Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 162

Envelde did not pull out her sword.

It was because it was not difficult to know that it would not be pulled out at once just by the resistance I felt in my hand.

I didn’t want to take the unnecessary risk of trying to pull it out and trying to break the neck with all my might when it was on the verge of death. Even on the battlefield, those who died that way were by no means few.

He is a formidable guy to the extent that there is a clear difference between what he feels and what he feels. Contrary to the calm attitude that was revealed on the outside, cold sweat flowed at the moment.

No matter how much the knife was driven into the stomach, there was a possibility that it would be reversed if it showed a gap in the middle.

In any case, his sword was still intact, and there was also a sword that Eldmia had missed, so he decided to take some time as there was no shortage of weapons.

It could be said instead, but Enbelde punched Eldmia in the face.

With a dull sound, Eldmia’s face went back and forth, but unlike a moment ago, it did not bounce off. Rather than Eldmia’s response, it was because Envelde sufficiently controlled her aura.

“Did you enjoy life in the capital? Did you think the whole world was yours? You’re such a fool.”

Mistakes or mistakes often made by talented young knights.

The myth that their talent transcends generations.

“Yes, I am strong. If I were your age, I would never have won. I didn’t have the same talent as you back then. No. You little one.”

The blown fist strikes the chin again. Realizing that there was no taste that went in neatly, whether it was reacting in the middle of it, Enbelde admired and felt regret.

He’s an unusual guy. Even though it has reached this point, I still want it.

That’s why Envelde ignored Eldmia, who couldn’t even resist properly, and approached the desk, opened the drawer, and put the emergency potion on top.

widely. Envelde said as she watched Eldmia’s gaze focus on the potion that was placed on display.

“If you leave it as it is, you will die unless you are treated. If you pull out the sword, you will bleed to death soon.

“The will… it’s like an idiot.”

Even though she must have known her condition, Eldmia was sarcastic as she grabbed the stuck knife.

Envelde let out a deep sigh and continued speaking at the sight that could only be expressed with the word “strong”.

“Even I was useless on the battlefield against demons. Have you ever met real demons? The expert-class centurions who command the daunting soldiers at the forefront, as well as the thousands and thousands of soldiers who command them, are all strong. They are human. Unlike others, they worship strength.”

Until now, even the king’s 10 swords, which were considered strong enough to be recognized anywhere on the continent, failed to lead a one-sided battle. Just because there was an oracle, it was wrong to risk your life to fight against those things.

“Did you really not have any doubts about why those knights joined my rebellion? Did you think they were losers because they were weaker than you? … ”

” Fuck … I’m sick, don’t be funny. You can’t concentrate. ”

It was great to giggle and shake his head, but Envelde didn’t particularly care. Because I had no doubt that it would be nothing more than a last resort before dying.

“Anyway, it seems that no matter where you go in the world, people are all the same. You judge a subject based only on face value, but you judge what you know so much. Do you know the secret of your birth that I don’t know?”

Contrary to what she thought she would kneel down on her knees, Eldmia continued to speak while still maintaining her posture.

“I’ve already thought about everything you said and came to a rough conclusion, bastard.”

“what?”

“I confirmed with my own eyes that there are humans cooperating with the demons, and I also confirmed that their relationship is a fellowship. Then, of course, somewhere in the demonic territory, humans and demons live in normal coexistence, which means that if the kingdom surrenders It’s just saying that it might just belong to the demon tribe. Didn’t you guys believe that and plan to drive the demon king in the head after the rebellion?”

Envelde did not object. Instead, he only glared at Eldmia with suspicious eyes.

“Did you believe that I would cooperate with you if you knew that? You said you were hostile because you didn’t know? Just fell into the arrogance that I could cut down even the demons because I’m great? I’m just swinging my sword at the guy who wielded my sword. It’s not that I can kill someone who doesn’t die after getting hit with a sword, but I’m saying I’ll kill someone who dies if I get hit with a sword, so why is that arrogant?”

“Even though you couldn’t judge the enemy’s skills and ended up like that?”

“Guess what? Hehe, ah fuck.”

I couldn’t understand how he laughed for real, not just to mock.

You say there’s laughter? If you pull out the sword, you might die after not holding out for long due to blood loss? I could see a bag that might contain a potion, but I had no intention of letting him take it out. However, even though it was clear that the situation was by no means relaxed, Eldmia genuinely laughed.

“Yes, I understand. You guys will know roughly whether the opponent is stronger than you. I admit I was lacking in ability… Fuck you, Carl. I admit I made the wrong decision because I didn’t expect to catch that. I remember well, and if there’s someone who uses something similar to me, I’ll use it as well. But you traitor bastard. I never had the groundless belief that there would be no one stronger than me when I came home.”

“It’s sophistry. If I had known that, I should have run away.”

“Escape? Domaaan?”

The laughter was louder than before. And the sound of the pain of the pain continued together.

