Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 193

It wasn’t too difficult to tie up a frightened, trembling man, alone, and bring him back on a horse.

I thought he was so faithful to his faith, so I took off the mask and checked the inside of his mouth, but fortunately, there seemed to be no poison for suicide, so he was gagged with a piece of cloth that was properly torn so that he couldn’t bite his tongue.

I wanted to root the money bag from their corpses, but I couldn’t put fire on the plain to light up the darkness, and the flame that could be made with magic was a little more usable than a lighter, so I decided to just give up.

As I went back and forth with the guy who didn’t even resist as if he had gone crazy, the very nervous guys and Asilie greeted me in a bright color.

“I came and picked it up.”

Because he gave up the right to proper routing, he dropped the cultist behind him with a very sad face, and after arranging trivial matters, Carls, who accepted it as a calm response unique to a person who came, asked a question with a tired expression.

“Oh my God. Is that really what the reaction to killing 20 people is?”

“Not all. I think a few escaped.”

I was going to say that if they didn’t accidentally kill each other, maybe one or three of them escaped, but Asilie pointed to somewhere far away and couldn’t see well.

“I shot three of them as they came closer. They’re probably over there somewhere.”

“Ah, then everyone else is dead except for this one. I’m glad I caught them from a distance. I don’t like resting next to a dead body.”

Unlike Asilie, who simply nodded, Sen and the other guys’ expressions hardened. Suddenly scared.

“Yeah, but what happened to him that got him out of his mind?”

“It just stoked fear.”

For those living in modern times, directing in a variety of media may seem like a no-brainer because they are accustomed to it, but in places where such things are less developed, each and every trivial thing is a culture shock. Just because there are monsters and bandits all over the place, it doesn’t mean they are numb to fear.

The enemy was definitely alone, but the experience of people starting to disappear in all directions without a sense of distance would not have been a very pleasant experience.

“I worked hard for that, but I’m tired. Let’s start a little late today.”

“Muh, of course! You took care of everything by yourself, of course! When should I wake you up?”

“It’ll happen on its own.”

The effect was good, but it was a job that consumed more mana than I thought to create a new appearance while firing double acceleration. After properly arranging my sword by the light of a bonfire, I gave them directions on the treatment of cultists before entering the tent.

“Don’t force yourself to find out. Don’t kill them. You’re definitely a prisoner, so take care of them properly. Other than that, do it yourself.”

He was the one who was caught because he had no intention of solving it in a short period of time anyway. We’ll take care of that cultist issue after we’ve done all our business in Ogwen and they’re back in their yard. It was Merdela who carefully questioned my words.

“May I ask how good it is to be unreasonable?”

“Just don’t do anything related to physical violence. Even if you find out right away anyway, the cultist’s problem will come later. There’s no rush.”

Fortunately, the question ended with that one. I went into the tent and lay down, thankful that my clothes didn’t splatter too much blood.

Then Asilie, who came in very naturally, pulled out my left arm and lay down next to me to sleep.

“…is your sister going to sleep too?”

“There’s no reason to stay awake anyway since Eldi took care of everything. It’s not like they’ll run away. It’s not like they’ll be wiped out in an instant while we’re sleeping.”

“You’re very unreliable…”

“I saw you doing this and that while sharing roles for a while, but that’s enough to be evaluated as an adventurer.”

The standards for rating the adventurer’s guild are jagged.

It’s perfectly normal. People who are good at party play but can’t even catch ogres because of their limited skills, and people who have the ability to catch ogres while blowing their noses but have no know-how in one-on-one combat, so it’s difficult to determine who has the upper hand among people who are dangerous even if only 10 goblins swarm. Because it’s a futile thing. When dealing with multiple enemies, the standard is inevitably not uniform because the individual’s armed forces have to be divided into the same form as the exceptional enemy adventurer.

Of course, if you caught a real ogre that easily, you’d crush a goblin with just a punch.

In that sense, Asilier’s evaluation must be a reasonable and sober evaluation. If the party has been maintained for about ten years, that alone is enough. I’m sure you can enter a monster’s lair of a decent level with a smile and leave it devastated.

With such confidence, he must have taken a strong action to destroy the consciousness of the religious group and rescue people.

“Come to think of it, my sister had a long break, so she went through the grade review again, right? How far did she go in the past?”

“It’s self-sufficient.”

The immediate answer that came out as if it were obvious didn’t contain any pride, but it also sounded like he was saying that if you’re an adventurer, you should be self-sufficient. And I know it’s not an illusion

“Didn’t my older sister say that? Until the appointment…”

“It’s just a strainer made to filter out people with poor skills in the guild. Of course I remember.”

Of course, she also had a bit of an extreme side. Because according to Asilier’s standard, adventurers were only in the deficit and silver ranks, and each meant an expert in the middle and low ranks. Less than that is a probationary period, and if you settle down during that probationary period, you have the idea that you will just fall. Looking back, that’s a very radical idea. In fact, wouldn’t Ashley have had the same personality in the past?

