Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 1

Rebirth. what a sweet word

How can I not wish for reincarnation because my current life is so difficult despite my efforts? But I didn’t want to.

The current life is also like this, but do you know how good it will take to be reincarnated? I would welcome it with open arms if the fancy settings in all kinds of novels were attached to it, but other than that, I was busy living in the present life.

But I was unlucky and reincarnated. And it was a fantasy world. I really don’t know what life is.

can you still I don’t know if it was God playing a prank or the grace of my parents who cared for my ugly child to the end, but I have no choice but to live my life again, no matter what it is.

however.

But damn everything else.

Eight years after I was born, the fact that the village was blown away by the invasion of the demon king is really crossing the line.

8 years.

A time to be reborn in a different world, build new bonds, and adapt to life.

It’s true that it’s a frighteningly long time, but for a child, it was a very short time. No matter how reincarnated I was, it took 4 years for me to clear my head and work properly.

“It’s so damn hard, really.”

And today is the 8th year and 12th day since I was born in this world. It’s the third day since our village almost disappeared…

“Your dog-like body is so damn weak.”

It was the second day since he started digging the grave with a shovel head whose handle had been burnt out in the place that used to be a blacksmith’s shop.

“The blisters are so painful!”

Valley water that can be used as drinking water flows, and there are leftover potatoes in the village granary, so it was not a problem to eat and drink right away, but the child’s body was inevitably too weak.

If I had learned that magic exists like a fantasy world, it would have been easier to dig the ground, but the village I lived in was a rural area, so I couldn’t learn such valuable things. At least three years ago, a magician had visited by chance, so I even imitated all kinds of fawning and pretended to feel magic, but I couldn’t use magic with that.

When he came back four years later, he said that he would teach me magic when it was confirmed that I had worked hard. Since wizards don’t lie, wouldn’t they have been able to at least use digging magic even if the demon king’s army attacked a year later?

But what can I do? It’s still 3 years now.

An extremely fantasy-like act of strengthening the body by moving the mana that felt fortunate during misfortune was possible. I was engrossed in the fantasy-like experience that can only be expressed in words that it is really amazing, and I practiced continuously for 3 years. He could run at a speed that an 8-year-old could never achieve, and from moment to moment, he could wield a heavy long sword at a speed close to that of an ordinary adult.

But apart from that, an untrained body has its limits. The blisters on my palms were proof of that, and the proof was that I had to feel pain that I couldn’t think of as muscle pain when I ran fast. Thanks to that, I dug the ground trusting only my pure body and the shovel head. In the end, it took two days to dig all the graves of my parents.

“Still, I worked hard for an 8-year-old.”

Even though the body was 8 years old, the head was looking at the age of 30 including the previous life, so I couldn’t help but know what it meant that my father, who left the hiding place to bring my mother, didn’t come back after one night, and I came down early in the morning with a fucking heart on the outskirts of the village. I was able to find my parents who had collapsed.

I really cried sadly even when I saw it. I was so exhausted from crying that I passed out. It’s the third day, and that’s why it took two days to dig the grave.

“Tomorrow, I’ll be able to piece together the rest of the fence and complete the tombstone.”

He lived as a hunter now, but his parents said he had settled down after traveling the continent while working as an adventurer.

Is that why? Both of them died, holding in one hand a sword coated with unknown blood. It’s embarrassing to say that it’s fortunate, but it doesn’t seem that he was seriously hurt seeing that his heart was pierced neatly without being swept away by the fire or damaging his body.

The death of my previous life was like that.

“It’s been a while since I’ve thought about it, and I’m angry.”

I was exhausted just by digging the grave by noon, tearing up the unburnt sack in the cellar and carrying the body of my parents. Even if I tried to use magic to strengthen my physical strength and move it, it was obvious that I would collapse without even lifting a finger.

It was a great relief that the decay hadn’t happened yet, as autumn was in full swing and winter was just around the corner.

“Huh. Fortunately, damn it.”

How can an 8-year-old survive the winter alone? The hiding place was nothing more than a small crypt my father used for meat storage during the winter. If it was later, there would have been a little stock of food for the winter there, but now it is empty. Even if you scrape together the burnt food in the food warehouse, you can’t survive a week.

It’s just like this with the obsession that you have to do your child’s duty right away, and there’s nothing fortunate or leisurely about it.

“I thought it was a fantasy, but I ended up filming a survival in a different world.”

The sunset was setting. Usually around this time, it was the time when I would arrive home with my father, smelling the stew my mother had cooked. After he was 6 years old, he followed his father, asking questions about hunting skills and herbal knowledge he had learned during his adventures. It was nice to go to the village chief’s house and read books, but the process of just learning knowledge for life without college or employment was leisurely and full of pleasure that I hadn’t felt in my entire life.

Tears flowed spontaneously at the fact that those happy days had flown by like a lie.

It was really pure happiness. To the point where I should feel relieved that I was not a child, so I fully enjoyed and enjoyed that happiness.

“Ha… let’s go back.”

It is fortunate that the water in the valley is fine, so there is no need to worry about drinking water. Otherwise, you will die of dehydration while crying.

It was clear that it would be dark by the time I picked out the potatoes for dinner and brought them to the hideout. With nothing to light a fire, there was no time to rest. If you don’t quickly go back to the crypt, put on the clothes you’ve gathered, and raise your body temperature, you’ll get filthy cold.

As I tried to stand up, I felt a slight vibration through my buttocks.

I had never heard it in person in my previous life, but it sounded familiar in the present life.

The sound of horses hooves hitting the ground and the sound of horses galloping.

