The Girl Who Eats the God of Death

Chapter 16 - If There's Food Falling From The Sky, It's Delicious

After expanding their war potential, the Royal Capital Liberation Army slowly concentrated their strategy to gain complete control of Belta. Fusing former Royal soldiers into their army, the soldiers who participated in this strategy numbered 60,000. 20,000 guards were stationed in Antigua and Salvador. Their support from the citizens was overwhelming, and moreover now that it was past the harvest, the goods were abundant. Altura became Supreme Commander and led the siege of Belta Castle. He was always seen with the soldiers, and this also shows that his idealism was not a lie.

First, he recommended to David to give up. In exchange for the lives of the castle's soldiers and citizens, immediately empty Belta Castle, he said. However, on the condition that only David, the man who is considered the main culprit behind the Calm Cruelty, will be put on trial.

David refused. He sent a rain of arrows in response to the Liberation Army besieging them. Judging that there was no room for negotiation, Altura stepped forward and gave the soldiers an assault order. He drew his sword from the horse and pointed the tip at Belta Castle.

"WE ARE THE TRUTH! THE CASTLE OF BELTA WILL FALL, AND THE HAMMER OF JUSTICE WILL PROSECUTE THE MAN BEHIND THE MASSACRE, DAVID! BROTHER-IN-LAW OF THE ROYAL CAPITAL LIBERATION ARMY! FOR OUR DREAMS. GIVE US YOUR STRENGTH!"

"Victory for the Royal Capital Liberation Army!"

"Judge to David!"

"Long live Princess Altura! Live Liberation Army!"

The deployed Liberation Army soldiers took up their weapons and shouted in excitement. Their voices were so intense that it was enough to shake the sky and possibly spread fear within the castle.

"TEAM, START THE ATTACK! VICTORY FOR THE ROYAL CAPITAL LIBERATION ARMY!!"

"ALL UNITS FORWARD-!! SERBUUUUUUU-!!"

"UNIT CATAPULT, GO-FORWARD!"

As Altura gave the signal to start raiding, the unit commanders simultaneously gave orders to advance. The shield infantry held onto the sandbag and rushed into the trench. When the drawbridge was lifted, they were the first to make way. Then the raiding towers will send the soldiers in to make a mess, and then the bumpers will break down the gates. This was the first step to get those assault weapons close. First, they'll fill the trench. Since the Belta ditch was wide and deep and filled with water, they needed a large amount to cover it. To stop this, the archers on the wall systematically marched and fired arrows at the Liberation Army, which swarmed like a herd of ants.

"HOLD–! IT WILL ALL BE OVER IF THEY CLOSE THE TRENCH! STOP THEM ANYWAY!!"

"T-BUT THE DIFFERENCE IN NUMBERS IS HUGE!"

"NO NEED TO BOTHER-REPOYLT AIM! THE IMPORTANT THING SHOOT–! KILL THEM–!"

"FUCKING–!"

The officer commanding the archers frantically reprimanded the screaming members of the group. They kept shooting, and kept shooting, but the number of Liberation Army was overwhelming. What's more. The enemy does not allow itself to be attacked. Of course, they retaliated from below.

And then the real threat: catapults approaching from behind. The catapults originally belonged to the Royal army. But in the battle on the river, the catapults were captured by the Liberation Army. These powerful assault weapons that should have been aimed at the enemy had been aimed at themselves. Staring at the boulders that were being brought closer at a frightening speed, the officer commanding the archers cursed his own misfortune.

"PREPARE THE STONE THROWER! TARGET: WESTERN ENEMY FORTRESS!!"

"THE STONE THROWER PREPARATION IS FINISHED! TARGETING THE WESTERN ENEMY FORTRESS!!"

"START ATTACK! SHOOT–!!"

Large stones heavier than humans hit the wall. Rocks and walls collided with each other, and many archers were thrown.

"ATTACK SUCCEEDS, IMMEDIATELY RECHARGE–!"

Stone throwers lined up neatly in front of the castle walls. Their stockpiles of stones were many thanks to the efforts of 500 people, and attacks were fired periodically on the walls and the interior of the castle. These weapons have constraints on their accuracy and firing speed, but they are not important. Provided that the weapon had a far range and could carry out attacks unilaterally without fear of counterattacks was a great advantage.

It would be fatal to be hit by these huge stones, and the stones flew all over the place, bombarding the castle walls. It also posed a heavy psychological burden, and the formations within the castle could also be disrupted.

