The Girl Who Eats the God of Death

Chapter 01 - The Bread is Delicious

At first, this was a normal story.

A poor village is swallowed up by the ravages of war, its wealth, its food, and its life are snatched away. The assailants mercilessly destroyed a location belonging to the population, which suffered a series of crop failures and fought against starvation. Unable to resist, their poor lives are snatched away by a sword, or perhaps a spear.

Throughout the village, screams and screams were heard everywhere, and then the screams disappeared.

Satisfying their greed and for exercise, they burned the building after looting it, and they left no one. A father and son, seeing an opening, decided to flee, but well targeted arrows flew towards their backs, and they fell down.

From this Crater of Hell, no one can escape.

It was in the abominable and hot fire of hell.

A thin, dry young woman with eyes that do not radiate life has hidden herself in a hut reot. He had no energy or strength left to move. The young girl's family tried to escape, but they were killed on the way.

The woman who could not do the work of farming well was considered a burden not only by the population, but also by her family. If he died for them, they'd be happier, that's what they thought.

Therefore, he was the only person in the family left and has survived until now, because no one can escape the besieged village.

In the heart of the girl there is sadness, despair, sadness, and pain. Various emotions mixed.

However, more than those emotions, there was one thought that was stronger than all of that in him. The only desire that exceeds all.

It was a sad and unfortunate desire that could also be called human instinct, it was a "hunger".

Ever since this girl was born, she never ate until she was full. An abundant harvest could not be expected from the barren land, and besides, there was a cruel tax imposed. The remaining food of very little precedence was given to the workers. People who go hunting. People who do farm work. People who raise children.

The young girl, who could not do a single thing well, was given only leftovers.

Nevertheless, it could still be called happiness that could keep him alive.

Because there are instances of other villages choosing to kill to reduce the number of mouths that need to be fed.

—Therefore, when an assailant finally came, the girl did not even tremble in the slightest. Even when the assailant revealed a big, disgusting smile, the girl did not turn her face away. Even when the burly warrior overstretched him and the soldier's arm reached for him, the chick did not get rid of the soldier.

Even when the Death God held his great scythe pointed at him, he felt no fear. Was it just an illusion, or was it the true God of Death, did it come to uproot his life?

The God of Death, wearing a torn robe and a white mask. However, hunger would not be satisfied by the appearance of the terrifying death god.

The god of death and the overlapping man could be seen overlapping each other. The girl's gaze became increasingly abnormal.

In a world that is starting to become infected with immobility, the chick mutters that she is hungry many times in her mind.

The girl's clothes were messed up violently. He no longer cared what would happen afterwards, his stomach was empty, 'is there nothing to eat', he muttered and looked around.

At the strange behavior of the girl, the soldier who was pinning down her displayed a bewildered face. When his gaze met the gaze of the girl, the man inevitably backed off. The experienced soldier who had killed many people was stunned.

"W-You, what the fuck is—"

"......delicious."

"W-What?"

"You, look so delicious."

the girl focused her gaze on the man possessed by the God of Death, and a thought appeared in the girl's mind... He moved his lips into a joyful smile, displaying his teeth. What he thinks is,

"This guy's slender throat, looks really delicious."

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Two countries, the Yuze Kingdom and the Keyland Empire, are fighting for supremacy from the Mundo Novo continent. It is very obvious that the situation is very critical.

The impulse was the failure of the harvest last year. The Yuze Empire, which controlled much of the poor harvest, was forced to rely on imported food supplies from other countries.

Then, their trading partner, Dolebacks Union suddenly issued an embargo. Simultaneously, the Keyland Empire unilaterally declared that the Non-Aggression Pact was repealed.

Union is a territory that has declared independence from the Yuze Kingdom. The Empire was currently in a temporary truce with the Kingdom, but repeated skirmishes were fought along the border. The decline of the Kingdom was to their advantage with certainty, without any loss. Targeting an internal collapse, they cooperatively apply pressure, further reducing the life of the Kingdom.

Because of this embargo, the kingdom's finances are getting more dire. They were forced to impose heavy taxes on the people, and many starved to death in the Kingdom.

The empire stretched their hands further and further, and managed to turn Princess Altura, an orphan from the current prince of the kingdom.

He was supported with funds and an army, and the "Royal Capital Liberation Army" was formed.

As the brains behind the operation, they included young male soldiers from the Empire and appointed the Second Prince of the Empire as the leader. It goes without saying that the prince will marry the princess in the future, seeking to take over the Kingdom.

