The Girl Who Eats the God of Death

Chapter 04 - Bright Red Meat Pie Cake, Delicious Taste

Taking into account the history of the Mundo Novo Continent, it might be appropriate to say so if not all stories were produced in future descendants regarding this period of time. Starting from the battle with the demons that had suddenly appeared in the Arte City Labyrinth, there was a split from the Star Church, the formation of the Royal Capital Liberation Army, the Royal Civil War, the, and then this battle that leads to a great war.

Many heroes will appear, epic heroic acts as many stars in the sky will be abandoned, and then it will all be passed down from generation to generation.

Of all those stories, one of the most popular for people in the New Kingdom is about Altura Yuze Unicafe, the young princess who spearheads the Liberation Army.

Replacing her estranged father after losing a sustained war, she is a dearest character who rises up in favor of a suffering, depressed and unhappy citizen. In the end, she was a woman who brought down an incompetent king, founded the New Yuze Kingdom, and was appointed as the first generation Queen. In her life story, she is a woman with honest actions and words, a woman who fascinates many with her behavior, and a woman who has a lot of charm.

The second position in terms of popularity is likely the story of the Second Prince of the Empire, Alan, who after the Liberation War became Altura's husband. It was a love story of the relationship between a man and a woman from a hostile country, and although it was a lot of exaggerated mix, it spawned a lot of narratives. It was highly rated from a military point of view, and in the battles he participated in it was considered that he had amazing leadership exhibitions. The story goes that in the history of the Yuze Kingdom he did everything he could to negotiate with his home country, the Empire, and he continued to advise harmoniously from beside the Queen.

In addition to those characters, many other characters are mentioned: there is Fynn, the man who left his town and began to tread the path of a hero, Deiner the tactician who led the Liberation Army to victory, and Behrouz the Invincible General.

In the shadow of the magnificent triumph of the victors, there is a history of the vanished as well.

In the role of the criminals, the ones who most often appear are likely the veteran army general, Sharov, Yalder's confidant, and his loyal follower, Sidamo. David the upper nobleman and Farzam the chief minister are also recorded.

Of course, these actions were greatly disturbed at the time of grace, and they had the unsung role of being thoroughly destroyed by the Liberation Army.

In all these perverse acts, or rather biographies, there is one striking character that is different from the others.

—[God of Death, Schera Zade] in the fragile army of the Kingdom, she was a female officer who shed the most blood from the Royal Capital Liberation Army. He took the surname "Zade" at some time in the middle, and details of its origins are entirely unknown. He is a mysterious character whose age is unknown. The girl's first name appeared on stage at the Battle of Alucia. It was the first battle between the large-scale forces of the Kingdom and the Royal Capital Liberation Army.

The Royal Army consisted of 80,000, and the Royal Capital Liberation Army consisted of 40,000.

It was a battle that the Kingdom would win, that was what they believed. No royal executive doubts that.

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Deserter's House, Northern Forest, Antigua Branch Castle.

The middle Voleur is completely overwhelmed in the face of a girl who is quite young which with that age deserves to be her own daughter. The puncture supported by her weight directed quickly at the girl had been brushed aside easily. This girl's attack had a pressure that almost made her drop her spear by accident. Voleur changed his mindset, and increased the sharpness of his attacks.

Puncture. Freestanding. Swings.

He attacked with every method of attack he had, but he could not produce a single wound. Schera moved leisurely and simply brushed off the attacks that should have been unavoidable using his large scythe. And then, Schera started grinning like a fool.

It's like she's waiting for Valeur to run out of all his stamina.

It's been a few minutes, or maybe a few tens of minutes. With sweat flowing from his cheeks, it was the moment when Voleur's breath finally became dull.

"If so, now is my turn to attack."

"—–Ha- Ha-"

"Pastiin can pull over like I did."

Schera started his attack just as Voleur had done to him before. The burly Voleur was unable to dodge as he wished, and the hard blade protruding from the handle of the huge scythe pierced through his armor. His steel armor that could even reflect arrows was destroyed easily. It was unreasonable to try to brush off that scythe slash using his huge spear.

The question is, what is the sickle made of....

For now, each of the attacks had that much power. Both of his hands were numb, his knees were trembling. He had bleeding, and his stamina was starting to drain.

"Kuh-h! B*ngs*t, what kind of person are you? You can't just be a regular soldier."

"Scheros."

Schera twisted her scythe as she grinned and replied.

"If I let you live, you'd be a disaster for the Liberation Army. Right here, I really have to kill you."

"Seriously little napa."

"Anj**g fucking-!!"

He lowered his waist, Voleur pierced with all his strength. The attack was at a speed that could not be followed by the audience around him. It was a perfect attack coupled with an incredible fighting spirit.

It was a very impressive attack.

"—Ti-No way."