What was shot was not just a stone. Oil, garbage, corpses, Magic Mines, anything as long as they can be thrown. It would be great if they could produce a direct attack on their water source. Bodies and garbage are also sources of panyakit. The attacked party had no way of surviving it. If the enemy comes out of the gate to destroy the catapults, it will be in accordance with the will of the Liberation Army.

Fynn calmly noticed the constant catapult attacks. Since his cavalry unit was in the middle, a raid battle was not his field. He can only chase enemies who escape and keep the catapults. His adjutant, Milla, talks to him.

"So we become guards of the army. It would be best if they obediently opened the gates. There is no need to be stubborn here. What is the ultimate task of a commander not to save the lives of his men?"

"General David probably has something he calls honor. If it was me, I would have given up. Save me from the hail. Being beaten and pierced to death is not funny."

He muttered as he watched a rock darting through the air that was shot out with a shout of encouragement. Fynn has been promoted to Colonel, a reward for his efforts until now. Since he was trying really hard from a private soldier, he was the most successful man among the Liberation Army.

Although it was currently nothing more than an honorary rank, it could be considered as a record of facts for future promotions. If Altura were to become the next Queen, Fynn would already be recognized as the one who would probably carry the essence of the reborn Kingdom. He is young, full of wisdom, and has real achievements. He had garnered enough popularity from the soldiers that he took care of right after Altura in terms of fame. Fynn also thinks of himself as he is, and he is revered as a formidable warrior and hero.

"Colonel Fynn. Do you think they'll attack us directly?"

"I guess so. Since their trench was already covered, the more likely they were to come out. As if they were right to face us, hell is waiting, because our troops assigned to ambush will sneak behind them and cut off their retreat. ....I honestly advise them to give up."

"It seems so, because Belta is a solid fortress, our side seems to still suffer a lot of casualties as well. I'm sure it doesn't make sense to use starvation tactics here."

It would take time, but if they cut off their supply of goods, Belta would fall without fighting. Although, due to the supply they had in stock, it would probably take half a year until they starved and admitted defeat.

"Well, our Tactician, Sir Diener, does not consider it an attack without a plan. It's my guess that he hates conservative plans like starvation. He intends to show that we have enough war potential to make a castle surrender in no time. ....Of course, I'm not saying that's the real truth. It's hard to understand what that guy's thinking."

The strategies used by the Liberation Army were mostly made by Diener. Altura will approve it and give the order to implement it. Such is. There are vile rumors about Diener, and Fynn doesn't trust him. Fynn did not think Diener would rebel, but there was no doubt that Diener would calmly sacrifice the lives of the soldiers.

He is very different from Fynn, who is drawn by Altura's idealists, and Behrouz, a former general from the Kingdom, who joins after seeing a chaotic government.

"....Those rumors, are they true? Eg Rebellion–"

There were reasonable rumors circulating among the generals–about the Calm Rebellion was fabricated. There's no evidence. But, everyone agrees that if it is Diener, then he is perfectly capable of doing so. Their arrangement after the Quiet Rebellion and the Calm Cruelty was very quick. Within half a month their sphere of influence had expanded to this extent thanks to Diener's abilities. The rumors were mixed with jealousy and envy, but there would be no smoke if there were no fire.

Fynn stops Milla, telling her to carefully use her eyes. It would be troublesome if Milla was heard by someone.

Diener's men and spies are scattered in the Liberation Army. It was to guard against the rebels in their midst. Affiliation, hometown, and social position of each person is different. There were also people who were previously Royal soldiers. Fynn understands that Diener is very vigilant. ...Diener's vigilance also approached Fynn. The man trusted no one but Altura. What drove Diener that far? Fynn couldn't even imagine it.

"–Milla. Rumors are rumors. If one were to issue an accusation, one would have to have a lot of evidence and facts. You should be careful about expressing suspicion to your fellow Liberation Army soldiers in the middle of the battle. There's nothing we need to worry about. We just have to work seriously to realize our idealism."

"S-Ready. Please forgive me. I'm wrong to talk."

Milla spontaneously stiffened due to Fynn's forced smile. Fynn's eyes showed no laughter, and focused only on his aspirations. Fynn has two sides in him, one as a plain military man, and the other full of ambitions for future promotions.

Her adjutant, Milla, serves her because she understands it, but even so, she is intimidated by the spirit Fynn emits.

"....Here I'm just saying to myself, but I'm sure we have nothing to do with it. There was only one fate for those who sold their souls to the demons. He will definitely not be able to escape his actions. Death will devour him, and he will be mercilessly tortured in eternal purgatory."

