Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 115

“I’ll try the other side.”

An aristocratic society was farther away from the common people than I thought, and unless we were professional information dealers, there was no information that amateurs like us could get in one day by searching the streets, so there was no other option.

So, as Cheryl just said, to go in a different direction is to use the acquaintance of the same nobles after all… Anyway, in the yard where Sir Ekaf works hard, doubts about whether it is a meaningful action passed by.

But after looking into Cheryl’s eyes, I understood that looking for meaning in them was a meaningless act in itself.

“Okay. I’ll go to the mansion and change into Ragnis’s clothes again and go to the place of detention that Sir Renissa told me about. I don’t think I’ll be treated well if I go in this state.”

“Then I’ll look around a bit. It’s been a while in the capital, but maybe there are people I know.”

As in the case of Gin I saw last time, it seems that an acquaintance of mine lived somewhere in the capital, even in Ashley. I watched for a moment as each of them went on their way, and after sighing, I headed towards the mansion.

I realize once again that the road to keep my beliefs is long and arduous. It seems that there are still many things to learn and many more mountains to overcome, but besides the physical barriers, it is very frustrating in many ways to be caught up in these political issues.

Fuck you, you have to secure justification for biting. From now on, it would be better to find a way to counter the miscellaneous things that are trying to gnaw from the outside.

Having gained such a realization, I changed my clothes and came out of the mansion and headed to a fairly neat building located on the outskirts.

“It’s bleak.”

However, the simple two-story building is just neat. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is just a rectangular brick. The reason why it was built on the second floor seems to be simply to separate the guards who will protect the building and the criminals. Even the surrounding area is a street where ordinary citizens come and go casually, so it will be an instant to sell your face.

Still, if ordinary people were the target, I would have thought that they were being treated fairly well since it wasn’t a dungeon… but since the people inside are nobles, it’s too much.

As I approached the guards guarding the only entrance, suppressing my naturally uncomfortable feelings, they crossed the window in a very disciplined manner and blocked the door, asking me a question.

“This is where the criminals are imprisoned. What’s your business?”

But from that first question, bad Eldmia and even worse Eldmia make your eyes widen after a while?

what? sinner?

“Criminal? Did you say that a nobleman who was temporarily imprisoned voluntarily to prove his innocence is now a criminal?”

I asked back with the attitude befitting a family attendant as much as possible while forcibly holding back the nauseous feeling that was about to come out. I was waiting for him to give me one excuse, but this stupid guy is getting on my nerves.

As the guy, who was 20 cm taller than himself, wore clothes that looked like uniforms and even a half-cloak, and opened his eyes, the guard’s confident attitude that he had shown at first seemed to fade a little.

“Sir, please reveal your identity. Otherwise, we will consider you a threat and arrest you.”

“I am Eldmia Ega, temporary attendant of the Marquis of Ragnis Lien da Levien. Would you now answer my question? Is it correct that you treated the Marquis, who voluntarily appeared for temporary detention, as a criminal?”

Placing her hand on the pommel of the sword she wore around her waist, she asked clearly.

I don’t know how this friend will react to my actions, but this isn’t a threat, it’s a battle preparation. Aristocratic society has such an interesting side that even one wrong choice of word can tarnish or gild it.

The problem is that the response to lacquer and gold lacquer is very extreme, as befits an aristocrat. And if a commoner is dishonoring his reputation, even if he acts as if it is a law and nothing, it can be lawful.

If you carelessly treat nobles as criminals, it is a world where there is nothing to say even if you die in a duel, a brawl, or a sword.

That’s why it’s better for a commoner to not mix with aristocrats at all. It’s not about going halfway if you stay still, it’s about saving your life.

“Yes. This place, due to the guidelines of the House of Nobility, is a sinner…”

“Just once. I’ll give you a chance.”

“What, what?”

No matter how fucked up the aristocracy is, this friend is also someone’s child and someone’s family in the end. In fact, if I didn’t know about the law, I could have made enough mistakes, so I decided to explain it with a generous heart.