"Ups, I think it's very slow. If so, I'll cut off your head."

The attack with all its might seemed to be piercing through Schera.

The spear that was stuck collided with each other with his scythe, and its tip was forced to turn towards the ground. Instantly, Voleur let out a surprised cry, the curved blade was like a slithering snake, and Voleur's neck was cut off easily.

"Colonel Voleur—"

"Colonel has..."

The members of the Intelligence Corps were at a loss for words. The defectors could only see the scene before their eyes in astonishment without being able to do anything about it.

"With this man's head, I think I can eat delicious food again. It's well worth coming all the way here with these dogs."

Schera smiled cheerfully as she casually grabbed the head that had a regretful expression. One of the Intelligence Corps members thought to put an end to that recklessness.

—Then...

"Yahoooooooo!!!"

"Can't you block the road?"

"My eyes, Makuuuuuuuuu-uu-!!!!"

Without any preliminary movement, a small scythe used to mow the grass hidden on his waist, was thrown on the face of the Intelligence Corps member. The tip of the small scythe with a sharp blade stuck viciously into the eye hole of the Intelligence Corps member.

After he wriggled in pain and rolled around carelessly,

"Whispering," and an attack using the large scythe's handle was directed at the man's miserable head, and the man could no longer let out a shout.

The remaining members of the Intelligence Corps were filled with terrifying terror, and they began to tremble. Approaching them before their eyes was an existence that was the embodiment of the God of Death. In the eyes of these people, they saw Schera not as a girl, but only as a shadow of Death, and there was no way they could win against the God of Death. The only way available to these conquered people is to pray.

"Hmmm, I wonder if I should go treasure hunting. I've come all the way here, bringing back just one head is boring."

Leaving the weak men standing glued, Schera entered the reot house with a scythe on his shoulders. After a moment, the voice of a fierce struggle sounded from within, and after extremely cruel screams were heard, now the bloodied Schera came out while being in a good mood.

While filling his cheeks with red meat pie.

"I pinjem nih binoculars because it looks quite useful. The owner of this binoculars was no longer able to use it, so he didn't mind."

It was a magic equipment, binoculars, used by the Intelligence Corps right before this. This was clearly not something good to give up.

—But.

"......Am-Puni us."

"Oh yes. I wonder what I should do."

"B-Bring them with you. We don't mind. So, so, don't kill us. Please please. A-Ampuni us."

This member of the Intelligence Corps, who would not open his mouth despite the torture, had felt a great fear from the bottom of his heart. The great fear of watching one's soul be snatched right before his eyes. It was so scary and unbearable.

"In exchange for this meat pie, I will spare you. You may have used luck worth your whole life. Like you guys now, take care of yourself okay?"

Schera whispered softly in a soft voice with a disdainful laugh at the trembling ears of the Intelligence Corps members.

As the luggage increased, "isn't there something I can use?" schera thought as she started to look around. When he heard a neigh from behind the little house, he found a nice dark horse.

At the sudden sighting of someone, the horse neighed loudly and retreated, but when Schera looked at the horse with her eyes squinted, the horse stopped struggling as if it had been struck by lightning.

"From now on, I'll use you. Let's advance to the battlefield together."

As Schera gently stroked the stallion, the horse lowered its head in front of Schera, as if it had completely bowed itself to Schera. With a few pats and a calming "relaxed relaxed" action he deftly leapt up his back and held onto his harness. His performance that could easily win the big horse proved that he was an expert.

"Wait Schera. What, what should we do?"

The leader of the defector Platoon hurriedly asked Schera who was about to leave. If left in this place, they would likely be considered as the one in charge of the colonel who had lost his head.

Despite saying that, they could not simply return to the Antigua Branch Castle. There is only one penalty that will be given to the defectors, namely the death penalty.

"Bodo very much you want to stay or come back. Isn't it okay to choose whichever one you like? Choosing is the only happiness left to you."

"N-I can't be."

"Should I end it for you? A gift for having gone here."

"H-hii-i!"

When he pointed his scythe at the Platoon Leader, his legs trembled. Maybe the Platoon Leader's situation is very funny, Schera laughed. He gently stuffed the half-eaten meat pie into his waist pocket and cleaned his hands. Dry blood covered his hands. Or not just his hands, but even his entire body, yet Schera was unaware of it at this moment.

"If so, goodbye. If fate wills, see you next time."

With a light wave of his hand, he stomped the horse's belly, and they began to slide rapidly. In his hands was the head of the Voleur, and on his back was his great scythe.

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Interrogation Room, Antigua Branch Castle.

Schera, who had slid off with his horse and returned home, was prominently spotted by scouts, tied up, and interrogated. Moreover, because the one in his hands seemed to be the head of the enemy commander.

".....So, you accompanied the defectors, decapitated the head of the enemy commander, who happened to be there, took his horse, and then went home. Is that what you said?"

