Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 458

It was Saint Deoni who saved me from being beaten without even lifting a finger from Asilie’s dark history attack.

After taking the saintess who appeared with a calm yet somewhat solemn expression into the cabin, I handed over the Leica I was holding back to Asilier to withstand the Dark History attack, and offered a seat and tea for the saintess.

“Have you had any income?”
“Yes. I got everything I could get.”

It was hard to find any pride or pride in the saintess’ appearance, who confidently said that she had robbed everything, not even a little.

I wondered if she felt remorse because of the process of writing it as an interrogation and reading it as torture, but judging from her strong faith, the possibility of pitying or pitying the apostate is infinitely zero, so that uneasy feeling must have come from another reason. did.

“The series of events that the hero experienced as a child… from one to ten were all the plans of the Demon King’s army.”

Fortunately, I didn’t have to guess the cause. Because the saintess who informed me of the results of the interrogation as if reporting them had a deep sense of guilt toward me.

He probably reacted that way because he thought it was a crime committed by his own people, but to be honest, after hearing the story, such trivial things didn’t matter anyway.

“You already guessed I’d show up?”
“Precisely, he ‘knew’ that a ‘hero’ would appear. He said he was convinced that if he retrieved all the holy relics inside the demonic spirit and cut the link, that would be the only way for the demon to spread his influence without causing damage to the continent. .”

It’s hard to believe, and I don’t even know what method was used, but there was no reason to doubt.

They may have been loyal enough to pretend until the moment they died, saying that they had intelligence close to future foresight, but having already had the experience of being ambushed by a flying dragon unit in an unconvincing position, it was rather more foresight than loyalty. This felt more likely.

The saintess replied sternly that there was no need to even consider the possibility that her loyalty would have been maintained until the moment she died. It was said by the person who took the lead in doing the heinous thing instead of me, so I nodded obediently and naturally moved on to the next story.

“It is unknown until the specific reason for raiding the slave guild.”
“Yes. It was said that the purpose was to save just one demon, but I couldn’t even guess what the reason was. It was said that he was just an ordinary demon child, not related to a high-ranking aristocrat.”
“But… it can’t be an ordinary person, right?”
“You’re right. We need to find out more.”

After hearing the story, I shut my mouth to organize my thoughts, and silence naturally descended into the cabin.

The saintess looked at me, clearly showing that she felt guilty for something she hadn’t done, and Asilie seemed to notice me, worried about the shock I would incur.

Rather than being shocked, I was thinking about what the source of their ridiculous information might be.

“There are rumors that the demon king has a future plan?”
“Yes? Oh, that’s right. To be precise, it’s about looking ahead a few times to the extent that I doubt whether or not he has a vision for the future.”

My sudden question is far from being emotional, so I roll my head while listening to the answer of the saintess who is taken aback for a moment.

The saintess seems to think that it is a nonsense story within the realm of extremely normal and common sense, but my honest impression was that it would not be strange if one more person who could see the future was added while there were two people from another world.

But there are too many holes to say they really see the future.

Not only did the demon king’s army not know that I was hiding in the dungeon that day, but they couldn’t even find my family’s cabin at all. At the time, it was considered possible because there was quite a distance between the house and the village, but if it was possible to foresee the future, it would be ridiculous.

But…

“I think it’s more likely that someone died in the distant future and returned to the past than future precognition. Shall we call them regressors?”

…If it’s based on one’s own knowledge and experience, wouldn’t it be possible enough?

“……yes?”

In the midst of this, I looked at the saintess who couldn’t control her expression and asked back, as if asking what kind of nonsense she was talking about, and I asked her as seriously as possible.

“Are there any demons capable of doing tricks related to time?”

In a world with only two people from another world, where is the law not to include one more regressor? It might be more realistic to start with the most absurd possibility out of all possible ones.

Fortunately, the saintess was only taken aback at first, but instead of dismissing my question, she stood up with a serious expression on her face.

“I’ll bring brother Mender. He’s so knowledgeable that he asked me to accompany him to the ruins investigation, so he might know something.”

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Being a regressor is one of the most common settings in novels, so there is nothing special about modern people, but here, where all mysteries are set in reality, it is very different.

“Eldy? Is that regressor a story from your previous life?”

As soon as the saintess left her seat, Asillie immediately raised her doubts.

“That’s right. It wasn’t that such a person actually existed, but it was just one of many imaginations.”

In a previous life, such things are regarded as fantasies and are only used as a novel material for interest, but since this is a place where the gods can directly intervene in the world, the concept of ‘turning back time’ is by no means light.

That’s right from the law of recovery. Didn’t the self-destructing saintess Tenneas give me the recovery orb as a bribe? It had the power to rewind time and heal wounds.

It was a world where even a saint could do such a thing with the power he had been blessed by God. Wouldn’t it be possible to turn back time in a wide area by mobilizing all the power of those who can overturn continents and laws and turn land into sea with a single move of a finger?

“That’s not to say I didn’t just say what came to mind. This, self-destruction…no, it’s a consumable item for recovery that I got from the Tennea Saint of the Imperial Spiritual Assembly, but it’s an item from the realm of turning back time.”

Asilie widened her eyes when I took out a bead that had been hung like a necklace and adjusted to the height so that it would break together in the event of an extreme situation where the pituitary gland was pierced.

“If it wasn’t for this, I wouldn’t have thought of it that easily.

The gods that are popularly served on the continent are, after all, good gods.

They are not monsters from another dimension who feed on faith, nor are they idiots who are faithful to their desires like the gods of Greek and Roman mythology.

And that includes the desire for mortals to lead their own lives according to their will. It’s not that I’m telling you to live on your own, but in the sense that I respect that choice as much as possible.

Therefore, although blessings are bestowed to overcome the imminent death situation, no god permits the act of overturning death. This is because it is considered an act of insulting all living things living in the world.

Turning back time in a world living under the teachings of such gods is no different from the story of the coming of the end.

The fact that the time of the world, where even the act of reversing the death of one person is taboo, has been completely rewinded, will be the biggest proof that this world has escaped the protection of the gods.

So, I doubt the evil god located at the opposite point of them, not the gods.

“There is a story Lumings told me when I went to my sister’s hometown, and the dagger used by the axeman was also said to have been made from something called the remnants of evil spirits, so I naturally became suspicious.”

It may be nothing more than a trivial piece of work, but after going through a lot of things that haven’t been done, I felt that the possibilities were overflowing. There is a sense that the scale is getting too big, but since I am already a warrior, it would be right to give up hopeful observations.

“If that’s really the case, it’s scary.”
“I know.”

How can it not be sweet to have the opportunity to bring back someone who died unjustly?

How could I refuse to give him a chance to undo all his mistakes and build them up again?

It will be difficult for me to completely shake off that temptation, but in return, it’s a different story if you go back to the lives and times that everyone in this world has built up. It means that as much as I change my future, the future of others will also change, and people who die may live, but people who should have lived may die.

I don’t know if they touched me, but I don’t want to put others on the scales on my own.

Of course, I don’t feel any kindness for those who did such a thing.

Seeing that the situation continues despite the setbacks in their plans, it is clear that even regressors will have a lot of restrictions. Maybe it’s a state where the only opportunity has been consumed, or it might be that you can’t move recklessly because it demands a huge price.

The best ending is not a regressor, but the result of the information power comparable to the Internet… but honestly, I don’t even want that. The odds are slim.

While I was thinking about that, I heard a knock on the door of the cabin again, and I opened the door, hoping that Priest Mender would suggest at least one concrete possibility.