The girl who ate the death god

Chapter 10: An Extravagant Meal is Considerably Delicious

When Schera led her troops back to Belta, they were met with cheers of joy from the castle soldiers.These were the cavalry unit members tasked with house-sitting, and they were eagerly awaiting the return of their superior officer.

"Thank you for the reception. I've returned. I pushed myself too hard, and I feel like I'm about to faint."

Schera jauntily crossed the bridge and entered the castle while holding the stalk in her mouth. After everyone had entered the castle, the drawbridge was once again raised for defense.

"Welcome back Major Schera! How were today's affairs?"

"We were hindered by a certain Lion. Their guard had become quite strict it seems, as one would expect."

She recalled the unit carrying the Flag of the Lion that had gotten in her way. That young man who had fired sharp arrows at her. As she prioritized deflecting arrows that would inflict fatal wounds, she was unable to deal with one arrow. Luckily, she was uninjured, and it was just her armor that broke. When she had thrown a small sickle that she carried on her as payback, it was just barely avoided. He had true strength, good intuition, and he also wasn't drawn into the ambush.
It appeared the Flag of the Lions was not for mere show. They were truly a troublesome enemy. She bit the stalk that had lost its taste in two, crushed it, and then swallowed.

"That is because Major Schera rampaged too much. Come, a meal has been prepared for you!"

Responded the soldier who raised his hand, directing her to the barracks.

"Thanks. Aah, before that: I have to get brand new armor. The shoulder part here is broken. You go first please."

"Major, I definitely think you ought to get that treated, how about it?"

The anxious cavalryman was worried about Schera. He was the soldier who had presented her the sweet plant at the raid earlier. When Schera remembered that, she grabbed a small pouch from her waist.

"I'm fine. There are no injuries to my body. That aside, thanks for the food earlier. Use this and eat something you like."

She took out a shiny gold coin. Forget a meal, one could eat as much as they liked for a week. At such excessive remuneration, the cavalryman was disturbed.

"U, under no circumstances. This is too much for me to take."

"If you have a complaint, then go together with other soldiers. Unused money is meaningless."

"But."

"Fine. If you so vehemently refuse, I'll throw it away."

"W, wait please!"

When she gestured to throw it, the cavalryman hastily held out both hands. She threw it, and the cavalryman grasped the gold coin.

"Thank you very much, Major Schera!"

"Nothing of it."

Giving the saluting soldier a backward glance, Schera hurried forward still atop her horse. She was so hungry that she was certain she would faint. No matter how much she ate and ate, her stomach would become empty again before long. Despite that, she did not gain weight. Just where did all the nutrition she ate go?
Schera didn't know. When this did start happening? Maybe after that time when she ate that grim reaper thing? This was probably her just-desserts for giving in to her greed that one time. However, Schera thought this was more preferable to those times when she felt like she would die of starvation. She may not be able to savor the feeling of a full stomach, but she could abate the feeling of hunger.
Schera, presently, was very satisfied. She had become renown before she knew it, her stomach was a little more full, and she could have a meal together with her comrades. With just those, Schera was content. Other matters were unimportant.