Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 188

The pooling society belongs to the side that has no relationship with the word closure.

Rather, it can be said that the problem is that I love interacting with others to the extent that it seems a bit excessive. That doesn’t mean they’re not the ones who will pull out the liver and gallbladder from just anyone, but they’re a race that’s dedicated their whole lives to having friends who deserve it.

Even the so-called scholars have not been able to find out what kind of process they go through to establish such an altruistic underlying psychology on a tribal basis, so it is meaningless for me to question ‘why this is so’ now.

With that alone, it can be said that they are a truly unique race, but there are social characteristics that can be called a symbol of pooling.

Obsessive family love. The sense of responsibility, duty and belonging that comes with it comes as a bonus.

What is interesting is that this did not develop into a way of covering up family members if they did something wrong, but into a form of voluntarily taking responsibility. They even take it for granted.

Is that why? Fulling values the community of his family more than his own life.

It is a race that considers it dignified and humane to just commit suicide rather than defame or sell the family. That such pooling is risking his family goes beyond simply prolonging his life.

Of course, even if there is such a serious reason, common sense says, ‘Who are you to bet all your relatives with stakes?’ It’s going to take a lot of hard work, but the poolings, who have the aforementioned bizarre sense of solidarity and responsibility as a tribal unit, take it very differently.

It is said that they understand that they have gone through a major incident that had no choice but to do so. As I said before, the psychology that I would rather die than sell my family is a common psychology, so it is possible, but from my point of view, it is no different from blind faith, so it was a part that I could not easily sympathize with.

It’s amazing that even with such a notion of thinking, they can live in this harsh world and maintain their species… but they say they’re going to live like that.

Anyway, that’s why the dagger that Pulling, called Sen, presented was by no means an empty check. A guarantee with the entire Kikuidel family as collateral. A certificate that if anyone in this room fails to fulfill their promise, family members will take over and take responsibility until the day the family disappears.

Because Asilie is there, the authenticity can be confirmed right here. Although there are some differences between families, it is said that it is not difficult to distinguish because there are decorative elements that must be in common.

I decided to just rule out the possibility that Senra Pooling was a mutant lacking family love for the first time in hundreds of years of history on the continent. Because that collateral was too strong to filter out because of such an astronomical variable of probability.

It wasn’t bad to try to negotiate with magic imprinting there. There is a downside to having to go to a library or so and get help from a third party, but fortunately I have a connection called Radnell Bandes. I haven’t been able to see his face properly lately, but he’ll be happy to help if you ask through Ragnis. Maybe Mr. Weedra can help.

After judging up to that point, I raised my hand and called for Asilier from afar. I did not go through this alone, so we must make a decision together.

Asilie, who approached me calmly watching the scandalous things tense up, asked without getting off her horse.

“What did you decide to do?”

“The wizard presented the magic imprint, and the pooling bet on the family… What does your sister think?”

It was Asilier who wanted to do that until the magic imprint, but when Fulling said that he had staked his family as collateral, he showed a rather surprised expression and moved his gaze to the dagger Fulling was holding, even though he was in a tense state.

“Honestly, I thought it would be hard to forgive them no matter what they did because they tried to get me involved in their own affairs, but since they said they were prepared to go that far, the story approaches a little differently. Wouldn’t it be okay?”

“…is it?”

“Because it’s not common for adventurers to not only admit their mistakes but also to pay the price.”

If nothing else, that’s true. While working as an adventurer, I realized that uneducated people do not even have a conscience, and in an industry where most of the work is done by force, if you make a living by killing people or monsters, you will be reborn as people you can’t really relate to.

There was a time when I believed that there weren’t too many people who could meet all of those evil conditions. The reality is… Let’s not talk.

After thinking like that, even though the first impression of these guys might have been shit, they are likely to be reformed as the same kind as Zicmel, who knows how to face their mistakes.

“But you have to go to the library to properly engrave your magic stamp, are you going back?”

“Why do we have to do that for things that would have died without us. You guys have been hanging out with me for a while.”

Unlike the others, who were greatly relieved when he handed it over to Asilie to check the dagger in Fulling’s hand while hitting one-way traffic, Fulling’s mouth twitched.

“Hey, there’s still a group of people in that wrecked wagon.”

“I heard you talking about coming earlier. But?”

“That’s because… they’re not adventurers like us, they’re victims of them earlier…”

I thought they would be non-combatants, but they’re victims. Judging by the nuance, does it mean that you want to finish the quest? Once I decided to save and use it, it seemed necessary to figure out the situation.

“Hey, Armor. You go to the carriage and wait and bring them when they call. And sorceress. Stop procrastinating and take care of the horses scattered over there with the rest of us. Full-ring, let’s talk with us for a while.”

The effect of ‘I’ll give you a chance to live first’ was amazing.

With that alone, they obeyed the instructions very docilely, and me and Asilier were able to briefly pick up a story from Pulling about why the fuck was happening.

“So… they’re one of the few survivors of human sacrifice, and you guys were only being asked to investigate those cultists, but you couldn’t wait to see them, so you were trying to save them and then you were being chased?”

“Exactly.”

“Have those religious friends who are angry at being deprived of their sacrifices to their gods have been following you for a week?”

“Aren’t you so shameless? Why are you so angry about being good at something? The world is really coming to an end.”

Whether it was because he had passed the serious situation or because of the power of his lineage, Fulling spoke freely as if he had completely forgotten what had just happened.

I threw a glance and looked towards the carriage, and I saw two little boys trembling, clinging close to the carriage, far away from the armored guy. Due to the distance, all I could tell was that they were both frizzy blonde hair, that one was big and the other was small, and that the clothes they were wearing, including skirts and pants, were similar to those of nobles.

“They were moving just like the pure bandits, but it seems that the arrows were going towards the female bandits because of that. Maybe they aimed for it too. It was purely luck that we caught the tail. would have died.”

If you think of shadow feet, it seems that the lineage is right. It took a lot of effort not to lose my words when I saw that he was so relaxed that he wondered if he was the person who had been threatened with his life just before.

“Isn’t that carriage improbable to say that it was obtained spontaneously?”

“Nobleman, it’s been a week since those vicious guys followed us. It’s a wagon. That’s it. If only they survived and went back, they could be fully compensated, so I boldly shouted it.”

Even though we ended up with a catfish due to our wrong choice. I felt dizzy at the reaction of Fulling who smiled hahaha as he finished his words. That cheerfulness whose origin is unknown is truly unique.

“Where were you going with them?”

“It’s Ogwen.”

I haven’t told you where we’re going yet, so it’s not like I made up words without looking at my eyes. Thanks to that, I got an unexpected answer and had to ask again, unable to hide my embarrassment.

“Why are you there?”

“I hear their parents are Ogwen nobles?”

Then, as if it were natural, I looked at Asilier in response to Fulling’s answer.

However, when Asilie shrugged and shook her head, she looked at Pulling again with a suspicious expression, and Fulling’s eyebrows began to curl strangely, noticing something strange when he saw us.

“No way… isn’t it?”

“Is that right?”

Unlike the wizard before, it seems that they clearly noticed what each other was going to say this time. Shaking my head, I calmly notified Fulling, who was trying to deny the reality.

“The nobleman who manages it is the old man, and he only has one son, who must have just passed his mid-twenties, and even that son went to the battlefield four years ago. I saw it myself at the military dispatch ceremony. Even the image of him holding his heir and sending him off.”

And there are no nobles other than them in Ogwen, a village on the border.

What parallel world did they come from, Ogwen?