Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 163

It’s not as good as the potion I received from the Empire last time, but seeing that the wound is clearly healing, Envelde’s potion must have been surprisingly good.

But apart from that, this experience was a bitter result in many ways, so I had no choice but to let out a deep sigh.

“Ha, I want a cigarette. Does he not smoke?”

I wasn’t joking, so I actually searched the desk, but unfortunately, all that came out was a case with a bottle and a glass.

It was as quiet as the night before the storm, and I couldn’t drink in a situation where I might have to chat again soon, so I finally sighed and waited for my body to heal.

physical ability? The horse is 15 years old, but I look like 18 years old to myself. In fact, I have grown to the point where I don’t need to be taller than this, and my muscles are solid. It’s close to what I accumulated while swinging my sword and running around, so I can proudly say that it’s a real-life compression.

fence? I can’t boast that I’m well versed in it, but honestly, I think it’s true that I’m not bad at it.

Just because this world has magic and auras, even fighting doesn’t mean fighting while attempting a phone attack like you would in a common cartoon. In the end, transcendentalists who transcend normal physical abilities are merely demonstrating human skills with their transcendental power.

It is said that the ability is leveled up, but the technology is similar.

Rather, for something subtly realistic and fantasy-like, it would be faster to refer to a cartoon I saw in my previous life. When I swing my sword in a specific situation, I barely squeeze the pommel and increase the range as much as possible to slash, or something like that.

“I’d rather not feel unfair if there was something like a fish sword in the world.”

Then, since the swordsmanship I have learned is mediocre, I should be able to achieve a mental victory saying that I am relatively weak.

Unfortunately, as far as I know, there is no such special swordsmanship in the world. Please, somewhere, I want to get some, but I don’t think there’s any.

In other words, the biggest reason why I was stabbed by Envelde was not a physical problem with swordsmanship.

experience. and come

In the end, the biggest cause was there.

It’s an experience… I understand something. And that somehow has a way. Auras, however, are an entirely different matter.

“I can’t have a near-death experience every time, and it’s embarrassing, really.”

The first time I crossed the gate, my senses were enlightened, and it is certain that my eyes were opened a little while fighting the demon. At least at that time, I can be sure that I couldn’t perform the feat of synchronizing my magical energy and throwing a sword like now. Ordinary Auror users also know that they have achieved unimaginable achievements.

However, it was a problem that he couldn’t overwhelm even one Envelde that jumped out after being scared by the demons.

It’s a very fucking serious problem because I’m not the only one dealing with humans and being incompetent. Aurors have predecessors, but my magic has no predecessors.

“Should I find a demonic master?”

I can’t live vaguely like I’ll grow up someday, so I have to find a way, but I can’t find an answer within my common sense and knowledge, so I feel like sweet potatoes are clogged up in my throat.

“For now… I’ll have to discuss it with Ashlie.”

In the end, there was nothing that flashed until the wound healed to some extent and there was no hindrance to movement. All that was there was the murmur that gradually came back from below and the rain that had stopped.

Even though I won better than when I pulled out the head of the demon, it’s just disastrous that I’m less than half satisfied.

“Yeah, how many times have you had your way in life?”

I got away from the desk I was leaning on in the mood of doing chores that had been put off, put Envelde’s sword hanging on the wall around my waist, put Gish’s sword back in, and approached Envelde’s corpse.

Nobles in the capital don’t have many enlisted men. There is no need to deliberately create an environment in which they can band together and commit treason, right?

I think the number of people I cut down after I entered the Envelde House was about 30, but the fact that there were people who could run away following Gish’s words either lied about the number of people hired or filled all the people for the management of the mansion with combat personnel. is a level story.

But still, it shouldn’t be as much as that murmur you can feel below.

“Then who are they?”

Could it be the kingdom army that hurriedly ran to sort out the situation? Or were they other nobles who took the opportunity and sent support to Envelde to earn even more points? Either way was good. Both of them were problems that had to be resolved in the end.

“If it’s the former, there will be people who give up fighting just by confirming Envelde’s death.”