Fynn remembered the face of the God of Death as he muttered in a slow voice–komandan the woman he had once kicked out. On Sulawesi Bridge, his cavalry unit had killed a veteran army general, an acquaintance of Fynn, and went on a rampage at will. Most likely, the female commander was still alive. He won't die so easily. Right now he's probably sharpening his scythe inside Belta Castle, waiting for a chance to hunt them down.

Fynn prayed that the female commander would die quickly, before the scythe reached her own neck.

* * * * *

–Belta Castle, Southern wall.

The rocks were thrown, and with the arrow shot, Schera commanded the archer unit. It was obvious the cavalry had no role to play in a castle, so everyone did not ride horses and carry bows.

Katarina without restraint showed her skill in the archery skills she had trained. Vander eventually also returned to his usual self and commanded the soldiers.

Returning to Schera, since she had never used a bow before, she placed the small scythe she had bought before from the city within the fortress. In total there are 100 sickles. It would not be excessive to say that he had bought all the scythes. As for his money matters, he borrowed from Katarina because Schera had already spent all his money.

"....The major? What are you gonna do with those scythes?"

Vander asked with a puzzled expression, and Schera answered him while emitting clear killing intent.

"You know? Begini–!"

He threw the scythe with unreasonable strength to the point that its recoil was clearly visible. The scythe stuck between the eyebrows of a soldier standing beside the slingshot. Seeing their comrades dead, the soldiers panicked. Schera throws a scythe in a row very quickly. Seeing the scythes as if chasing them and attacking the vital areas of the soldiers, Vander's breath came to a halt.

"....Terrible as always. What kind of brutal force is that?"

"But there's not much left. If the scythe's over, I'll throw the stone."

"How long can this last? This castle. I think it will take about 3 days until the trench will be closed. What do you think we're gonna be like?"

Vander muttered while observing the Liberation Army besieging Belta Castle. Until the trench is filled with sandbags, they will probably continue to slow it down as it is today. Once the trench is closed, the situation will turn out to be even more dangerous. The storming tower to deliver the soldiers to the wall will be deployed. Then, if the castle gate is destroyed, there will be close combat within the castle. If that happened then it would be tantamount to the fall of the castle. The enemy soldiers would rush in without stopping.

Schera looked at the sighing Vander.

"Don't think of anything unimportant, think of killing even if it's just one piece of trash from the Liberation Army. Second Lieutenant Vander, your hand hasn't moved since. Is your condition still bad? Or maybe you're just thinking of something else? You don't have to hold back. Just tell me."

As if he was peering into Vander's innermost mind, Schera looked into Vander's eyes. Vander felt goosebumps because of the sharpness of intuition from the God of Death. He should immediately dispute it. Otherwise he'll be killed.

"I'm sorry! There's nothing wrong with my condition!"

"Then kill immediately. The enemy is many. Just start with the people you don't like, kill!!"

Schera continued throwing stones while shouting. Many of the stone throws that hit the faces of the enemy soldiers. Sometimes there were bodies and shields thrown. Seeing the hard efforts of their commanders, the cavalry members who switched to using bows also put in great effort.

"Don't lose to Major Schera! Arc ready–!!"

A cavalryman who had experience with bows took command in place of Schera. Schera was busy throwing stones.

“Ou-!”

“—-Ready, Shoot-!!”

The arrows were fired simultaneously. It was like the rain that was pouring down the Liberation Army soldiers, causing screams and splashes of blood.

A little late, Vander pulled his bowstring, and shot.

Katarina observed Vander's behavior from the side. She had suspicions that Vander might have, but Katarina did not say anything. Vander hasn't done anything yet.

But prevention is important.

As the sun began to set, trumpets echoed, and the Liberation Army retreated. I think today's raid is over. The catapults also moved away from the range of the weapon.

But the defending side must remain vigilant. Since there was also a possibility that by the time they woke up tomorrow, the moat was already covered. There is also a consideration that a building unit will install a ladder and control its walls. They can't ignore the movement of the Liberation Army. A battle of raiding is a battle of stamina and determination. They had no choice but to rest their bodies while watching at night.

Torch fire was lit in the Liberation Army camp and completely surrounded Belta Castle. At the same time, it was just in case against the night attack, it also showed their strength.

These lights were arranged as if surrounding a coffin, a coffin that was being filled, little by little, by their hands.

