The Girl Who Eats the God of Death

Chapter 19 - Boiled Tomato Soup Very Delicious

Yalder's United Legion has been ordered to return to the Capital. Bringing together the defeated soldiers of Antigua and Belta, Yalder moved towards his goal with heavy strides. After being taken down, he lost his appetite, and his face turned pale. Since Yalder was arguably quite fat, Sidamo thought that this was a good thing.

A messenger from Sharov visits the depressed Yalder.

‘Stand by and wait for command.’

Hearing that, Yalder was desperate, thinking, ‘Did she harass me now?’ Sidamo comforts him. ‘This is an opportunity to clean up your disgrace,’ he said. Yalder is confused, not understanding what Sidamo means. ‘We just follow the instructions for now,’ Sidamo advised without answering the confusion Yalder.

Also, as if carrying out a secret order, Sidamo gave instructions to the Schera Cavalry. Schera is the strongest card in his hand– Death card. ‘Stop the feudal lords of defectors, and gather information.’

In the southern region of the Kingdom, the movement of the feudal lords smelled of conspiracy–hal has been up eyed Sharov through his spies. Through the investigation, he understood that they were amassing excessive supplies and mercenaries. Judging the possibility that they would act simultaneously with the enemy was extremely high, he pretended to dismiss Yalder, and sent them off as a secret unit.

Poor for the person in question, but Yalder's personality was one that could not act, so he had no choice. Since he had a good reason to be dismissed, and it wouldn't make the defectors suspicious, Yalder was chosen. Sharov needed to do that because they were in a situation where even the contents of the war meeting would leak to the enemy through their spies.

Sharov had already sensed signs that an enemy surprise attack might be imminent, but he could not read up to what route of invasion they were going to take: Cyrus, Sayeh, he said, there is also the possibility that the enemy will outwit them and attack Roshanak Fortress. Right now, the enemy main force was heading towards the Canaan main road, and a division of the Sharov First Army was already deployed to head them off. Usually, he would not worry about losing. The enemy is also only facing them, and blatant attacks will not occur. Only small-scale battles took place.

"I'd guess. They're waiting for something, it's obvious...."

"I don't feel any intention to attack from the enemy. I think it's just like you said, Commander. We must increase the number of spies and strengthen our surveillance."

Sharov muttered as he stared at the map. Major General Laros agreed with him. He was a general approaching the age of 40, and he was not very prominent in terms of military ability, but he had solid leadership. His personality was very cooperative, and he was a great commander from Sharov's point of view. Because people like him were so rare, Sharov desperately defended him. He didn't care about his colleagues wanting a promotion, but there were many people who behaved according to their own judgment.

He didn't want to speak ill of David, who had been killed in battle, but losing Belta was indeed very detrimental. Although they were protecting Canaan, it was not impossible that the Liberation Army would target the Capital through the southern region of the Kingdom. Before the Kingdom slowly disintegrated, he had to do something. But, the pieces were too few to do so. His First Army can't even move freely. ‘Is there no way to eliminate the parasitic demon, Farzam?’ thought.

"We won't be able to make progress at this level. We may have to launch an attack. Is there no request from the Capital to eliminate them?"

Lieutenant General Barbora suggests a proactive attack. This man, who was the embodiment of a desire for promotion, was very strong when he was in a good situation, but very weak when he was down. He is the type of person who is not suitable for defense duties. Moreover, it would be a recklessness that would cause a sturdy formation to be destroyed. Sharov did not want to point at him, but there was a problem of political nepotism, so nothing could be done.

"Disregard a request from a man who doesn't know the real situation. Now is not the time to make any reckless movements."

"What did you say!? That might indeed be the Commander's remark, but it was extremely disrespectful towards His Majesty!"

"I'm talking about Farzam myself. All those stupid instructions came from that man. People who have never been in the Army should not interfere in the affairs of war. It's sad how terrible this era will be. How he lived his life is a mystery."

"commander. Don't continue."