It was kind of like cutting the throat of someone who was already dead, but it was necessary.

“I’m sorry about that.”

It was sincere.

Because there was no more grudge against Envelde, who had become kind.

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Even though the rain stopped, there was no change in the darkness in Lesrom’s chest.

Originally, he never let his inner thoughts out, but this time it was hard to endure without muttering in a very small whisper.

“Really… it’s crazy.”

When a person who declared himself to serve a dream suddenly came in, I was embarrassed to say that I was excited, wondering if something fun was about to happen. And indeed, something happened, but it was never fun. On the contrary, I could assure you that it was the worst.

‘I should have put a watch on it…’

Unfortunately, reality didn’t even give me a chance to relax like that. The moment he heard the story that Eldmia had broken into Envelde’s house alone, he took out the crystal ball for contact before he could doubt his ears.

thought was shallow. I thought it would follow the movement of this side because it thoroughly touched only the surroundings.

The royal family also foresaw that there was a possibility of paying the price if they did something wrong, but they thought that it would happen after all the work was finished.

Who would have thought that just because there was an assassination threat, the capital’s aristocrat, and even the count’s mansion, would be taken abruptly?

The problem was not one or two. The first problem is Envelde’s skill.

No matter how unrivaled talent Eldmia was, Enbelde was an aura expert who rolled and rolled on the battlefield for half her life. The fact that many knights and soldiers joined in his rebellion had something to do with that experience, and he was a person who was highly regarded at the time. No matter how many things happened in a short time, it was not easy to picture Eldmia defeating Envelde in Lesrom’s mind.

The second problem is the aftermath caused by the defeat or death of Eldmia.

The iron-blooded princess had already clearly stated her position. Although it did not have an official position and it was slightly creaked because of the gatekeeper who was too principled, the royal family officials firmly accepted that position.

But what if Eldmia dies? Since the treason was conspired anyway, Envelde’s self-defense, which was intended to be dealt with, cannot be defended.

The plate already laid was too big to say that he died while running wild. There is no way to prove resentment for sure, so whatever you say seems like an excuse. Just because the Empire didn’t pretend to listen, it would put them in a position where they couldn’t even claim that it was unfair.

“It’s only possible when the level of Seonmun Seonda that goes over like a serpent is similar…” The

third problem is if Eldmia really alone destroyed the Envelde mansion and killed him.

Since he had prepared a lot to deal with Envelde anyway, it wasn’t impossible to secure his safety and give his actions probabilities.

But it’s not even to the extent that it can be completely ignored. There will be a huge backlash, a movement claiming that he must be checked or sanctioned will grow, and many plans that were originally intended to be tried through Eldmia will be overturned or postponed.

“It’s like a bold friend.”

Eldmia must have calculated and moved the situation to some extent, if not perfectly.

The 15-year-old boy, who couldn’t believe it, always aimed precisely at the time when there was nothing wrong after moving.

“Your Excellency. The scout has returned.”

In order to rectify the whole situation as soon as possible, I turned my head to the knight who reported to the Duke of Lesrom, who was heading to the mansion with the enlisted men riding a horse without riding a carriage in the heavy rain. The skirmisher I ordered to come was running through the streets.

“Report! The Enbelde mansion is half destroyed to the main building! Other nobles’ enlisted men are guarding the front, and the number is about a hundred!”

The core report, which omitted the process of scouting soldiers who were clearly aware of the seriousness of the situation, was extremely satisfactory.

It was said that at least five traitors had rushed to lick the Kongo water with their privates. Of course, from Lesrom’s point of view, it wasn’t bean curd, but rat poison… but it wasn’t his business, since it was the other guys who wanted to eat it anyway.

“How is the situation inside the mansion?”

“There was no movement. But…”

Lesrom prayed, feeling that it had been a long time since he felt so anxious at the words following the conjunction.

Please, I hope both of you are still alive.

“I confirmed that a person who appears to be Eldmia Ega… is standing in the main building holding the supplies and wages of someone who is expected to be Count Voscha.”

Prayer was betrayed, but Lesrom had to spur as much as he could this time without any regrets.