Even the Liberation Army desperately wanted a backer, and there was no reason to refuse their help. They already knew about the dangers of being a puppet. In order to transcend borders, the people were swept away by the continuous struggle, The current Kingdom was an enemy that was harder to deal with than the Empire.

The plan was that the Liberation Army should be made up of 30,000 soldiers, but not that many.

The Kingdom could have destroyed them anywhere, but they were ignored because the Kingdom poured their power into small battles with the Empire.

However, the Liberation Army occupied the "Colador Fort", continuing steadily to increase their holdings, and invited those who suffered from the Kingdom's tenacity.

Day by day their numbers increased, and in the end they could not be looked at one eye anymore.

If allowed to reproduce like they are today, they will become an existence that is very dangerous, that is the judgment of the Royal high-ranking officers.

The kingdom finally deployed their troops and decided to move, extorting further assets from the already repressed population.

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Antigua Branch Castle, vanguard of the Yuze Kingdom.

Located in the southern part of the Central Border Zone, it was an important base that effectively monitored the border with the Empire. Further south from there is Fort Salvador, the defense line of the Liberation Army. Huge amounts of money were used to strengthen the walls of Antigua, this was the gripping wall that had countered the Empire's attacks in countless numbers so far.

Half of the newly enlisted soldiers, precisely called anchovies, were stationed here.

Will they die in a small battle? Will they be executed for defection? Or will they survive and earn a small amount of money? Which fate awaits them?

Naturally, there were strange people who wanted to be enlisted, but the majority of those soldiers were young men who were forced to enlist in the military.

Gathering among these new soldiers with a bad expression was a girl stuffing her mouth with bread and grilled meat, she was classified as one of those weirdos.

"You, as always, enjoy eating alone. Which food is not that delicious."

"That's because I can eat it as I please, because everyone doesn't seem to like eating a lot."

"When your stomach bulges, good and bad is another matter. Oh my, what a weird guy."

{furigana|Danton|the pleton} commander in charge of leading the new recruits muttered dumbfoundedly, but the girl finished her drink in one gulp without showing any signs of concern.

"Shera's taste is pretty bad, right? It was a common sight. More importantly, Danton, are the rumors true?"

That platoon of soldiers who had not experienced the first battle asked full of worry.

".....What rumors?"

The Danton asked back with a serious expression on his face.

"Rumors about the start of offensives again and again against rebel forces. It seems that the higher-ups also arrived in groups."

"The higher-ups" mentioned by the young soldier — they are admirals or perhaps generals who have piles of medallions attached to their chests and boast guards, officer staff, etc, and elite soldiers who move with them.

They are reinforcements from East Belta. Including Antigua's recommendations, their numbers are about 100,000. It was the first large-scale mobilization to date.

Their numbers are huge, their gear is excellent, and their experience is a pointless thing to say, very low. The so-called amburadul troops occupied half of that army.

"...Ahhhhh. There should be an order soon. We have to prepare for them and make a training effort. Whether you're gonna live or die, it's the fruit of your training, and your luck."

"Law. So that's true. I still don't want to die...."

"Thank you for the food."

The young girl named Schera clapped her hands, looking satisfied. Seeing that, the young man subconsciously let out a complaint.

"Come on. Don't just think about the food, think a little bit about what we just talked about. Your life tomorrow is more important than meat and bread today!"

"For me, meat and bread today are much more important. It's worth a lot more than you're complaining about."

"Based on a brazen bachelorette!"

"Bad girl? no thanks."

"Hey, soldiers, just ignore that. Come on, when you're done eating, get back to training!"

They were both silent, as Danton shouted, and they rushed back to the training ground.

The young man was a fairly normal young man. If his luck was good, he would survive, and if his luck was bad, he might die. It might not even leave its name in history, he was an ordinary warrior, a tumblr pawn.

But of course, he himself understood that. Just by ordinary luck alone, he had to discard about the right called life.

The Danton smokes cigarettes. The cigarette blurred his eyes.

But that girl. Even though she was still a young girl, that chick was at a sufficient age to become a somewhat odd soldier. He was a strange human who had directly come to enlist in that army.

He's about 16 years old. His birthplace was an agricultural village controlled by rebel soldiers. The reason he joined voluntarily was simply a joke, "to eat until satisfied." There was only one reason why this girl who seemed incapable of wielding a sword properly qualified.

Because he handed over the heads of the 10 rebel soldiers while bathing in blood. Their heads and evidence of their affiliation were inserted carelessly into a large leather pouch. The chick was even polite enough to bring back a flag from the self-proclaimed Liberation Army.

