Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 248

Conversation with Ragnis was enjoyable, but in the end, her time was limited, and we only got to spend time together until dinner.

Still, since returning from the empire, he had the longest face-to-face conversation, and he had a more satisfied face than the first time I saw him.

[master! I like this person!]

Maybe it’s because he healed himself by stroking Leica non-stop, except during meals. She doesn’t lose her hair, she doesn’t smell, and the feel is real. I dare say that it is definitely the final evolutionary form of a pet.

She said with a sigh of regret while feeling the greatness of Radnell Vandes-style education from Ragnis, who did not even show any discomfort even after spending a long time with the fairly heavy Laika sitting on her thighs.

“Can’t I leave him?”

“Come to your senses. He’s a demonic sword… No, it’s a demonic dog.”

Ragnis, who held him in his arms and even buried his nose in it, pretended not to win and let go of Laika, as if he had fallen for the charm of Laika, which was more vicious than a magic sword in terms of bewitching people.

“It’s kind of strange. It feels like I’m healing physically, not mentally.”

“Our demon dogs don’t have that kind of function… don’t they? Leica, doesn’t it?”

[I don’t know!]

I thought about it for a while while stroking the panting Leica as I naturally hugged it. It is a Leica that can be said to have already been degenerated into something unidentified that is not even a sword, throwing iron shit. Since the only food given to it is magic power, it may have become a body composed only of magic power like a demon. It would be unconditional if all the materials that were the magic sword were wrapped up.

So, what kind of creature is he? As far as I know, only spirits or demons can have their bodies made of magic.

“It’s a little vague since he says he doesn’t know, but…” ”

Well, wouldn’t it be possible to know if I keep him for one more day?”

“Ummm… Let’s put it on hold for now. At least we have to be sure that he won’t have a bad influence.”

It wasn’t easy to refuse the request of Ragnis, who was looking at him with high expectations, but he is a guy with a demonic sword. Even if you don’t want it, you won’t be able to forgive yourself for your complacency if you leave it alone in the midst of not knowing what variables might be.

Fortunately, Ragnis agreed with my explanation and let go of his attachment to Laika. I don’t know if it’s because of my mood, but it seemed that her gestures to see us off were much more comfortable than when I first saw them.

“…write.”

But even after leaving the mansion, I couldn’t shake off the suspicious feeling, so I went into a dark alleyway and put my hand on Laika’s head to inject magic power into it.

[Ong oh ok?]

I made some adjustments, remembering the last time I was lying down because I was too full.

“Hey. Think about it with your smarter head. Do you really think Ragnis’ condition improved just by holding you?”

I crouched down in front of that guy and asked him quietly while stroking his hair. Laika, who rolled her eyes as if thinking about something, replied with a small nod.

[I think there is a possibility. Do you remember the first time the owner met Leica? You forcibly saved the thief halfway.]

“It’s sick. Isn’t that dangerous?”

[Wouldn’t it be dangerous if it stayed the same? It was a kind of recovery ability, but since it was based on the blood of the victims, it had the disadvantage of being accompanied by side effects unique to blood magic.]

“Leaving your mind off and going wild?”

[that’s right! They come in many forms, but they usually appear that way! But now, the master’s magic is the base, so even if it’s implied, there are no side effects!]

“…Are you sure?”

[Are you sure! However, in order for the owner to understand, you need to explain everything about blood magic to properly explain the cause of the side effects!]

There are humans who have to listen to dogs for explanations because they do not understand the principles of magic that even dogs understand. Even that’s me. No matter how much Laika is not an ordinary dog, it is a very difficult situation to understand.

“Can’t you explain it simply?” [Side effects come from the poisoning of the user due to blood energy

that has not yet been purified during the process of resentment and magical action contained in the blood!]

I understand that it is a story that the side effects have naturally disappeared since I replaced it with magical power.”

[that’s right! The owner is smart!]

There are people who are praised for being smart by their dogs. that’s me again Wouldn’t this guy be smarter than humans as he gradually consumes more mana? Even now it contains temporary cleverness?

Even though I had such a dark imagination, I explained it well, so I stroked the neck of the guy who was wagging his tail as if to ask for praise, and got up from the seat. Fortunately, in the meantime, it didn’t happen that I was mistaken for a madman talking to a dog in an alleyway.