"You're right. Just talking is useless. We just need to figure out how to defend Canaan."

“...........”

When Larus asked to be careful, Sharov cleared his throat. Barbora showed her dissatisfaction.

"......It's almost time that General, I mean, Lieutenant General Yalder got to the Capital."

To change the topic. larus talked about Yalder.

"He'll probably be up for a few more days. One day, I plan to give him another chance. His stern personality is not unpleasant to me. What matters is that he's humble."

Sharov rubbed his beard calmly. If everything went according to plan, they should have started working on getting rid of the conspirators. And also, the Death God who had recently become the subject seemed to be under Yalder's command. In such a critical situation, the girl's presence was quite convincing.

Staring at the battle formation map on the table, Sharov twisted his brain.

–Sore day.

While basking in the red sun, the 100 cavalrymen led by Schera moved neatly.

“We encountered some unexpected difficulties. Unexpectedly, it seems like they have a strong sense of responsibility.”

Schera spurred his horse while putting his scythe on his shoulder. Next to her was Katarina who was holding a sack.

The strange large sack was a necessary "proof" in the next town. The thing held in the cloth sack was still fresh, and the liquid was seeping through.

“However, due to the extraordinary interrogation of the Lieutenant Colonel, we get most of his information. You can also estimate the main culprit, amazing.”

"Test me I won't make you get anything. Plus again. I don't have anything else."

Schera shrugged her shoulders. He looked back at the cavalry following behind him.

"Once we've arrived, prepare the food immediately. I'm starving for half my life. I ate all my food."

He flipped a small bag. All that fell out of that bag was breadcrumbs. Whether he likes it or doesn't, there's nothing left. Even if she screams, it won't fill her stomach. It's just a waste of stamina.

"Ready man, leave it to me. I brought a set of cooking utensils. I also got the ingredients some time ago, so I'm sure you'll be satisfied.”

A cavalryman smiled, showing his white teeth.

"Yo, when did you buy it?"

"Your bags are off guard."

"Oh, you want to make yourself look great!"

The crowd of cavalry around him became in an uproar. Schera nodded a few times, and smiled cheerfully.

"I'm getting impatient. Let's get our work done, then eat some good food. I hope this time doesn't take too long."

"Ready ndan-, we'll be here soon!"

Millard's city was already visible with its front gate tightly shut. The city is located to the west of the nearly completed Cyrus Fortress. His feudal lord, Evjen, seemed to understand the reason for the comparison with the other nobles, and his reputation was excellent among the soldiers and citizens.

Moreover, he was good at leading, and they heard he often acted as a mediator among the neighboring feudal lords.

The royal flag fluttered over the city, but around it were fortresses of archers ready for battle. Schera's mouth is curved, thinking about how good it is because Evjen is really easy to understand.

–They chatted in front of the gate, and finally got into town an hour after that.

Millard's feudal lord, Baron Evjen, is in a state of distress. Not long after, a Liberation Army unit will cross this hilly area. However, why at a time like this did a unit from the Kingdom even come as well? There was only a small gap in his calculations. But the time is not enough. Goods and personnel are needed to rise up and survive until the coming winter. He had to spend funds just for that, hire mercenaries, and prepare items to give to the Liberation Army. He had to speed things up at all costs.

".....What am I supposed to do?"

"Dad. Units from the Kingdom have not yet entered the city. We'll just kick them out immediately. They can't get into town!"

Eldest son Evjen gave hardline policy advice. He is the proud son of Evjen, very intelligent and has a bright future. Someday he will be the successor of this Millard region, and will probably develop this region even further. But, he's still young. He lacks experience. For 20 years or so, it was impossible to escape this situation.

If they chose to fight, the Royal Army would instantly overrun them, and Millard would fall. In the plan, the Liberation Army will target the unguarded Fort Cyrus. The kingdom would probably ignore Millard who had "fallen". The government may seem heartless when it comes to doing that, but as a tactic, it's just right. This operation would have been futile if the main target, Cyrus, had not fallen.