Normally, there would be great suspicion, but there was one thing that the great Kingdom was proud of. There would be no problem if one had the power to kill the enemy, and the chick was immediately approved for her registration.

On that occasion, though small, a cash reward was given as a reward for defeating the enemy.

And then, that was the fate that had been determined for him to be assigned to the troops under his control.

The man who commanded the platoon, heard the entire story, and could only sigh.

"Yes my. I don't understand it at all. I have a bad feeling."

Staring at the young lady at the training ground, doing her great scythe swinging exercises, the man issued an ******** unconsciously.

Although it was completely unreasonable, the girl easily displayed her ability in handling her scythe that she got out of nowhere, even though the leader had her use a sword.

By the time he first took part in the training, "Don't draw anything beyond your means" said the leader and decided to take the girl's scythe, but he dropped the huge scythe because of its outrageous weight. It was an unreasonable scythe that required two new recruits just to lift it (it was impossible to swing it).

Although it was a mystery how a young girl with a slender posture could handle the scythe, she certainly seemed to have greater war potential when using the scythe than a sword. It would be more correct to say that the girl really had no talent in swordsmanship.

He inevitably recognizes the girl as a special case, but after all, a scythe is an inappropriate weapon. A scythe could not be further in terms of the range of a spear, and it also lost the same sword in terms of slash. Its outer appearance looked imposing, yet as a weapon, the scythe had its own advantages.

The reason why such a scythe was not seen in actual combat was very simple. It is not intended to kill humans.

However, when he saw the young girl swinging the scythe with a delighted expression and her blade slashing the puppet made of straw, he recalled something, even though it was ominous. It was an existence that everyone feared and should be avoided.

Dressed in black cloth, an aberration that hunts people's souls. The sadistic knob that appeared on the verge of death.

——Death God.

“Hei, Schera. Are you really going to go fight with that scythe? It was troublesome and heavy, there was no good of the scythe. Even though you have incredible power."

The young man who previously voiced his worries. He had a bad mouth, but even so, he was a good person.

"An ordinary sword doesn't suit me, so what else. This one, it's been evolving to fit me. I wonder why that is also."

Schera raised the scythe with one hand, and its curved blade could make the fool's head fly.

Schera's slightly dented black hair waved left and right. Not long or short, his hair was draped onto his shoulders. With a feeling of melancholy, he made a combing motion with his left hand.

The young man nearby saw that, shaking his head from side to side while letting out a look of shock.

"Thank God. Where did you get that thing? Don't tell me, it's a special order?"

"I'm nemu."

"Boong lu! Such a dangerous object cannot be felled carelessly!"

"Do you really want to know?"

"If you want a story, I want to hear it. Because we're talking about it."

".....The truth is,"

Schera's voice immediately became quiet as she smiled dazzlingly. It was different from his usual rude attitude.

The young soldier reflexively gulped when he saw that expression.

"The truth is?"

“—I'm a Death God.”

"Basic damn chick! I'm stupid for taking it seriously!"

"Because I told you, buy me some bread next time. With cheese, too, I was looking forward to it. That's a promise."

Schera stretched out her hand, but her hand was wrung out forcefully.

"Diem lu! You eat grass or something!"

The youth jerked his clothes and walked towards the location of the other straw doll. After the girl finished looking at the young man, Schera went back to training again.

"If it's grass, I've eaten it many times, it doesn't taste delicious. It is bitter and cannot make the stomach full. Man is neither a cow nor a horse. .....The most delicious thing I've ever eaten is"

“—God of Death at the time.”

The scythe was slashed vertically above his head and split the straw doll in half.

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The Yuze Royal Army, Third Army Corps Headquarters. As night fell, at the same time, a surprise attack was decided to be carried out according to the advice of the commander of the army corps, General Yalder. Moving at night is a high risk. There was also an act of defection.

Although the ones issuing the surprise attack were the Third Army Corps, they were elites and had high honor, it was a division of 10,000 men under the command of Major General Jira. Their strategy was to join the reserve army assigned to Antigua Branch Castle and launch a major assault on the food storage warehouse located around the enemy's stronghold.

If the operation was successful as planned, it would inflict fatal damage on the Liberation Army.

Of course, the enemy's vigilance would be even tighter, but, "If it's our elite army, we can definitely destroy them," was Yalder's words. After that, with a large voice from the officer in charge, his strategy could be implemented.

—It was also determined that the incorporated Schera platoon would have the honor of taking part in the surprise attack.

Although for the people in question, it might have been a sad time. If they fight, they will die. After all, the ones who were about to die were the wounded soldiers.