“Why run away when a suitable performance meter just appeared? I’ll have to test it.”

“Experiment?”

“How far can I go? Isn’t it obvious? Wouldn’t it be much weirder to run away when you have a chance to fight against guys who are much weaker than your goal?”

His eyes were so mad that you couldn’t even think of a person with a knife stuck in his stomach. Envelde felt that way without even realizing it.

“Already, my life’s premise is to fight a strong kid. On the way there, non-fucking things keep arguing, so I don’t argue with strength and weakness.”

Gish acted as if he longed for a battle with the strong, but the reality was different. The guy wanted to fight the strong at the level of ‘the same human’. So, after leaving the battlefield, he did not return, seeking to fight more people and joining the rebellion.

But this guy… it’s not like that.

Did you harm yourself or not? It is the only way to judge the situation. And if you do harm, no matter how strong it is, it will definitely bite you.

That’s why he is aiming for an unknown demon who is not here even though he is in danger of dying right now.

These guys don’t give up easily.

In unknown anxiety, Envelde pointed to the sword she had embedded and said.

“Isn’t that the end result?”

“Just as expected, there was no way to stop the situation where a knife flew into the boat, so you prepared your mind and only avoided vital points before grabbing the sword with your body? If anyone sees it, you’ll think you’re dead.”

Eldmia’s face spread the vicious smile seen in front of the courthouse.

“If you were going to kill me, you should have cut your throat. You will die for that arrogance, Count Envelde da Bossa. If someone asks you how you died, remember it well and answer…

” I shook my head and closed the distance again. Being hit on purpose and holding the sword with your body? It was clear that he lacked a sense of crisis.

“Then hold on for a while.”

Just as he was about to move forward to pull out the sword, Eldmia raised her left hand holding the sword up to her shoulder and clenched her fist.

“…I heard that he was killed by a technique called sword swordsmanship.”

At the same time, a sudden, strong pain penetrated his back and tore his lungs.

“What?”

In the illusion of hearing a thud.

Envelde couldn’t help but look at the blade that slanted through her left chest with a curious gaze.

The blood was tangled, but it was definitely the sword of Eldmia that he had cut.

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“Winning or losing a battle is not just about strength, but also factors.”

what i have

A superior body, a strong sword, an enchanting gauntlet, and a cursed ring.

and horsepower.

“Well, it’s not your fault. How would you expect this. Not a prophet.”

What I tried while talking so much was synchronizing with my sword that had bounced off. There was already a hole in the side, so I thought it wouldn’t be a problem, but it took longer than I thought because it was different from that time.

Perhaps thanks to the experience of connecting with living creatures, it was much easier to connect only with Geom. It was just a matter of how to make it shoot like an arrow.

Fortunately, it was simpler than I thought. Because the pommel was strengthened with the sense of strengthening the body, it could not overcome the backlash and bounced away at a tremendous speed.

To be honest, when Envelde walked toward the desk and the sword he had intentionally sent out came into his field of vision, I was a bit taken aback, but thanks to him, I was able to get the potion, so it was fine.

As I moved my magic power and pulled out the sword embedded in the man’s body, Envelde, who was still looking at the blade sprouting from his chest as if he didn’t understand, vomited blood.

“Cool, uh, how…?”

“You just have to do well in this way by linking the magic inherent in the sword.

Watching blood gushing from his chest, I passed Envelde without any worries and picked up the potion on the desk. I may have pulled out a sack to torture my hopes, but I’ll give it a try.

It must have been quite a confusing situation, but Enbelde correctly grasped the gist of my words.

“Magic power? Magical power…?”

Of course, I had no intention of responding to that.

Envelde’s face was filled with fear for the unknown, so huge that it covered all of her emotions, including embarrassment, puzzlement, and embarrassment.

I didn’t even think to lift a hand properly, and I barely turned my head to answer the guy who was looking at me calmly. After drinking a sip of the potion, I pulled out the sword stuck in my stomach, put it next to me, and continued talking while spraying the potion on my wounds.

It was a pain that couldn’t be explained by the word “sassy”, but it was better than dying.

“It may be unfair, but isn’t the world like that? Just like you’re the guy who’s been messing around with this for your purpose of treason, I’m just a guy who’s been messing with this and that for my purpose.”

I see Envelde’s pupils blur. If only the chest was penetrated, there would be no way he would sit down like that. Whether it was through a vital point or a scar on the heart, something must have been right.

If so, I was certain that there would be less than a few seconds left for him, so I simply finished it.

“For the purpose of spreading the warning never to touch Eldmia Ega. Didn’t I tell you last time? The important thing is the message.”

“For that reason… a cause…”

“The cause of a bastard criminal who even hunts slaves is what kind of cause. Being my warning sign when I die is just your level.”

Whoever sees you will know that you are confident.

I don’t know if the last answer reached my ears, but Envelde stumbled.