The Girl Who Ate a Death God Chapter 35 Part 3
Night Bird: Final part of this
side-story chapter. Again, some parts here are roughly edited. Send us a message if there are any issues you spot.
Fundamentally, Veloce was similar to her grandfather. She had a simple personality and was quick to recover from anything. Because she was the type to accidentally catch on fire, an excellent steward or chief of staff was essential.
Schera and Katarina thoroughly thrust her into warfare techniques so her natural abilities in that respect had a high level of refinement.
In one lecture, Katarina desperately trained, but it did not bear fruit unfortunately.
After her grandfather died in battle, Veloce received a life in this world. Her father tried to reaccumulate the remnants and rebuild the Kingdom, but the plan failed. He was restricted and his whereabouts were unknown. He was probably now no longer alive.
Her mother died of overwork. Veloce was young and all alone in the world.
After a while, Veloce was protected by Kelly Madoros, who had a close relationship with her grandfather. She left her hometown and was hidden in the distant area of Madoros.
Veloce, who was awarded money from the spoils of war from the newborn kingdom, was completely confined, not interacting with the outside world at all.
It was an open secret that Kelly was hiding the daughter of the House of Gale, yet the newborn kingdom did not act. Even when Madoros was away, they did not even want to look. It was limited to sending out a messenger.
It was there that Katarina and Schera, who had put themselves in the Star Church appeared.
While looking at Veloce and Schera running quickly to the cafeteria, Katarina murmured while being amazed.
Her complexion was bad, but the pink robe was dazzling. The walnuts grasped in her right hand made a dry sound when crushed.
“Veloce, ah no, your Honor Veloce was as usual.”
“I think she does not mind the abandonment of the titles.”
“Surely, that is not the case. The titles are a must.”
“Is that so? If so then, please do as you like.”
Dima asserted. He might be viewed as callous, but he was someone who could only talk like this.
Katarina was thinking of the nostalgic chief of staff.
“….that place, you look like your father, don’t you? His head was a hard one, but excellent.”
“I have not meet him before so having said that, I am troubled on how to react.”
“Your Honor may be troubled, but I am not troubled at all. So, there isn’t a problem.”
“Is that so?”
When Dima adjusted his glasses sullenly, Katarina also proudly raised her glasses.
The name of the youth was Dima Art, the nephew of the staff officer, Shidamo, who died in battle.
He was Shidamo’s older sister’s, Matari Art, second son. Katarina thought he seemed appropriate as Veloce’s staff officer and so pulled him out of the church headquarters.
As expected, he was totally appropriate. The unevenness in personalities actually matched completely. The match was such that it was not a master-slave relationship.
However, she concluded that she and Schera were best and resumed talking.
“Recently things seem weird with Veloce, so I was worried. Can we have a moment?“
“Were the titles not absolute?”
Dima took a jab at Katarina, who had suddenly dropped the courtesies.
“The person in question is not here so is it necessary to worry?”
“Is that so?”
“It is so.”
They both raised their glasses. One could not see their expressions.
“Veloce is concerned about that incident.”
There were a number of evils at work she did not know, Katarina was racking her brain over what it could possibly be.
“In the battle to capture Cyrus, taking credit for Schera’s warfare.”
The battle where the combined army of Wales and Madoros, led by Schera, had attacked Cyrus Fortress.
The empire, at the request of the Star Church, decided to dispatch the soldiers of the Wales area. Schera led the private army of the church.
Furthermore, she had been successful in appeasing Kelly, and incorporating Madoros’ military force, which was the planned attack site.
Veloce had brought warriorhood and leadership and was appointed as the leader of the capture strategy.
The fortress was called Shishi Masaru. Its general was the son of the liberation war’s hero, Finn. The hero, Finn Catefu, who was approaching age 60, had retired from the front lines, and his fortress was handed down to his son.
Though, it was not case that he was completely retired. He was doing some defense of the fortress together with this son. Mira, who was his wife and aide-de-camp, had left this world without seeing the battle of the newborn kingdom.
The granddaughter of Jalda of the lost nation and the son of Finn, the hero of the liberation war.
Both of them were to face each other unexpectedly, but their positions were inversely reversed.
The Star Church’s Union Army numbered 50,000. The garrison of the newborn kingdom was only 5000. The newborn kingdom’s troops had already been defeated in various places already, and they were trying to gather troops for battle in one last stand at the Kingdom of Blanca. The Cyrus Fortress was like the sacrificial stone in the game of Go, it needed to hold on for as long as possible.
In understanding this, Finn and his son volunteered for the defense of the fortress. If you hold on and lengthen the fight, there was a possibility that something would happen.
Although they had assembled at the command of the Star Church’s Pope, there were many nakedly ambitious princes.
In the battle for the initiative, he did not know whether they would just kill each other. That was a slight hope of an old hero like Finn.
“…Ahh, are you still worried about it? That bullhead?”
Katarina closed one eye and was recalling whether it was that time.
Surely, it was an incident which Schera was not worried about. But also, surely, Veloce would not be worried about it at all.
“I can recover fast, but this is still affecting me unexpectedly. Sometimes, I remember it and let out a deep sigh.”
Katarina sighed deeply, wondering why she had worried about such a thing.
24 year old female officer.
Red short hair, tall person, the person who swings the Halberd.
Type to accidentally catch on fire.
Favorite person is Schera.
“The Red Bull”
18 year-old chief-of-staff. Black hair and petite.
Entered the organization from childhood and undertook training.
Pulled out by Katarina to consult for Veloce.
The type who has a clean sword, is unathletic, intellectual type.
Nephew of Shidamo