"If we expel them, our rebellion will be found out, and their army will soon come to us. The danger must be taken into account. Anyhow. We still don't know exactly what the opponent's motive is."

"Although, I can't believe that the Royal cavalry will come to our place at this time. It's clear they have a purpose! Expelling them would be like suicide!"

Evjen spoke to calm his screaming son as his face turned red.

"But there's no way they know everything. Their forces were too few if they came to suppress the rebellion. It was likely that they were here to look at the situation while showing off their abilities. It acts as both a check and a threat."

Evjen's decision will affect the lives of the neighboring feudal lords. Their lives are closely related to this place. They've risked all their chips to the Liberation Army. They can no longer retreat.

"...Then, will you let them in?"

"Making them wait any longer will probably make them suspicious. There will be no problem if we are vigilant like facing a night thief. As for the questions from them, we have to adjust ourselves to the situation and respond to it. Just leave it to me. You do the rest and go into the room."

".......I-i understand. Dad, take care of yourself."

While putting on an expression that indicated that he disagreed, the eldest son returned to the room where the rest of the family was waiting.

Evjen called out to the guards and strengthened the guard of the living room. He gave instructions to the mercenaries outside to prepare and ordered them to kill all of them as soon as they were given the signal. If the discussion failed, he would have to kill a hundred cavalry. It would be fatal if only one cavalry escaped. He must eliminate them.

"Well now, the rest depends on the opponent. I'd rather they come back in peace. For now, there's no need for pointless bloodshed."

Evjen took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Then, he straightened himself, straightened his back, and headed to the living room.

The living room was surrounded by guards.

There were two female officers. One of the officers was small-bodied and appeared to be under 20 years old, but was wearing black armor that did not suit him very well. The other was an officer in glasses. The moment she entered the room, the two female officers directed their gazes at her, as if observing her.

"God, thank you for bothering to come to a place like this. My name is Evjen, the man who runs Millard's territory. Hello to you."

While putting on a forced smile, he sat opposite to them. The little girl sat there smiling. The bespectacled girl stood next to him, and whispered something to him. I don't know what, like a short girl with a higher rank. As Evjen squinted his eyes to check, his rank mark was Lieutenant Colonel. The bespectacled girl was a Second Lieutenant. How can this weak-looking girl become a Lieutenant Colonel? Are the Royal Troops in a very depressed condition?

–It seems that the decision he took was not wrong, Evjen thought.

"Good afternoon, Baron Evjen. I'm Lieutenant Colonel Schera with a cavalry unit affiliated with the United Legion Yalder of the Royal Army. This is my aide, Letda Katarina."

"I'm Katarina. It's an honor to meet the famous Baron Evjen."

The female officer named Katarina bowed her head. Beside his feet was a cloth. Maybe it was meant to be given as a visitation gift.

"Letkol Schera, and Letda Katarina? Well, let's just say at home. It must have taken a huge effort for someone as young as you to reach the rank of Lieutenant Colonel."

"Thank you for the compliment. After killing the enemy, without me noticing, I reached this rank, I myself was shocked. I don't have the ability to command."

Schera responded with a laugh. But his eyes did not laugh at all. He continued to observe Evjen's behavior. And so did Katarina. His legs were slightly open, and he put on a posture like he would draw his sword at any moment.

They really don't trust him. Sweat appeared on Evjen's eyebrows.

"......So, what business brings you to visit at this hour? Lately, night thieves are rife. I have to try to get validation. If I can, I'd like to get some useful information."

Evjen clapped his hands, signaled, and wine was poured on the glasses prepared in front of Schera and Catherine. Red wine. Evjen instinctively thought it was an unpleasant color. When he clapped his hand once more, it was a signal for the guards to enter. These pathetic officers will be bathed in blood. If possible, he wanted to end this peacefully.