The surprise attack had two stages.

the officers, after the surprise attack had been successful, would have pursued the rebel forces without exception, or so it was planned.

In the pursuit, half of the Third Corps occupying the fortress would make an ambush, stationed in the forest.

Then, the scheme was used to summon chase units to encircle the incoming enemy and lead them to annihilation.

If all goes well this time, the rebels who call themselves the Royal Capital Liberation Army will be crushed in one blow.

".....Will it work? The attack tonight. I feel a little uneasy."

"Where do I know. I wonder too. Except, I'm looking forward to the food storage. It was something that was definitely filled with food. We'll be able to take whatever we want, no doubt."

Schera and the young man, who was wearing rough armor, walked over while whispering. The surroundings were completely enveloped in darkness. Although this may be obvious, it is forbidden to start a fire because it is a surprise attack. In the silent forest, the soldiers held their breaths and moved forward earnestly.

".....You know, I've been thinking ever since. Is there only food in your head? You should think more about something else."

"Yes, you don't know?"

"Gosh, I envy you, you're so jolly. ....You know, I was scared. I kept thinking what if I couldn't go home anymore. I still have a lot of things I want to do. I'm afraid of death."

The young man clenched his hands tightly, as if to suppress his trembling.

Schera took out the fried beans from her small bag and put them in her mouth. A good taste filled his mouth. It looks like the wrong place.

"If you die, then you won't be scared. Isn't that a good thing? You don't have to worry anymore."

"....If you die too, then you won't go hungry anymore, so that's good for you. Dead people don't have hunger."

"I think it's true."

"Yes, right?"

"Woy, quiet! The enemy will hear you!"

When they thought that Danton's voice was louder, after exchanging face-to-face, they were instantly silent.

—Have we walked for an hour? Or maybe it's been two hours? Has the front row launched an attack? Soon, will we really be able to carry out surprise attacks without being discovered?

The young man questioned himself as he walked forward. While trying your best not to make a sound.

He immediately knew the answer to his previous question. No, it's more accurate to say that he already knows.

"—Boyan Traitor!! You're gonna die here!!"

"Archers, start the attack! Annihilate them-!"

Accompanied by a strong command, torches lit up along the crevices of the surrounding trees. At the same time, the fire arrows with the sound of shaking off the wind hit the Royal troops.

"M-Enemy!! The rebel army ambushed!!"

"What's this! Has the surprise attack been caught!? Quickly back off, back-down! Back-up!!"

Jira who was leading the surprise attack unit let out a voice of anger and gave the order. To take advantage of the enemy's carelessness, and then attack and subdue the enemy in one strike, that's what's called a "Surprise Attack". That said, the people who were ambushed turned things around. Their situation was a prey that was successfully lured out. The commander should immediately reorder the formation, if not—

"The fire is spreading very fast! P-Pak, the oil's been spread out! A-Fire appeared from all over the forest!"

"Hurry to open the retreat lane! We'll be annihilated like this-!"

All plans for a surprise attack have been leaked on rebel forces, with large quantities of dry grass and oil already being washed out in front of the roads they will be traveling through in the forest. A large number of fire arrows rained down on the place.

There was no way to form a Jira division that had fallen into chaos. Will they burn to death in the forest, or will they retreat and be slaughtered by the enemy.

Major General Jira the Commander kept berating his soldiers in order to escape somehow, but in the end, he was killed by the leader of the rebel forces.

There was no trace of the overflowing confidence that filled the usual expression on his face, only one looked to scream, "I don't want to die".

The Schera platoon that followed them was also engulfed by the flames. The arrows did not stop and continued to rain down without any gaps at all. The platoon of soldiers were also killed in fierce melee combat.

The soldiers killed while on duty were Schera's acquaintances, and there were times when Schera was bread-treated by them. He took out a small loaf of bread he put in his pocket, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

He's not gonna get a deal anymore, that's unfortunate.

"Even if we stay here like this, we'll just burn to death. Drowning or swimming, we have to get out of the woods. Prepare yourself."

Danton raised his voice and told the soldiers.

"But Danton. Aren't we really going to be surrounded outside the forest as well?"

"The time has come, we commit ourselves to our bad luck. If you don't want to, it doesn't matter if you want to stay. I don't mind if you break the military regulations. However, it will burn you to death, I guarantee it. .....Those who have guts, draw your swords. We will attack simultaneously according to my signal."

The Danton and the soldiers who were in the crucial moments of their lives took out their weapons and looked to the right. Through the crevices of the trees, an open field could be seen, and no enemy soldiers could be seen. Of course, most likely the enemy soldiers were hiding.