“Fuck.”

I get goosebumps. It was the most terrifying sound ever. As naturally as possible, I took out the longsword I had given my parents and put it beside me and turned my head slightly to look at the source of the sound. At the entrance of the village, there was a group standing with their backs to the sunset.

You can tell from the silhouette alone that this is not a normal army. Even the mercenaries didn’t even have a flag to announce their affiliation. First of all, there weren’t too many of them.

“Fuck the dog.”

It is thief. I don’t know if he saw the village burnt down or the traces of the Demon King’s army, but it was clear that he had come to see if there was anything to salvage.

If you run away to the mountain now, you will be able to live without any harm.

But then, the chews will be brushed up not only the sword that they have held to our parents.

Even if my whole body is torn to death today, I cannot stand by.

They started coming up the hill where I was.

The place where I am is the place that used to be a small pantheon of gods located on a hill in the village. It didn’t make any sense. I just thought that since my parents were religious, it was right to bury them here.

The number is 7 people. The guys who came close to me soon got off their horses and looked around and were approaching me. At least one of them looked like a woman from her body, but she was half-forcibly dragged on a metal leash, as if she were a slave.

Armor is poor. None of them wore helmets, and the best equipped ones were the breastplate, greaves, and gauntlets of the guy walking in the lead. He’s the only one with a sword. The rest were holding only daggers or axes, and no weapons such as bows were seen. no. To be precise, I had a bow, but I left it on my horse and took it down.

I feel the blood draining from my limbs with tension. what do i have 8 year old appearance. The knife my parents were holding. stones around.

And… horsepower. Magical power that can strengthen the body. Magical power that has not been used and stored for three days.

“Hey. Kid.”

A man who looked like a captain, who had walked a little faster than the crowd in front of me, called me. It was unkempt and had messy hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed for days, but there were no scars on her face.

“Who, who are you?”

With a pitiful expression on his face, he hugged the knife tightly as if it were a keepsake from his parents and trembled as he asked. Deep inside, I wished that he would just check the situation and go back because he was just an adventurer, but the possibility seemed slim.

It’s unlikely that a weirdo who gets nervous over an 8-year-old child is common, but now that my life is at stake, I have no choice but to do my best in acting. At my question, the man smiles and approaches me.

“Hehe. I don’t know anything about that shit. Give me that knife.”

“This, this belongs to my parents.”

Turning the body to the side, I grabbed the handle of the sword, pretending that the sword was flowing down under the weight. Then he frowned and yelled at me, bending down to his waist.

I aimed at it.

He swung his sword, exploding the magic spread throughout his body.

“If you don’t want to be fooled, right now… ok?”

Mastery of swordsmanship? I don’t know if he has knowledge, but his hobby in his previous life was martial arts. When I was in school, there was a time when I was completely engrossed in kendo and thought I might become a master.

With enough strength, there is enough skill to aim for the neck and perform a horizontal slash. And I had the power of magic.

“Coup. This, Moose…”

I’d give away the pressure of killing people. I was killed by a murderer in my previous life. I used my last strength to break my neck and kill him, but almost at the same time I was stabbed in the heart and died immobilized. It’s a body that already has a history of murder.

It was a reincarnation that started like that. But even that flew away.

I’m the one who can’t see anything now.

“Huh? Captain?”

It seems that the captain was right for the guy who collapsed with his head on the ground and jumped out of cognitive dissonance. As I pretend to be a lamb who doesn’t know anything again and tremble with anxiety, a guy jumps in with a face that doesn’t understand the situation and squats down next to him.

You should’ve paid attention to the blood on the knife I’m holding.

“Captain what…blood? cake?”

I took a step back, set up a gap, and swung my sword aiming at the guy’s neck. The downward slashing action cut the knife deep into the guy’s carotid artery as neatly as I could see. Surprised eyes look at me, but it’s already too late.

“Huh? Huh? What the fuck did you do!”

Only then did the rest of them come to their senses and look in my direction. But my acting isn’t over yet.

“I-I don’t know. Go, suddenly the sword…”

The eyes of the 4 thieves in shock and a slave with a strange expression fell on me.

“What?! Sir, isn’t that a demonic sword?”

Wow, I guess something like that really exists. It’s a cruel world.

I wondered what would happen if someone rushed in and tried to kill them, but they were struggling in fear.

“Why is it in this crazy corner!”

“Ha, but the demon king army passed by?! Didn’t they spill it?”

Damn what kind of idiot spills that? I was so dumbfounded that I almost let out all my smoke. Fuck.

sad thoughts. The life of my deceased parents… Oh god, I’m really sad. I can’t forgive the dogs.

“Hey, hey. Kid. Hey, give it here for now.”

At least one guy who seemed to have the courage started approaching me with a hesitant attitude. With one arm outstretched, he hesitated, hesitantly, he bent down at the waist and approached me while matching the height.

“Hey, this, this is my mother’s…”

“Mother’s daughter. I understand, so give it to me first! I’ll give it back to you later!”

Panting for breath, he approached as if he were about to hand over the sword with the handles he was holding in both hands. Maybe I’m a guy who’s never held a sword in my life, so I didn’t expect that I could wield a sword as it is.

He’s not that big. Would you like to be 160 cm tall? Arm length should be between 60 and 70 cm at most.

As soon as I got close enough to touch the pommel with my fingertips, I swung my sword as hard as I could towards his neck.

“Cuck!”

“Aaaaaang!”

“Ahh fuck Glenn!!”

“It’s a demonic sword! It’s a demonic sword!”

I still think my acting will continue.