"Exactly. I've said it many times before, right."

"What a nonsensical story. Who would want to believe it?..is what I want to say, but the head of the enemy commander is indeed genuine. Affiliated with the Imperial army, Voleur the spearmanship instructor, was beyond doubt."

"Kalo that. Isn't this good enough? I'm tired and laper. I guess, isn't it time to let me go?"

After stretching his hand and yawning hard, Schera grabbed his waist pouch and took out his half-living meat pie.

That bright red meat pie was his war gift. The strong and delicious aroma mixed into one another. He opened his mouth wide and was about to bite him, but he was blocked, and the pie was tragically and violently snatched away.

Schera's expression instantly changed.

"You're in the middle of an interrogation. Eating problems can wait until—–!?"

"—Woi. If you don't want your head chopped off, cepet balikin pie meat got me-! I don't want to repeat my words, okay? Cpt gpl-!!"

Schera stretched out her right hand and tightened her grip on the neck of the military policeman. It was just a small hand, but the military police began to hear a disgusting crack. Schera's facial expression became cruel like that of a starving beast.

"Guh, tu-wait-, a-ak-I can return, to-please, let go"

The military police officer who had assumed that he would be killed at this rate, released and dropped the meat pie he had snatched in front of Schera's eyes.

".....Can you not bother me to eat? Thanks." Thanks."

Schera's dangerous appearance soon disappeared, and she was in a good mood while stuffing her mouth with the meat pie.

Schera's dangerous appearance soon disappeared, and she was in a good mood while stuffing her mouth with the meat pie.

The military police coughed loudly *Goho Goho*, looking at the door behind him. He sent a gaze that said "please give me a break," at the man observing from behind the observation window.

The one who observed it was the man with the title of Third Army Officer Chief of Staff. He is Sidamo Arte. With the in-depth *****, he opens the door to the interrogation room and enters.

Sidamo was having trouble over the increasing number of defectors. He seemed to know that there was a traitor in their midst, but he never expected that he had completely ignored the gatekeeper. That's an unimaginable thing. Thanks to Schera's testimony, the gatekeeper's secret actions were uncovered, and he was immediately arrested and executed.

He thought that it would only end there, but then he was surprised by the head that the girl brought home.

Undoubtedly, it was the man who served as the bodyguard for the royal family at the memorial ceremonies once held in the three countries.

Sidamo has a memory of him because Sidamo had attended and had been a security officer on the Kingdom side.

From the looks of it, Voleur was a loyal warrior-type person, and even if Sidamo was wrong, he was not an opponent that a young girl could face. However, in reality, Voleur who had actually developed on the battlefield, found his head cut off from his body.

—In other words, this girl, Schera, is someone stronger than Voleur.

Stupid, but this is the truth. He can only admit it.

".....You're Second Lieutenant While Schera? Attacks on military police are a serious crime. Be careful and act appropriately."

"Good sir-. Please forgive my impoliteness."

"And also, stop talking while eating. It was a blasphemy against a higher officer."

".......Okay sir-!"

Schera forcibly swallowed the meat pie, stood up from her chair, and saluted. At that action, Sidamo further furrowed his brows. In the end, was his judgment right, or wrong? He slowly lost faith in himself.

"First of all, for the discovery of the traitors. Nice work. The increase in the number of defectors has given me a headache."

"Thank you sir!"

"Because of that achievement, the title 'Temporary' will be revoked from you. With that, you will equally have the title of Second Lieutenant."

"Thank you very much!"

"Then, for the execution of the enemy commander Voleur. Honorable Yalder will also be pleased. But since he was busy with his current job of preparing for an assault, he couldn't give you a bigger reward."

"............."

"Therefore, by my own power, for the current military operation as far as you follow, I recommend you for a special-duty unit. However, you will be removed from your current command of the platoon and put into another army. If you get a bigger achievement, I can guarantee that you can get a further promotion. How, do you want to take it? Of course, this is not a necessity."

"Alright sir-, Second Lieutenant Schera, be ready!"

He immediately replied without any hesitation.

".....Goody. Details will be provided later, and instructions will be given at the same time. For now, rest. You can go!"

"86! Please withdraw!"

After paying his respects, Schera left, closing the door.

Right after Schera left the interrogation room. "Ahh, I'm not used to talking to that cake. Tired of it." He let out a grievance that was said in a very loud voice, and of course, it reached Sidamo's ears. "Bodo ah, the important thing is to eat first." Sidamo could also hear that clearly.

"I think my judgment was wrong. ...You, what do you think?"

"Sir Sidamo, I think your assessment and affirmation is correct. The girl was most likely, no, no one else, she was a monster."

"......Is that so."

Seeing the military policeman whose life was saved and seemed relieved from the bottom of his heart, Sidamo folded his arms and pondered for a while.