It was as if the Liberation Army was doing a funeral for them, Schera thought. The castle is his third home. The first house was his poor village, the second was Antigua, then Belta's. Will he be expelled again, at the hands of the garbage Liberation Army?

Or maybe he'll die here? He can't die yet. Still, it's not enough. Schera took off her helmet, leaned against the wall, and silently adjusted her breathing. He wags his sweaty brown hair. He took off his gloves and rested.

–He's hungry.

It would be good if the one falling from the sky was not a rock but food. Everyone will be happy.

* * * * *

Belta Castle, David's Office.

David gathered the officers' staff and opened a war council meeting. With this, they could no longer count how many pointless war council meetings they held. With a crumpled face, David sat in his chair.

Beside him stood a Staff Officer of a former military officer supporting David's weakened body.

"......Reinforcements? Has the reinforcements not arrived yet? Tell them to hurry. If they don't hurry, Belta will fall."

"General. We can no longer send messengers from this castle. Even a mouse can't escape."

The Chief of Staff Officer blatantly told the truth. None of the messengers returned. There's no way they can come back.

"Why don't they send reinforcements–! Whereas if Belta falls, the Royal Capital will be in danger–! I'm sure Farzam the scum didn't go ahead with the report! He is just an incompetent boss who usually just look for face–!!"

Emotionally, David shouted furiously, and then coughed.

"General David. Emotions will only harm your body.:

"really. Without General David, this fortress would not have survived even a day. Please take care of your health."

"In this kind of situation, no matter what the risk, we should be able to make contact with the Royal Capital. If we can make a gap, surely we can do something. I'm sure it is."

"Your. The enemy is just a chaotic army, and the morale of the front line is very high. If we clamp them inside and out, we'll definitely win."

The officers' staff said something that was the opposite of their feelings. Now no longer need certainty– Belta has been ignored. The reinforcements from the Royal Capital are definitely not coming. Although everyone showed concern for David, they were actually considering their own plans for the future. They were besieged by an army of 60,000, rocks rained down on them, and the moat was in the process closed.

This fortress will no doubt fall. If they stay like this, they'll be in the same fate as David, as his crime associate over the chaos.

–There is still time. If they were to defect, they might still be able to disguise themselves.

If they could get a guarantee for their own social status and rank, they would not mind joining the Liberation Army. The actions that need to be done are: opening the gates, burning food, and then, beheading David.

Its implementation will require their own troops. They had to work hard to get cooperation from the generals. It was a gamble against time. Everything will be in vain if one is betrayed first.

Other than the Chief of Staff Officer and Staff Officer of a former military officer, no one had any intention of dying with David.

".....Today's war meeting is over. Gentlemen can disperse. Good job."

"86–, excuse me."

David is also a bamgsawan who fought in factional disputes until the end and rose to his current position. Understanding the thoughts in people's hearts is as easy as taking candy from a baby. He didn't plan on letting anyone get away. He will take them to hell too. As the staff of David's conspiring officers left, he called in the Staff of the former army officer, Konrad.

"......Conrad. From today, you are relieved of your duties as an Officer Staff, and will return to become a Military Officer. I'll give you orders from today. For now, lead the military police and patrol every gate and stockroom. There is no mercy for people who act suspiciously. No matter who they are, execute them."

"Ready 86–"

Major Konrad saluted. As a pure military man, he personally did not understand complicated matters. He will only follow the orders of his superiors. After this, he had no intention of humbling himself to survive.

".....The Chief of Staff Officer. So this is how it is. Your burden will increase, I'm sorry."

"86. the general and I will share the same fate. I'll follow you to the end."

He's risked everything to David. If they were to lose now, he had determined to accept it. After everything he's been through, he has no plans to move on to the winner.

"....Sorry, let me take a break. Hmph, I didn't expect that I would fall this low. No matter how tall the tower is, it will take a while to fall. With this I can't make fun of Sidamo."

Receiving a favor from Konrad, David returns to his room. His glory had fallen and scattered from his hand. Instead, he had obtained a bad name that would be passed down to the next generations. A sadistic nobleman who massacres civilians. How will he welcome his death?

He can only laugh. If he was going to fall, he would make the people who betrayed him meet the same fate. He heard that the dead were trying to drag the living. If so, should he imitate her? Fortunately, there were people under his command who were fit for the role.

“.....God of Death, huh?”

“General David?”

“.....No, not nothing.”

He felt the scythe was eyeing his neck. He felt that the monster was impatiently and restlessly waiting for the time to menu. The god of death is Schera Zade.