He wished they were the people he could talk to. Worst of all, he had no problem giving them money. Or perhaps, if he could make them side with him, the future of these girls would be bright as well. There is no reason to remain with the Kingdom that is headed for destruction.

"It's about something you understand, right? Baron Evjen."

‘What do you say?’, Schera said as she tilted her glass of red liquid.

"God, I can't understand what you're saying but..... You seem to have doubts about me. I swear to the Star God that there's no such thing."

He said as he puffed his chest, and then there was a loud laugh.

"–Ahahaha-! What a cheap God, Baron Evjen. Please don't make me laugh out loud. My stomach is rumbling."

"While you say that, that's the truth. First, I want you to say clearly, so I can understand, what you want to ask."

As Evjen pretended to be innocent, Schera shook his head excessively. Katarina watched him closely.

"Simplify, Evjen. When and where did the Liberation Army trash come from? If you say everything now, I'll spare your life."

Schera's attitude changed completely, and she threatened with an animal-like expression. Evjen immediately fell silent unable to say anything, but he soon recovered. It's just a threat. It's impossible for Schera to actually do that. Evjen can't scream now.

".....Very disrespectful words for a Lieutenant Colonel. That's very unpleasant. A very rude remark towards a man who had sworn an oath of absolute loyalty to the Kingdom!"

"You know, you don't mind if I assume you have no intention of speaking honestly?"

"I'm in no position to be honest, I don't know what you mean! If your business is just that, I want you to leave immediately. I will send a protest to the Kingdom on this matter. You need to get ready! Guards, get Lieutenant Colonel back! Take him away!"

Evjen shouted, but there was no reply from the guards waiting outside. They were silent in place, as if they were statues.

"Woi, did you hear! Guards!"

".....It's very noisy. Katarina, secure this noisy man."

"Ready-and-rush!"

Catherine took out her staff and called out to the guards. They caught Evjen's hand and pressed his face against the table. Evjen is held back by a power that humans do not possess.

"W-What are you guys doing-!? Goddamn it, are you guys crazy!?"

He shouted furiously, but the guards did not move. Their eyes have no focus. The hue of their faces darkened, and on their throats was a sharp knife sticking out. His blood coagulated, and only in that area was the dark red one.

"Evjem. This is not a situation to worry about others. I'll give you one more chance. Think carefully. If you say everything honestly now, I'll just kill you. There's also some evidence, so it's just that you're telling me."

Schera tapped on the table with her finger and offered Evjen a choice.

"B-Proof!? There's no way you're pu–"

"We have. Good evidence that will surely fill you as well. Still so fresh that it could be alive. Look carefully with your own eyes."

Waiting at the side, Katarina placed the cloth bag that was beside her feet on the table. The bottom of the bag had already turned black and gave off an odor.

Katarina untied him, and there....

“C-Czeslaw!?”

Czeslaw, feudal lord of the neighboring town of Millard. It's two towns away, and he's a close friend of Evjen's. He was the one who was first informed of Evjen's plan. Now, however, he had become a tragic figure.

"The former feudal lord of the next town. He was quite stubborn, but in the end, he said everything. About the location of the letter you two sent. What kind of plan is that. Except, the most vital information, something only you know, right? That's why we came here. Do you understand."

Beside Czeslaw's head, he threw a bundle of letters. Secret messages stored in a vault.

“............Kuh-”

"So, what's your answer?"

Schera asked the last question.

After remaining silent, Evjen shook his head.

"I-I don't know. Even if you show me something like that, it means nothing to me! If you understand, leave!"

He tried to wriggle to free himself from the guards who were holding him back. But his body cannot move. Seeing that, Schera sighed.

"Gue is heavy, so I don't want this to be a dirty thing. The hunt is done already."

"Letkol, leave it to me this time. I'll make him say everything, for sure."

".....Sure it's okay? If you can't, let me."

"No, there won't be any problems. I may look like this, but more or less I have knowledge. I'll do it until he opens his mouth, let me show you."

