Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 209

To be honest, even Seneran and I were surprised, so no one in our party was not surprised.

Even the cultists who had been rushing over there were shocked and struggled, so it could be said that all but one cultist who died without a chance to be surprised shared the same sentiment.

However, I wasn’t sensitive enough to feel a sense of identity there, so I focused on recovering the needle, which I couldn’t even see where it flew.

Fortunately, it was easy to find because I focused my senses. Even the retrieved needle returned at the same speed as ejection, leaving a hole in the shoulder of another cultist as well. And Seneran and I focused on the fact that this time there was a different reaction than the dramatic spectacle, like the one who died for the first time.

To me, the guy whose shoulder was pierced reacted as if he had been shot.

“Eldmia. Did you take anything out when you retrieved it?”

“I did the same as when I flew it.”

In the first place, the purpose was to make even the recovery process a threat, so the needle moved at the same speed without discriminating when it came and went and rotated consistently. I’m sure it will work hard enough to be used as a substitute for flint if you bring a blade over there.

“Then it’s highly likely that there was something different about the guy who died after being hit first. For now, let’s focus on dealing with them.”

When he showed a dumbfounded reaction, he was infinitely unreliable, but as soon as he came to his senses and saw him making the right decision, his trust began to recover.

Fortunately, the cultists, who had not properly grasped the situation, were unconscious, unable to properly run away or charge at us. Looking at it, it seemed possible that they hadn’t even had the idea that we were attacking.

It was a good thing for me. After making up my mind to deal with them quickly, even if it was by using a little too much magic, I pulled out the rest of the needles and blew them off.

Even the last cultists died in fear, but none of them died in the same form as the first.

“Oh my God… what did I just see?”

Undoubtedly, Sen was the first to speak amidst the clamor of horses running away after losing their master suddenly. And after that, Mr. Gin stroked his beard and continued.

“It’s so ridiculously easy. You don’t even look very tired for that.”

“Well…that’s true. I didn’t expect such absurd results to come out, either.”

While answering, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, Seneran began to move toward the corpses of the cultists without hesitation. It was obvious that he was trying to ascertain where the difference in power came from, so I followed suit, and Rellie began to chase after me, her eyes shining even more burdensome than before.

“Was that needle like a magic tool? It felt very strange.”

“Yes, what. They say it’s a collaboration between a Dwarf artisan and Seneran. But does it feel strange?”

“It’s the same feeling as when the bards’ chants are activated when you can hardly feel the mana? It’s so subtle that you don’t even notice it unless you concentrate in advance… Ah, I don’t think I can sympathize with you if I say this.”

and. I don’t know what to do, but I just notice this without any information. To be honest, the cult was as amazing as having a hole the size of my fist pierced in my chest.

Of course, a novelty is a novelty, and it is very satisfying that Seneran and I have exactly matched what we expected while conceiving magic. Now, there was an excuse that could work even if you openly use magic and blow a needle in front of people.

“No. I understand. I met a chant user when I went to the Empire.”

“How is it?”

“Yes. I remember he was from Volta Bay, but I wondered what he was doing when he sang while fighting.”

“Ahaha! Anyone from that village can do that. There is a female warrior who is famous for her chants. Her fame is almost notorious, but they say her skills are at a level that cannot be ignored. They say she is called a singing spear in her own country and a siren by her enemies.”

“…ha ha ha.”

Sirens? That the girl who was knocked out by Zeke and lost to me is so famous?

There was cognitive dissonance for a moment, but I laughed it off moderately. I don’t think the rumors spread to Etis-L about what happened then, but if that’s the case, there’s no need to bring it up.

“Eldomia. I think I’ve figured out the reason.”

“Oh? What is it?”

As we arrived, we exchanged trivial conversations, and Seneran was the first to take out something from the dead cultist’s corpse and show it to me.

“this.”

“Even if I do this, it just looks like an ordinary iron plate to my eyes.”

“It’s a magical tool enchanted with protection. It protects from projectiles, and as it looks, it’s pretty high-end.”

“…what does that have to do with him being beaten to death?”

It’s just a small iron plate that doesn’t seem to be half the size of a real palm, so I don’t even know where to look to know that it’s a high-end product. There’s no reason to disbelieve Seneran’s statement that it acts like an arrow shield, but even if he believed it, it didn’t seem to have much to do with the situation we were witnessing.

“It’s because your needles didn’t pierce the barriers spread by the magic tools, but tore them apart.”

“…I’m asking because I haven’t seen anyone who uses such things properly until now, but if it was originally, how would it be normal?”