“Again, the Marquis of Levien came here voluntarily to prove his innocence despite the current temporary detention, which was unilaterally notified and forcibly attempted by the House of Lords. That is why it is temporary detention, and that is why the Marquis is not yet a criminal. If a commoner carelessly treats a non-criminal aristocrat as a criminal, it will be regarded as a mistake made without knowing that he will face death, so please correct it.”

Even after explaining this far, I believed that there was no way they would have chosen an incomprehensible intelligence as a soldier, but surprisingly, reality is always imaginary.

The guy who had been hesitant until just now shook his head with a laugh as if he had gained some confidence.

“Huh… I tried to be as polite as possible, but it’s ridiculous. We are private soldiers belonging to the aristocracy, and this is the place where the criminal Ragnis is imprisoned, and this is the aristocratic guideline. Don’t talk nonsense.”

The reason why I listened to the end of the words that didn’t sound like words is simple.

“The will is a bit long, but I’ll pass it on to the nobles.”

-Suddenly!

It’s not polite to break a will. I drew my sword and decapitated him before he turned the spear that was blocking the door towards me.

I’ve already received all the treatment in the Empire, so my physical condition is at its peak. Even magic was used, but there is no way a single soldier could react. The other guard, who was watching devastatedly from the side as the flying head hit the wall of the building behind him and fell to the ground, stepped back in fright.

“Ugh, ugh! Emergency! Visaaang!”

Instead of swinging the spear, he screamed and kicked the door with all his might to help the guy who was trying to open the door.

-bang!

Because it is not made of hardwood, but a simple wooden board, the door explodes and scatters in all directions.

hmm. I’m more relieved than I thought.

Seeing that the kick that had passed his fingertips reaching to grab the doorknob smashed the door, the guy collapsed white as it was and sat down. looked at me

“Come out in charge.”

“Hey, what the hell is this! This place is…”

“Are you in charge?”

The guy who was sitting in the rocking chair located in the innermost fireplace hesitantly got up and said, I pointed my sword and asked, but no one refuted. Yeah, just looking at it, it seems like a seat exclusively for the person in charge.

But just because they’re silent, there’s no reason I won’t speak, so I kindly explained the situation.

“I came here for the purpose of meeting the Marshal of Levien, who was temporarily detained. But your subordinate treated the Marshal of Levien as a criminal, who was only temporarily detained before the trial. Killed according to the law. Any complaints?”

“What kind of heinous claim is this! We…” ”

We know that we are private soldiers belonging to the noble house and are temporary detention places designated by the noble house guidelines. Answer the question. Or do you not know the law too?”

When I was in the army, the only thing I memorized was the service creed. It’s like that in modern society, but how much do these guys really know the law?

“You know? You mean turning the aristocrats into enemies?”

Why have there been more idiots who give an answer than the one who has a proper conversation when I ask something from the old days?

However, as there were four people, I still had three stocks of kindness left, so I explained it in the most calm tone possible.

“I am a law-abiding citizen of the kingdom. Any of you who want to claim the Marquis of Levien as a criminal, take up arms and die. If not, contact the House of Lords immediately and send someone who knows the law properly and can speak the language. Your manager is I can’t communicate because I’m a fool who doesn’t know the law.”

Actually, the guy who couldn’t enter the building has already run away, so it doesn’t matter anyway, but there’s no way he’ll go to the barracks or anywhere and give a proper explanation, so it would be appropriate to explain it to these guys at least. At least seeing that hesitant atmosphere, I wondered if at least one person would listen and eat.

However, the atmosphere changed when the person in charge shouted out with arrogance at my words.

“It’s treason! It’s an act of treason to let the criminal Ragnis escape! Attack!”

Even aristocrats have to risk everything to leave Makgora to cry out for treason, but mere guards have no fear.

Contrary to my expectations, the rest of the guards, including the person in charge, pull out their swords at me and begin to check me.

It was very ugly, but in case some of them gave up the battle and survived and said nonsense that I was a cowardly surprise attack, with a heart of gratitude, the seon-gong decided to concede.

Thank you for giving me a chance to run me legally, you ignorant assholes.