Katarina made a playful gesture with her hand. It gave off the impression like something round swirling in his palm. It might be a bad habit. Schera decided it would be fine and entrusted everything to Katarina.

"Well, I'll go back to the soldiers. The materials were in the room. I think it's a pretty big family. Just use what is necessary as you please."

"Ready ndan–, just leave it to me! ......All right then, Baron Evjen, can we go now?"

Katarina approached Evjen and whispered softly to Evjen's ear. At Katarina's tone of voice, Evjen immediately goosebumps.

"H-Stop! I don't know! I really don't know!"

"Baron Czeslaw needs three men. How much will you need? –Ufufufu-"

Having the guards gag her screaming mouth, Katarina left with Evjen carried on their shoulders.

After finishing his wine, Schera left his glass upside down. Red stains spread on the white tablecloth. At the center, a dark stain spread out. A strange sight, Schera thought as if it was none of her business.

Middle Millard Square.

The cavalry made campfires while cooking. Around them were mercenaries who revealed their bloodlust.

Schera cheerfully spoke.

"Where is the cooking preparation?"

"Ready nand-preparation goes smoothly!"

"The menu?"

"Fish and vegetable soup. There is bread, cheese, and dried meat that is usually. The main menu is soup. The taste of the seasoned vegetables will come out and be very delicious."

"I'm getting impatient. Well, then, I guess we'll have to exercise first."

Schera picked up her scythe that she had leaned against the wall. Other than the soldier who cooked, everyone took their weapons.

"B-wrongs! Try-to-go!?"

"You think you can win by that amount!?"

"If you don't want to die, drop your gun!"

From the mouths of the mercenaries came out words of intimidation. They were waiting for a signal from Evjen, but they had already surrounded the cavalry without waiting. They were already itching for battle, they were people from the bandit hordes. They wouldn't wait for something like instructions from a noble.

"Letkol?"

"Kill anyone who holds a gun. Consider the unarmed as civilians. Today, the city is within the Kingdom. If we make a mistake, it'll be bad for us, right?"

"Understand!"

"–86!"

With that signal, the soldiers stormed the mercenaries. Schera threw a small scythe and killed two people. Around the campfire there was a tragedy. It was impossible for a group of low-class mercenaries to win against the cavalry members who had undergone different training and higher morale. The number of mercenaries decreased very quickly.

"W-Woi's. Should we fight them too?"

"Wait. Throw sword. Don't try to fight. You're gonna get killed."

The man trembled in fear and threw out his sword, and warned the mercenaries beside him not to get involved.

"W-Why?"

".....Look at their flags. Black, white crow. I've seen that flag on the battlefield. That's bad news. It was the symbol of the God of Death. The Schera emblem. If you don't want to die, quickly throw away your sword!"

"W-I understand. Even though I don't really understand. I don't think your words are a lie."

Depressed by the man's authority, he threw out his sword, not understanding what he meant. He disagreed, but the surroundings of the campfire had already become a sea of blood. The soldiers stomped on the backs of the mercenaries whose breath was cut off and slaughtered them with spears. A girl who cannot be considered trivial is splitting a human while easily moving a sickle. The man could not understand what was going on.

Then, the last man was dropped, and his head was stepped on by the female officer. Accompanied by a breath, his head shattered, crushed like a tomato. The view was like a nightmare.

"Letkol. We're done. There are only two people there."

"good job. More importantly, is the soup okay? Am I being obscene."

Schera was full of worries seeing the pot. Something red was mixed in. The chef soldier started stirring it up, saying that there was no problem. He continued to cook in the middle of the battlefield. Perhaps as a result, an appetite-inducing fragrance began to fill the air.

"There's no problem. It was almost ripe, so I stuffed the tomatoes and added the spices. The pesdas taste will warm your body when you eat it."

"That sounds good. Maybe because it wants winter, lately it feels very cold. Let's enjoy it together. Food will be better if you eat rame-rame."

"It's almost time for Letda Katarina to return. I'll finish it before he gets back."