“It’s normal for the projectile to bounce off. Or, if the barrier is broken, it should fall along with it. Even if it were pierced, it shouldn’t have done much damage if it was a magic tool like this.”

The magical barrier blocked my needle, but it couldn’t stop the charge. And the needle pierced the user’s chest before the torn defense wall was completely destroyed.

The story was absurd even from the listener’s point of view, but Seneran concluded the explanation with conviction.

“As it was originally, this guy with a hole in his shoulder is normal.

She seemed to think there was nothing more to see, so she tried to throw the iron plate she was holding onto the floor, but after giving it to Rellie, who wanted to check it out with a violent gesture, she moved on to another corpse. The wounds of the other corpses that followed her after leaving Rellie to check the iron plate were certainly the same.

After checking the wounds on the last cultist’s corpse, we robbed their pockets, returned to the camp, overcame all the other party’s questions, and had a secret class before dinner. I was able to get things out of my mouth.

“It’s definitely because of magic.”

“Are you the first to die?”

“Yes. The protective magic is torn, so even if you fire a ballista, it won’t happen. I think it’s correct that it happened because your mana caused some reaction in that short moment.”

“…Have you ever heard of a similar case on the battlefield?”

Seneran wrung his chin for a moment and fell into trouble, but soon tilted his head and showed an ambiguous reaction.

“I don’t know. After looking at that, there are actually a few things that I’d like to think were cases similar to this time… but it’s hard to think that it’s exactly the same phenomenon.”

“They’ll be messing around with weapons like me, so isn’t it the same case?”

“…No, it’s different. Did I mention that earlier? Magic using mana or magic using magic will have the same basic goal.”

Her face, which had only been calm, showed a hesitation that had never been seen before. After thinking about it for a while, Seneran finally let out a short sigh, looked straight at me, and continued.

“Enchanting is the end of anything you put on a weapon. No matter how much a demon you are, you won’t be able to perform feats like you by putting your magic on a weapon and continuously rotating it.”

“…yes?”

“You’re a special case. Not just because humans use magic, but also in the way they use magic.”

Now, what is this new noise? There was not much I could say to Seneran, who suddenly threw bombshells at me.

“No, why are you telling me that important thing now?”

There was no problem because I didn’t say anything, but isn’t there any reason why I shouldn’t say it? As I waited for an answer, trying to hold on to my eyebrows that were about to curl, Seneran gave me a puzzled expression.

“Rather, I thought it was not very important. I can’t use or see magic, right? I simply approached thinking that there might be a demon that uses magic like you somewhere I don’t know. I just saw that and became convinced. A demon that can do that. If there were a lot of them, the kingdom’s front lines would have been devastated in no time.”

It is said that it was only after seeing the power that it was confirmed that it was not common. Well, she was also a person like me, not a demon, so it was natural. You’ve been so good at giving advice that I forgot for a moment that you only have a slightly better level of knowledge than other people.

“So, by any chance, are there other methods of operation, such as using them with needles? If so, I’d like to take this opportunity to learn more about them.”

So, it was only when I saw Seneran, who was unusually calm about learning and his eyes were shining, that I realized too late that I had made a little big mistake.

This person doesn’t know at all that I know how to coat my sword with magical power, cut it, and strengthen my body. Because I haven’t had anything to show for it yet. I don’t know if I had to fight, but since this was my first battle after she joined, I didn’t even have a chance to do that.

Naturally, I thought that since I had studied magic, I would know how to use magic… But now, after hearing her reaction and story, I began to wonder if I was seriously mistaken about something.

Since the demons I met in the abandoned dungeon strengthened their bodies with magical powers, I assumed that all demons strengthened their bodies with magical powers like me.

But is that really right?

If that was the case, why did he go to the brink of exploding and die, and then had no choice but to release the reinforcement at the end? Up until now, I just thought it was a cliché that I often see in comics where I use abilities beyond my level, but was that really the case?

“Uh… I’m a swordsman, right?”

Thanks to the sudden question, I started to be very cautious about opening my mouth without knowing it. In fact, the anxiety creeps up that I may have lived very complacently with my own abilities until now.

“Is that so? Why?”

“I think I didn’t say it for granted because I recognized magic… I strengthen my body with magic, just like other people strengthen their bodies with Auras, right?”

“…”

“And using magic to make the needle rotate is only part of it, and you can even apply magic to the sword as if you were plating it. Then, depending on the amount of magic power, the cutting power… varies greatly. ”

Upon hearing my answer, Seneran’s expression was miserable.

It’s like… like a normal person looking at a person who believes in the flat earth theory.

Thanks to that expression alone, I was able to understand that I had been fighting in a way that had no basis.