon Division on the left flank managed to cause a stalemate, and the Yalder Legion on the right flank waited for the sunset, and began moving into the Carnas Plateau.

There would be more casualties after this first day, and the two commanders, Barbora and Altura, were fighting with their command power. With a single command, they would produce tens of thousands of casualties. Moreover, they can not miss an opportunity to run a strategy. And also, they could not allow the anxiety of their hearts to appear on their faces. It would cause anxiety to the people around them and would probably be a weak point connected to their defeat.

These crucial moments that eroded their spirit would continue until this battle was over. Until then, they will not know who will hold the glory, and who will be destroyed.

After nearly being killed, Fynn is grateful for his good fortune, and thanks him for his awesome Teachings.

"Milla. You saved me today. Really, thanks. I'm still alive it's thanks to you."

Fynn looked at his adjutant's face and thanked him. Milla's face was red, she waved both of her hands.

"T-No. It's nothing. When I thought that you, Colonel, would be killed, I panicked. Also, protecting you is my job!!"

"That's all thanks to your accurate judgment. I made a big mistake. If possible, I think I can persuade the God of Death to our side. In retrospect, it was a stupid act. There is no way the God of Death can understand human language."

It was the first time Fynn had felt such a strong killing intent. It was not strange that ordinary soldiers could not move while their legs were floppy.

"The "monster returned safely despite receiving so many arrows. The horse too. I can't believe it!"

"................He's really like, Death itself."

Fynn muttered, touching the wound on his cheek.

Schera said, "The one who stole my food is you."

While the Liberation Army was in a dire financial situation, there were rumors that Diener was providing food from somewhere.

Perhaps, the God of Death emerged from those victims, Fynn thought. Which means he is an enemy that is impossible to be peaceful. There is no accommodation. Until he dies, he will continue to slash his scythe, kill, kill and kill.

The persuasion will certainly not work against him. Diener's thinking always has a reason. He was a man who had no problem killing a hundred people with his own hands to save ten thousand people. Maybe it's not wrong. But, for those people who belonged to those hundred people, they would never forget their hatred.

And that hatred blazes hotter than hellfire....

(.......Just thinking about it won't change anything. Because it's like this, there's nothing else to do. The only solution was to kill that Death God... If we could do it.)

The biggest problem was whether they could kill him or not. To be honest, he can't be fought one-on-one. Fynn could not believe it, but Schera far surpassed him in physical strength. Fynn may be better at spearmanship and technique. But. Strength was paramount in the battle against the god of death. A superior technique will do nothing in the face of overwhelming force. Really, Fynn is already on the verge of death.

"Next, we will fight with you. Maybe he's called the "God of Death", if we fight together, I'm sure we'll win. Justice is on our side. We won't lose to something like the God of Death!"

Fynn smiled at his ever-optimistic aide. Fynn was fascinated by that side of him. But, for the sake of that justice, how many thousands of lives were lost today?

It didn't matter if they were determined to die. But, what about the volunteer soldiers or the militias?

And who will take care of the families of those left behind?

What justice is that? Fynn himself doesn't know.

But he can't say it. He's already betting on the Liberation Army's victory. That's why he decided to get up. He will keep running until the end. It doesn't matter how much blood will be spilled. He won't die until then. Maybe he could let himself die. He had to stay alive until the end, and leave his name as a hero.

"The momentum sided with our enemy at the beginning of the battle. We must rise. From tomorrow on, we should try harder to erase our disgrace today."

"Ready, we will devote everything we have!"

* * *

–That night.

Schera eats next to her favorite horse. While stroking his beloved horse lying beside him with his eyes closed, he drank the soup that was already cold.

Seeing him, Katarina hesitantly questioned Schera.

“......Colonel.”

Katarina took out her magic wand from her waist. If Schera wanted to, it would be impossible for this corpse to move. He began to prepare his magic, and waited for the signal.

"No need. Even if you force him to move, it's not my horse anymore. So, I'm going to part with this kid here. It's kind of lonely, 'cause this kid's always with me."

Schera silently shook her head. If Katarina used necromancy magic, the two of them would be together as usual.

But it would be different, he thought. Soul joins raga. If so, what's here, is just a pile of meat.

Even though he was staring at this meat, he had no appetite. Even if he eats it, Schera will not be satisfied. So he won't eat it, it won't be delicious.

"........I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

Apologizing deeply, Katarina adjusted her glasses.

"No problem. I was honestly thinking about eating it, but this time I won't, because somehow I don't have an appetite. So, I'm not gonna eat this kid. After I finish eating, I'll bury him. He brought me all the way here, even with his throat cut. Don't you think he fought so well?"

“......That's right-!”

Although his throat was severed and his entire body was filled with arrows, he escorted his master back to his ally's camp. It's not something easy to believe. But this horse did. As he continued to drip blood from his mouth, he did his job.

Originally this was Colonel Voleur's horse from the Imperial Army, but he was tamed by Schera. From then on, he brought the God of Death and went through many fierce battles together.

After fighting his way back to the allied camp, he silently knelt down, and curled his face beside Schera's face, and then did not move, as if he had used up all his vitality. While still pierced by arrows, Schera pulled out all the arrows that stuck on the horse after cleaning the body of his horse, and he ate together.

People who were not from the Schera Cavalry stared in amazement at him. How can someone who has absolutely no compassion for his enemy show deep affection for a horse? They can't understand it. The cavalry members could understand that feeling. As the saying goes, "The horse and the man are one", a horse is one's companion.

The soldiers of the Schera Cavalry, no longer able to withstand treatment similar to these criminal charges publicly, they expelled the witnesses, he said, and then only Schera and his horse's body remained.

"Can you prepare a horse for me to ride tomorrow? If possible, a horse as strong as this child. The battle continues. Katarina, I'm sorry, but please."

"Send me. I will provide the best and fastest horses. .....Then I say retreat. Just call me if you need anything. I'm gonna leave one person nearby."

He gave a signal and called out to one cavalry. Katarina gave the order in a soft voice, and the soldier stepped back.

Katarina wants to stay here too, but there's a lot to do. Night raids from enemies are impossible. They can't let their guard down.

"Yes, do. I. I want to stay here for a while so you go first."

Katarina saluted and left.

In the darkness that was now becoming silent only remained the Death God and his beloved horse. Until Schera was satisfied, she continued to stroke the cold horse's body.

With an expression not suitable for a life-rower spreading death, he resuscitated his head on the belly of his horse covered in dried blood.

"Oh yeah, I haven't asked you for a name. We've been through so much, so I'll give you a name now. Stay with me for a little while, until I can think of a good name."

The Pale Horse that crossed the battlefield with the Death God on its back, would never move again.