"Give that to you. I'd like to say hello to the remaining humans."

While swinging his scythe to remove the layer of blood attached, the character who played the role of the leader who caused this tragedy approached.

The two survivors could do nothing but stand petrified while trembling. Schera approached, until her scythe could reach the two men, and approached again until the point of death, and she smiled, displaying her white teeth, as her bloodstained palms caressed the cheeks of a mercenary.

That slippery feeling made the man feel Death.

"You guys, have made the right decision. You guys are so lucky you have to live your life happily from now on. It'll be a waste if you die."

“Hih, h–”

Schera stroked the man's cheek. A thick red color dyed his face. Mixed with that blood, there was a kind of piece of meat sticking to it. The guy doesn't want to know what it is.

"Fufu, I'm not gonna eat you guys anyway. There is some delicious soup. If you want, want to eat together?"

"–t-no, thanks."

"If you change your mind, just come. Tonight, we'll stay here. See you soon."

Schera put her hands away, and returned to the campfire in a good mood. The man was overcome with fear, and subconsciously looked at Schera's face. The mercenary next to him tried to resuscitate him, worried, but his words did not reach the man's ears.

An hour later.

Catherine came out of the feudal lord's residence.

The soup glittered pleasant. It's time to eat soon.

"Katarina, how did it go? Can you do it well."

"Ready man, he says it all. I used four people. He was quite stubborn, but in the end, he said, 'I'll say everything, so please forgive me.' He should have said that from the beginning, you stupid man."

Report Katarina with a smiling face. His entire body was covered in blood, and something unrecognizable stuck to him. Katarina herself doesn't seem to care. The cavalry members were also having a casual chat.

Schera wiped the dirt off Katarina's face using a towel, and then cleaned Katarina's armor. As Schera did that, Katarina muttered, 'sorry as much as it causes trouble.' At a time like this, he made a play move with something like usual. This time, his hand was not empty, there was an object in his hand. The objects clashed against each other, and he skillfully twisted them with his hands. It looked a lot like walnuts, Schera thought.

(TL note: Fix... As expected, letda maniac eyeball XD)

"Letda, even if you hold that thing, it won't make your stomach full. Just throw that thing away, I'll handle this."

Schera threw the two walnuts she had hidden at Katarina.

"–Eh, b-good! Wh-wh. I almost dropped it. Thanks very much!"

Embarrassed at almost dropping the walnut, he grabbed it and dropped the two objects he held to his side. The two things were dirty with the ground, so he stepped on them. I think he prefers gifts from his superior officers. He started twirling the fruit again. The walnut made a cracking sound.

"Come here, let's have dinner. We've been waiting for you. Regarding the report for Officer Staff Sidamo, we'll just say that we leave after we finish eating."

"Understand!"

Katarina saluted and approached the campfire with a small run.

"Let's eat. Smells delicious. I think the person who made it must be very skilled."

"I'm honored to receive your praise!"

As he praised the soldier, the soldier shouted, stood up and saluted. The soldiers around him immediately complained because he was too loud. They also throw pebbles.

In quick succession, soups, breads, and jerky were distributed, and everyone gave praise to the flag with the white crow. It's not something that someone started. It naturally became like this–because they felt like they would be given a blessing.

To where they were eating, hesitantly came the mercenary who threw out his sword earlier. When Schera gave her soup, she thanked him and started drinking the soup. In the large square scattered with corpses, the cavalry enjoyed their time happily.

–Report from Cavalry Schera.

Rebel forces will cross the Golbahar hill, aiming to attack Fort Cyrus.

Their numbers were 3,000 light infantry as front lines, and 5,000 as rear guards.

It was estimated that they would come in three days, in the morning when the fog was thick.

The surrounding feudal lords would join them and rebel.

Requesting secret documents for the conspiring feudal lords.

In addition, as for the two men, Evjen and Czeslaw, who had been identified as rebel forces, they had been tried.