From the front, there was billowing black smoke, screams, and flames, forcing every soldier to make up his mind.

The other platoon from behind made a strange sound and scattered towards the open field. At the same time, Danton also issued an order.

"Start attack-!! Attack!!"

"Yahoooooooooooooo!!!"

"Forward forward! Don't look to bela—"

"—Shoot!"

On a brave piece of the platoon, arrows flew into the field. The soldiers from the Liberation Army waited for them impatiently and restlessly. No soldier makes an ambush that reveals itself to the enemy. Camouflaging, arrows ready to fire, gripping spears, they had hidden their sharp killing intent.

It's too late for the other platoon behind them. Bodies pierced by arrows were scattered everywhere.

An arrow pierced through the eyebrows of the Danton in front. Several shots were fired at his armor, and Danton died without being able to scream or be surprised.

The young man, whether lucky or unfortunate, only received attacks on his right shoulder and knee, and did not suffer fatal injuries. But that doesn't change his fate. The difference is just dying now or later. The enemy soldiers changed from bows to spears and impatiently closed the distance. The injured platoon members were also already in a condition of being unable to fight.

There were no reinforcements, and the platoon behind them had already made its way to hell.

"U-Uaa-oo!"

With his chaotic posture, there was no point in pointing the sword at the enemy. He was tempted at the thought of throwing away his sword and giving up, but he immediately threw away the thought. After all, they would not capture an ordinary soldier as a prisoner.

—I'll die here.

From the bottom of his heart, the young man did not want to die.

"Danton, he's dead huh. Even though he gave me a lot of food. It's really unfortunate."

"—Eh?"

The young man thought that he heard Schera's voice which was usually next to his ear, at that moment, something invaded the enemy soldiers. It was very fast, and the young man tried his best to follow his movements with his eyes.

Then, at the same time, blood spat out and screams roared.

"U-ugyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-y!!"

"Whew."

"—Ap-ap-!"

The right arm of an enemy soldier was cut off by a large scythe, and the head of a man standing dumbfounded beside him, was thrown.

The scythe blade was extremely sharp, and the heads of the Liberation Army soldiers were decapitated and thrown — it looked like mowing the grass.

The man whose right arm was cut off did not know what was happening to him, and he fell down.

The bleeding he was experiencing was severe, and he might not be able to avoid death.

"Oi, what are you doing! The opponent is just one person! Kepung and bun—"

On the face of the man giving the order like a commanding officer was stabbed by the tip of the scythe. The people who were beside him fell silent as the person's face was torn into a messy shape. It seemed that he did not realize that he was within the range of that scythe.

"Hi-Hiiiiii-!!"

The screams of the soldiers echoed. Anyone would see a disaster befall a living human being.

"It's annoying when there are a lot of people. But I won't let anyone live. I'll annihilate you all, rebel forces."

Whispering a monologue, the scythe threw out a pierced spear. At that opening, the tip of the scythe penetrated deeply from above the opponent's head. And just like that, the area became a sea of blood, and corpses were thrown.

The Liberation Army soldiers who had fallen into a state of panic shot arrows while trembling. Schera twisted her scythe and brushed everything off easily.

It was like a conqueror or a hero who came from a legend, thought the young man.

One by one the enemy soldiers began to retreat.

After losing their leader, the soldiers were in disarray like they were hit by a landslide.

Instantly, Schera let out a small smile and stepped forward with her right foot.

"—To-Please! O-This person is the God of Death!!"

"M-Monster!! We can't win!"

"I don't want to die in a place like this!"

Some of the people who were still alive, screamed and started running away.

Schera chose one man as his target among them and swung the scythe in his hand with great force.

The scythe struck a large tree in front of him and cut the bodies of the soldiers in its path in two, which began to convulse as its entrails splashed out. It was an instant death.

When the young man and the surviving platoon warriors were stunned, Schera walked over to retrieve his large scythe. He carried the scythe over his shoulder, and his figure revealed sincere excitement against the background of the fire.

Schera's face and armor were covered in blood. The chunks of flesh and and stomach contents clung to his scythe. It was a terrifying sight that one could not face directly.

"…………"

"Hi, Hii-h!"

"....What was? Your face is pale, you know?"

From the middle of the battlefield filled with the thick scent of blood, the Death God himself headed towards the young man, it was the silhouette of Schera projected by the dim lighting.

As if dressed in ragged black robes, the death monster was etched into the young man's gaze. That terrifying scythe slowly swung from side to side. It was as if he was looking for the next victim.

That was, to the extent that the young man could maintain his consciousness.