Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

─ ─ Army headquarters in the south of the Kingdom, the Gallia Fortress.

Fortress Gallia is on the central front after the fall of Fortress Keel. It is a fortress that was rapidly put in huge military costs and was built with additions.

The capacity is approximately 100,000 people. It is the largest in the kingdom.

Command Office at its Gallia Fortress.

Sitting on an executive desk made of sandalwood is Lieutenant General Paul, who is sixty years old. He is the Commander-in-Chief of the Seventh Army, headed by a total of 40,000 soldiers.

Paul was asking for the deputy's report, even deep in his total leather chair.

"- Your Excellency. According to information on the early horses who have just arrived in the morning, His Majesty has decided to recapture the fortress of Keel. Looks like they've decided to march the First Army to defend the King's capital."

"Hmm. If I had taken that English break a year ago, the situation would have turned out differently today. Within this siege at the earliest, it doesn't make much sense strategically. In the first place, how many elite First Armies have been moved, it is unlikely that they will win…"

When Paul sighs, he takes the cigar out of his chest pocket and lights it. Even high-ranking officers are now difficult to obtain.

Paul shuts up and puts another cigar on the desk, but the deputy raises his hand gently to solidify. For Paul, Lieutenant Colonel Otto is a friend-like deputy who has been with him for twenty years.

He is a competent man, but his head is a little stiff and flawed on the balls.

"Your Majesty's profound thoughts are not where I find out. And His Majesty has sent you a direct message."

"It's just a matter of time... let me know"

"shall, if left to Lieutenant General Paul, guard the fortress of Gallia with immortality. Yes, it is."

"Hehe. Well, don't look so harsh. If this place is dropped, the kingdom is over. Your majesty knows that too, so he really wants to say it."

Paul is easily embarrassed by the smiling otto. While coughing several times, Otto replied.

"In any case, all we have to do is defend this Gallia fortress. That changes the story, Your Excellency. Do you know a man named Zamuel, an Imperial soldier?

"Zahmuel? That's the name I heard somewhere... yes, I remember. You're the one who took Major General Rants of the Fifth Army."

Paul says hatefully. Major General Rantz was a young man, twenty-seven years old, but both Zhiyong and I had been asked to have an excellent future.

However, in the Arschmitz match, Zamuel skewered him to death after a heavy fight. I have heard that he was condemned to death and exposed to the sight of Fortress Keel for three days and three nights.

Then a few days later. The Fifth Army, led by Lieutenant General Belmer, was vandalized in a struggle.

"Your Excellency is right. The Zahmuel has been taken."

"Wow! Were there still such fierce men in our army? Where does that belong?

"Huh. That's..."

So when he cuts the words, Otto makes his gaze wander like it's hard to say. Paul sighed, asking Otto.

"What the hell does it mean to tell a story from yourself? I don't mind. Just say so."

"... I'm sorry. As a matter of fact, it wasn't our soldiers who took it, it was the traveler girl."

"─ Hi. When I get older, they can hear my ears just getting farther away or even my fantasies. I'm sorry, can you tell me again?

When Paul says as he scratches the hole in his ear, Otto answers without changing one complexion.

"It was the traveler girl who picked up Zamuel."

"Right. Did Otto start making jokes? I hope it doesn't come by storm..."

That said, Paul turned his gaze out the window. The sky sometime has dark clouds standing in it. Might be out of line.

"My lord, unfortunately, I'm not kidding. The girl, along with the neck of numerous Imperial soldiers, brought the neck of Zamuel."

- A few days ago.

As Otto worked in the office, an emergency report was delivered by the guards guarding the main entrance. The girl has brought a large number of Imperial soldiers' necks.

What Otto saw in a rush was a girl who dyed her whole body bright red with blood. And there's one big, blood-stained hemp bag at your feet.

I checked the contents of the bag, and it did have a jammed neck with an imperial soldier's helmet on it. Ask the girl about the situation, she encounters an imperial soldier on Canary Street.

Says he got his sword pointed at him, so he gave it back. That alone is a surprising story, but even more surprising facts are discovered.

I took out all the necks to test them, and there was a mixture of Zamuel's necks in them.

"Are you sure you can't go wrong with Zamuel's neck, not a lie or a lie?

"Yes. I've seen him on the battlefield several times. It was definitely Zamuel with the alias" The Clash. "

"... that's a hard story to believe"

If this story isn't about a girl, and it means a boy, I still don't even understand it. The man, who was called a hero in the past, said that all in all, he had exercised his power since he was young.

Paul inhales the cigar deeply and slowly spits it out.

"I guess so. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't actually seen it with these eyes."

"So for what purpose did you come to this fortress? You looking for a bounty?

It would be a reasonable place for a reason. There are no human beings who don't want money. With that in mind, Paul asks, Otto gently shakes his neck to the side.

"No. As a volunteer for everything, they were going to hire me in Wang Du. He said he happened to find this fortress on his way to Wang Du. And before the Imperial soldier's neck rotted, he wanted to give it to me as a souvenir replacement."

"Ha, that's a lot of courage. Besides, he's a drunk who wants to volunteer for our army in this day and age... and I say girl from earlier, how old are you?

"When I asked him, he said he was fifteen."

To unexpected words, I almost accidentally dropped a cigar. When I say fifteen, I'm the same age as my own granddaughter.

Worldwide, I can tell you are old enough to be half-stepping into adults. But from Paul, he still hasn't left the realm of children.

When I turn my gaze to Otto to see if there's such a stupid story, he shuts up and shakes his neck to the side. No matter how many times I ask, the answer remains the same. Yes, it was written on my face.

"Ha... so, what's the girl doing now?

"I thought you were probably in the dining room right now. By the way, considering the offer and the fact that we brought the enemy's neck, we decided to welcome him with the Warrant Officer treatment."

Now it's time I dropped the cigar. I glance at Otto, but I don't mean to. Keep your serious face.

Thinking it was just too much, Paul opens his mouth to embarrass Otto.

"Deputy Otto. No matter how much our army says it's understaffed, all of a sudden it won't"

"Is it?

"I suppose so. It's great to have indeed butchered Zamuel. If you were a soldier at that time, it would be the Silver Lion Medal. But unfortunately not. Plus, welcoming girls who aren't even old enough..."

"My lord, if you'll excuse me, I don't think I can afford to be concerned about those last things right now. Girl or old girl, you should use it if you have the power to slaughter imperial soldiers. Well, I can't deny I have some catching up to do, but I have a pile of work to do, so if you'll excuse me."

Otto saluted quickly, turning back his heel and just leaving the command room. Paul picks up a cigar rolling on his desk and slowly turns to his mouth.

(Surely Otto is right, there is no room for our army. That's why I'm driving the girl to war, etc... unless I feel sorry for her)

The smoke spit out with the deep sigh was shaking loosely without force.