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

Olivia and the rest of the platoon arrived at Fort Sharna, which leads to the holy city of Elsphere, at dusk, where beautiful gradients of cedar and flock blue play.

Less than two weeks had actually passed since the departure of the Gallia Fortress.

"Is this Fort Sharna..."

You've finally arrived.

Claudia looks up at the fort as she nods at Olivia's words. On the walls of the small but heavily built fort, the crest flag of the Shinto Mekia is raised at equal intervals.

Claudia, who quickly gave Olivia's name to the guard in front of the gate, widened the invitation officially sent by Sofitea to show it.

"Farnest Kingdom, Dear Olivia, you're on the line. I've been waiting for you."

The guard immediately responded with the most salutation, with a stretched voice, "Hiraki!" and order the door to be opened.

As the gate slowly slides to the left and right, which seems to have been made of black ore along with the noise of the gear clattering in time, the figure of one man who seems to have picked him up entered his sight.

It features embroidered silver wings on the sleeves of military uniforms based on white and thin purple. I could see from the quality of the fabric that he was a high-ranking soldier. And as Claudia expected, when a man names himself Valencian senior Hundred Sho, who keeps Fort Sharna, he explains his plans for the future while luring the platoon into the fort.

"─ That's it. I ran a missionary to the Holy City of Elsphere earlier, so I think we'll have a pick-up envoy tomorrow. Until then, it will be painful, but stay here today."

"Thank you for your time, I'm afraid."

Valencia waved to Claudia, thanking her, to show her.

"There is no such thing! I have been telling you straight away that there is no coarser phase than my Lord. If you have any inconvenience, please call me as soon as you can. You can ask them to take care of you."

That's what the commander turned to. Front entrance ahead. Maids standing flat on both sides of the road leading to the door bow their heads. Probably summoned suddenly. Several servants had their shoulders up and down into small pieces.

Claudia thanked Valencia on top of each other and went to the prepared room.

"I don't know if it suits your mouth, but don't hesitate to eat it"

Valencia, who set up a dinner table in front of a dish arranged narrowly, says sorry.

(Everything that fits my mouth, isn't this just first-class dishes I've got...)

Ashton thought so, staring at the food in front of him. Whatever you think, it's like eating from time to time, that's all the kind of stuff that upstream aristocracy would say if it were a kingdom. No matter how rich the kingdom of Mekia is, it's just hard to think that you're eating this kind of meal from time to time.

Even if he's the commander who keeps the fort.

(Probably, or definitely something prepared for Olivia)

It is obvious that it is Sofitea's instructions and he has been quick and successful in grasping Olivia's stomach. I have no doubt because Olivia seems to be moving the knife and fork at odd speeds.

It is now unclear whether Sofitea had invited Olivia to her country for whatever reason, but so far Ashton was not concerned because she felt things were going according to her thoughts.

"─ I can't help thinking about it now. It's because of the food. Indulge."

Claudia, sitting next to Ashton, has spoken in a whisper without seeing this one. When I wrap my tongue around Claudia's heart that she's reading it again,

"What you're thinking is easy on the outside face. You'd better wear the art of hiding your heart a little more."

Claudia carries a bird's vanilla grill to her mouth while saying so. In a sense, despite the enemy land, I even felt spare on my neat face.

"Yes, no, it's very bold to eat."

Valencia, with a drawn grin, lightly slaps her hands and offers the maids to carry additional dishes. I guess Olivia's information with an abyss stomach is also passed on to Valencia, based on the way additional dishes are served one after the other without so much time. But it didn't seem to pass on to the maids, who watched Olivia's health and made her eyes black and white all the time.

Ellis, meanwhile, sitting face-to-face with Ashton, is tongue-in-cheek at the dish with her eyes shining. Neighbor Evansin had a similar reaction.

"Ha... yummy. If I'd stayed with the city guards, I'd have ended my life without saying such delicious dishes."

"I agree with your sister."

"Isn't it? That and all this is my beloved war maiden. Thanks to your sister, Olivia."

With that being said, Ellis points her flimsy thermal gaze at Olivia. Seeing how it was, Evansin lowered his voice a step lower with a rugged face.

"─ Sister, stop making me sick here. Luke, my brother tells me you're tough, right?

"Ugh. By and large, Olivia, what's so sick about glorifying your sister? In response, even my brother, who divided the blood..."

Ellis, who placed the knife and fork, slowly began to stroke her left sleeve with a gruesome grin.

"Sister, stop stroking the hidden knife you're planting on your sleeve, even with a joke. If they find us, they're not fooling around here either. Besides, I'm gonna be your sister's superior officer for once?

I tend to forget about listening to the two conversations, but surely Evansin is of a higher rank than Ellis. Class is everything in the military, even if it's my brother. Ashton is now a major, too. Whether you don't want it or not, you are in a position to follow many of your men. Though Ellis should be treated like a superior officer.

(I don't think I use respect for Olivia either.)

Noticing Ashton's gaze, Olivia tilts her little neck cutely with sauce all over her mouth. Ashton has carried out his orders to discipline since Olivia told him no respects on the way to Fort Lamburg recapture.

Or the truth is that we avoid using reverence with that as a big name. Apart from the public seats, bug spit runs on my back just thinking I would use reverence from time to time.

At first it was Claudia who had complained about every incident, but now she is silent. Sometimes Olivia has publicly stated that she has no problem at all, but Ashton interprets it at will that it has only been good or bad.

Ellis chuckled with her hunch and nose, pointing her cold eyes at Evansin.

"So what? Listen carefully to the hole in your ear because this is a good opportunity. My sister's relationship with my brother is much heavier than that of my superiors and subordinates. So there's no need to be respectful to you, no fine dust."

"Such an unscrupulous..."

Evansin has turned his eyes to Ashton like he asked for help.

"This salad is delicious. Yeah......"

Ashton pretended to be only an unheard body while carrying a brightly colored salad into his mouth. If you badly shelter Evansin here, that's what makes the mad dog (Ellis) strip his fangs here. Even Gyre, where Ellis and the horse fit in, would treat it well, but this time he's not here in the residual group.

Olivia will solve the problem as soon as possible, but as far as the knife and fork are still dancing and dancing, it will be futile to expect.

(So this is the best solution)

Ashton chews the salad indifferently as he puts an apology in his heart for Evansin, who still turns a soggy eye. Evansin, the man who can read the air, starts to cut the cursory meat in front of him when he exhales a lot more.

"I'm relieved you seem to like the food in our country"

Valencia, who nodded satisfactorily, was moderately soothing the place when she then waved untouched stories such as the specialties of the Shinto Mekia.

Bad eating olivia that even devours the dishes.

Color Bokeeris staring at Olivia with a glowing look.

Hard evansin to zero sighs over and over.

Night fork Claudia moving a pale knife and fork.

(Are you sure you're okay with this?

About myself was Ashton, who raised it to the shelf and zeroed his sigh in his heart.