“Hey, big fellow. Are you a guillotine?”

It’s just that the guys who approached at some point blocked both sides of the alley and surrounded them.

The guy with the biggest rice cake stick and the long cut on his savage face asked me with an unsuitable smile, so I answered with a stretch.

“Oh, that’s right. I’m going to Guillotine Eldmia.”

“It’s useless to pretend… eh? Is that right?”

I was in a good mood before, so I was trying to get over it in a good way. Even in a normal mood, I didn’t intend to show mercy like that, so I lightly cleared my throat and asked a proper question this time.

“What are you doing bothering me from earlier?”

“Ha, this is a funny bastard. He said he didn’t say anything and took it off and made my kids not even eat porridge properly…” ”

Say it right. They only let me eat porridge. I didn’t even tear off my jawline, so why can’t I eat porridge?”

Despite the fact that he calmly corrected the wrong information, the rice cake stand’s expression crumpled. Not only the silky guy, but all the guys around him started to react badly.

“Look at this crazy bastard, he’s full of confidence. A mere young bastard can’t see anything after meeting well at a party, right?”

“You guys who can’t even use a word have fallen for their ranks. Do you guys have no ears to listen to gossip or no brain…” Before I could finish my words, the

tteokdae, who had been frowning, suddenly smiled fiercely next to me. hit the wall of the building.

-Kooung!

The fist that was swung without a gauntlet left a stamp on the wall, like leaving a mark on a cardboard box. At the same time, giggles began to erupt from the surroundings, and the rice cake drumstick opened its mouth again with a triumphant smile.

“What? A waste class that can’t even use an aura? Try saying it again?”

I didn’t have to say it again. Instead, I swung my fist and hit the wall.

– Kwagagak!

There is no heavy shock that resonates around like the punch of a rice cake stick. However, with a single hook that was as light as a jab, a deep groove was dug in the wall, and I looked up at him, expressing my condolences to the poor citizen whose house was damaged by boasting of his strength.

“…uh?”

He and the others behind him were experiencing cognitive dissonance with their eyes wide open and nailed to a groove in the wall, so I opened my mouth first and helped them come to their senses.

“I’ll correct it. The idiot who can barely use a dusty aura has gone crazy after class. Do you guys have no ears to listen to rumors or no brains?”

“Uh…? Huh? How? Huh?”

“It was without a brain.”

I felt very sorry for the owner of the building, but just that one use of force made my job very easy. Tteokdae, who had not yet come to his senses in the midst of striding closer, began to roll his eyes eagerly in a cold sweat only after I had reached right in front of him.

“I ask you one last time. Who are you to bother me from earlier?”

He still couldn’t answer, and I punched him in the throat, blaming my own stupidity for choosing the wrong person to talk to.

“Yup!”

The four or five adventurers who were blocking the alleyway hesitated and retreated just by the collapse of the rice cake stand that had fainted along with a bloody shriek. Even if you try hard to roll your head while watching the obvious reaction, you can’t guess their intentions and identities at all.

I’ve heard of some adventurers with well-established careers running their own guilds like some kind of service company to get work done professionally.

However, that expression is a service company. Usually, it is more like a group of senior adventurers who are retired, raising the survival rate of new adventurers and supporting them with a stable income while also preparing for their old age. Outside of the capital, real raw meat is a very rare form that can only be found in hunting cities located in the middle of the Demonic Realm where adventurers operate as a base.

Not only does it collaborate with the adventurer’s guild, but it’s run very neatly because if you get involved in dirty work for no reason, your flat retirement life can be twisted.

“The world is so unreasonable. An idiot who can’t speak properly knows how to use it. Isn’t it?”

As I have been living in the capital for about two years, I am somewhat familiar with such a group. I just didn’t care because I had nothing to do with kite.

However, no matter how much I looked back, there were no rumors circulating that he acted like a gangster like this.

However, I decided not to be particularly sorry or obsessed with my lack of knowledge. Instead, he looked around at the guys who were still confused about whether to run away or run together.

“What about you guys? Are you the type who can’t use auras but speak well, or are you the type who can use auras and speak well?”

They may be idiots who can’t do both, but whatever.

If you knock on it, the answer will come.