The Girl Who Ate a Death God Chapter 35 Part 1
The Melancholy of the Red Bulls
――Six months after the fall of the newborn kingdom.
Veloce Gale, who was ordered by the Star Church to rule the neighborhood of the city Mirad, calling it a patrol, was visiting the Cyrus fort.
While being a woman, Veloce was tall and she possessed a strength which even men could not draw. Her specialty was swinging her Halberd without suffering at all under the weight. With red short hair, she could not be distinguished from a woman just by one glance. In trying to show off herself, she wore long red wings at the top of the helmet.
Wearing heavy silver armor on her body, her stately and dignified appearance was reminiscent of a mighty warrior from historic battles.
She was 24 years old and it was reputed that she had made numerous victories in battle in the previous Stellar Revolution.
Inheriting the valor of her grandfather and a ferocious disposition, the morale of the soldiers she led was also refined. Not knowing the person themselves, they gave her the odd name, ‘Red Bull’.
Currently, she was working on reconstruction work of the deserted surrounding area, and was so busy that sleep was cut short.
“Where is the Honorable Schera?”
“Her Honor is likely undertaking routine farm work. She is probably in the courtyard.”
Expressing thanks to the saluting guard, Veloce headed towards the potato field in the courtyard of Fort Cyrus.
Staff Officer Dima and a group of escorting soldiers went after her.
The battle has ended with the new kingdom, so the state of alertness in the fortress was not the best.
“Your Honor Schera seems to be working hard on your potato cultivation.”
The Staff Officer Dima muttered, lifting his glasses. His tone was emotionless, making it exceptionally difficult to understand what he was thinking.
There was a strong/close relationship, and a common understanding between Veroce and Schera. It was somehow interesting.
“Ah, I was told before that potatoes are grown here, and you can eat a delicious stew. I must absolutely try it.”
Schera’s authority was just within the fortress, but this area had become a potato field as far as one could see.
Insects and disease resistant, nutritional and fast growing Wales Potatoes (as said by Schera).
It seemed that the first harvest had ended and the potatoes were lined up on the dinner tables of the neighborhood’s inhabitants. The taste was different, but the potatoes were what caused a large decrease in those suffering from hunger.
Now what Schera was implementing was a breeding improvement for the Cyrus Potatoes. For this, Schera and her aide, Katarina, worked on dubious experiments night and day, in order to improve the poor reputation of the taste, and furthermore, raise the productivity.
“This is brilliant. It is far more productive than pouring energy into desperate power struggles.”
“…A little more, a little more ambition, and you will be able to sing yourself as champion of the continent.”
“Surely that is not the opinion of your Honor. Or, are you trying to convince her Honor Veloce?”
“…Veroce is a stubborn one. Stop asking questions to which you know the answer.”
“I’m very sorry.”
With a face of not thinking it was bad at all, Dima apologized. Scowling, Veloce continued walking.
She did not think that she had the characteristic of a hero at all. But, Schera was a female officer respected by Veloce.
At that point, she shook her head. It could be easily guessed what was not said.
Her goals were twofold. Destruction of the newborn kingdom, as well as eating delicious food. Now, those being fulfilled, they did not bother with making a bid in a power struggle.