Whatever Asilie’s past is, I am also in a position to sympathize with her claim while experiencing a brief adventurer’s work. Of course, it wasn’t that there weren’t normal and kind people, but those who had been left as blue-collar adventurers for more than three years were usually people with problems somewhere.

They fall out of the rank screening for a variety of reasons, including people who are unable to move forward after experiencing something big, such as being a gatrol that they can’t relate to or being filthy incompetent.

Those who repeatedly make a living only through thoroughly stable quests, not ‘adventures’. Still, it’s not that I’m lacking in skills or personality, so others don’t see me as particularly bad. However, it was very common to describe them in the form of ‘guild employees’ and not consider them as the same adventurers.

“Eldi is worth teaching. It’s because he can’t get the hang of it sometimes.”

While I was lost in that thought for a moment, Asilie lightly pinched my cheek and went to sleep with a satisfied smile.

Because of the conversation that flowed naturally, I missed the chance to get away from Asilie, so in the end I gave up and closed my eyes.

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Even though I woke up with my eyes open, not much time had passed, and it was only now that the day was getting brighter. About 3 hours? It seems that the fatigue was related to the consumption of mana rather than the physical problem.

It wasn’t like I was getting any more sleep, so when I woke up Asillie and left the tent, I saw the guys preparing breakfast in the misty plain with dew. Maybe it was so quiet that I could hear even the slightest noise as I moved. Sen, who was cooking soup, found me and started talking to me.

“Did you wake up earlier than expected?”

“Somehow. How about a cultist?”

“They weren’t very cooperative. But I found out that they didn’t intend to kill themselves.”

“Really? That’s unexpected again.”

“It’s a doctrine. If you commit suicide, like other pagans, you will wander forever with only your soul left in this world?”

For a cultist, these bastards have a strange corner.

“Then what about when you get caught like now?”

“They say if you die from torture, you’re a martyr.”

“Huh.”

Are you not even thinking about the possibility of betrayal? They are the ones who keep amplifying questions about useless topics right now. When I turned my head to look at him, the guy who was watching what Sen and I were talking about carefully avoided his gaze.

“Yes, wait with a pounding heart for the day of martyrdom that will come someday.

“A kid?”

“Beleshka. When I had a brief conversation with the cultists, they said that he was a high-ranking sacrifice. Do you know anything?”

At my question, Sen crossed his arms, frowned between his brows, and began to shake his head vigorously.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen someone follow like crazy like this, but in fact, similar cases are more common than I thought. There are things like offering virgin blood, warriors who have accumulated more achievements being loved by the gods, and things like that everywhere.”

“After all, it means that only such common cases come to mind.”

“Unfortunately, that seems to be the case. What on earth is such a great sacrifice that 30 people are sent to catch it?”

fuck. Did you hear it? 30 warriors. I tilted my head at the belated question and changed the question.

“Hey. Did you guys say you saved them by stopping their rituals? What are they doing, so they have 30 combatants? Aren’t they too strong for a cult?”

It can be said that it is very open to religious views, as it would be if the pantheon is the basic base, but it is not a country that is tolerant even to those who are branded as cultists.

Even in a world where God exists, it is a very big problem that non-believers are forcibly kidnapped and offered as sacrifices. Atheists are a world close to mental illness, so as long as they are bound to live by believing in at least one religion, in the end, they freely take on other people’s followers and offer them up to God.

It’s not a story at the level of let’s just follow the law, but a catastrophe in which religious wars are fought between those who claim to be the true warriors of the gods.

“Ah, these are the Demonic Cult.”

“…what?”

demon religion? God of demons? I was dumbfounded for a moment, so I reflexively said it without realizing it.

“Crazy fuck. They don’t do human sacrifice.”

“Wow! You know the Demonic Cult! Aren’t Eldmia-sama really a noble? Do you see the same reaction?”

What was so surprising about it was that when I glared at Sen, who was staring at me with both eyes wide open, she burst into a shy smile and continued talking.

“It’s pseudoscience. It’s pseudoscience. They went crazy because of the war. It’s a group where mercenaries who survived the battlefield or escaped people gathered and grew stronger… Recently, we’ve been going out a lot, so our local side is also getting into trouble.”

After all, war isn’t something to do. There are crazy people all over the world.

“It’s really damn good. Turns out, isn’t she a candidate for a saint of some religion?”

“ha ha ha.”

Sen laughed heartily at the words he spat out as he shook his head because he was dumbfounded. I’m dumbfounded by what I said, but it can be said that it’s a reasonable suspicion since the pseudo-pups rushed like that.

In the end, I couldn’t hold back the laughter that burst out and I looked at the cult again…

“…What’s your fucking reaction?”

The cultist who was listening to us was causing a pupil earthquake.

No, these bastards?