Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 25

Where is it?

A commander’s tent in the campsite of the self-proclaimed ‘Lavien Marshal Guard’ built outside Ogwen.

Who am I?

Overwhelmed by the atmosphere, Eldmia, the jjuguri, was dragged away without making a sound at Ragnis’ coercive attitude to accompany her.

no, does this make sense? The real face of the girl named Ragnis I knew was nowhere to be found, and she was just an aristocrat. Does early education for aristocrats start from the age of one? I was scared to the point where I couldn’t understand how he had been hiding such an atmosphere for so long.

The carriage escorted by the soldiers was to take Ragnis. As if no words were needed other than a suffocating greeting, I trembled, wondering if I was being dragged into the carriage by Ragnis and kidnapped all the way to the capital, but fortunately I didn’t. After hearing the story, it is said that he will stay for about three days in order to receive supplies in the city and receive a report on the previous abduction.

There were five people on horseback, but only two were now accompanying them. Master of Sir Ekaf and Ragnis. In reality, these two represented the escort. Others seemed to be adjutants.

They wanted to hear about the past incident directly from Ragnis. That meant not only the kidnapping of Delt, but also the entire footsteps of Ragnis since the Margrave’s estate was destroyed. Ragnis, who had spent time waiting for the escort in anticipation of this, locked himself in a room and organized the story, was very neat and clear. He organized the events and told the story.

It was only after it was sorted out once that the conversation began to come and go on a private topic.

“I never imagined that the Marquis would be in Ogwen.”

I sat there like a sack of barley that I had borrowed for a long time, afraid to even go to the bathroom, sipping tea carefully. I was confused because I didn’t know why I had to be here, but they talked among themselves as if they didn’t care about poor Eldmia. In fact, I was told by Ragnis in advance that this would be the case and that this was a bit of an unavoidable etiquette when conversing between nobles and non-nobles.

The king’s 3 swords and one of the knight commanders of the kingdom’s knights, Ekaf Tsusin Ogatorp, is said to have had a long-standing relationship with the Margrave of Lavien. The previous Margrave was the first person to warn of the change in the Demon King’s Army, and it was Ekaf who raised his voice together while properly considering and accepting such an ancestor’s claim. Naturally, there was no choice but to come and go more often.

It’s embarrassing to say it’s thanks to them, but it seems that the relationship wasn’t light enough to confidently claim that he was taking part in this movement.

“After taking care of myself, I came this far. Sir Ekaf was also the place where I met six years ago, right?”

Six years is the time when our village was destroyed, so did you ever visit to investigate? Looking back on my memory, no one had ever come to the village, so I might have stayed at Ogwen to see the situation.

Ekaf didn’t say anything and only agreed with Ragnis’ words with a light nod. He wondered if he had touched something inconvenient, but Ragnis didn’t care at all and moved the topic to his master. They already knew each other, and the main story of this story was them, so the story just progressed without even introducing themselves.

Also, there was no place for me to intervene. This is the moment when I miss Asillie so much.

“I will repay the grace that Master has helped for his lacking disciple throughout my life.”

“There is nothing like that in a teacher-teacher relationship.”

He was an old man who was a true natural born wizard himself, with white hair and long beard, but instead of a conical hat and robe, he was wearing leather armor that looked sturdy at first glance and a cape with a hood, several medicine bottles in his belt, and a magic book that was vague to be called a long sword. He had an unconventional appearance with a one-handed sword and a staff.

It was a look that I wondered if a wizard fighting on the battlefield would have, but the old man who can feel the years on his face is maintaining his ignorant rice cake stand like a macho bodybuilder, so I am terrified. If you wear a pair of sunglasses, it will look very good.

He was one of the few great battle mages who gave off a combative atmosphere that seemed to be written as old and read as surviving. It wasn’t a joke that he was so intimidating that a lot of guys would immediately lower their eyes if they ran into him on the street, and he was a very common-sense person, even though his tone was like that.

“Even the laws of the kingdom do not distinguish us as others. In the end, if we were like family, how could we have done our work in return for a reward from you?

He seems to value physical education more than theoretical education, but he is so zealous in discovering outstanding people and nurturing disciples by selling his own talents. While admiring it inwardly, the old man began to speak while looking at me unlike the others.

“Rather, I have to repay the favor to that young man who helped you. I’m late in greeting, but please understand that the formality of nobles is a bit like that. He is Ragnis’ magic teacher and the owner of a modest bookstore.”

“My name is Eldmia Ega. You seem to like books quite a bit, don’t you?”

“Huh? Ahahaha! That’s right. You’re a warrior.”

Isn’t that the library I know? Seeing that the idea and the fact that it is a warrior are confirmed, is it a mage’s slang? I was puzzled at the same time, but Ragnis immediately added an explanation next to me.

“Magicians call their private research labs bookstores. The name of the building in the Wizards’ Association is the Magic Library.”

It seems that the structure of the mage tower or something you only see in novels. Still, Radnell Vandes, who laughed cheerfully when he understood, thought that the job of a wizard is the same as living with books.

“By the way…you must be still young, but it’s amazing. Are you going to be an adult this year too?”

“There are still two years left.”

“Huh. 14 years old? Isn’t Ekaf the same age as your daughter?”

“…you’re right.”

While answering briefly, probably because he was simply the type of person who didn’t speak much, Ekaf began to look closely at me as if he was interested. It was Radnell Vandes who continued the story.

“It’s surprising that Delt, who would have been too dead to burn, was killed in one blow, but what a madman! A pulpit where you can jump from dragon to dragon without any magical help?! Did you have the courage to do that?”

“It’s too high, so I just thought the drake pilot would be able to help because I had room to fall.”

“Hahaha! No matter how you look at this, it seems that the Imperial Spiritual Assembly chose the wrong hero!”

Even the sound of real laughter is enough to believe that it is a barbarian, not a wizard. Aren’t all wizards in this world actually like that? Except for Asilie and a visitor I saw briefly when I was young, I have never met a wizard in person, so I should be able to know.

“Of course, that’s surprising, but killing four of the henchmen that Delt brought along is something that can’t be easily overlooked. He said he had the skills to pass even the knight test. Did he already awaken his Aura at that age?”

“No. It was just luck. It’s embarrassing to even call it a skill because everything depended on luck.”

An Auror user can recognize an Auror user. Ragnis also knew that, so he reacted very suspiciously when I told a lie like this, but when Ekaf didn’t say anything, he was even more puzzled and didn’t say anything.

“He’s humble. But his trained body is extraordinary. Who taught him?”

“I have an elven adventurer whom I met when I was young as my teacher.”

“Elf? I don’t mean to disrespect elves, but I’ve never seen a muscular elf like you.”

“Physical training, it’s just a coincidence.”

“Huh. If you find out that there is a body that will become like that, all the knights will wail.”

Whether it’s because he’s not a noble, or if it’s because of his original personality, he doesn’t hesitate to talk about the person next to him who is the leader of a knights’ order. And as if he was used to such outspoken words and actions, Ekaf, who was worried and didn’t care at all, asked me a question.

“I have no choice but to agree with Radnell Vandes-sama’s words. When did you start training?”

“Starting at the age of 8, I have been steadily doing enough to not hinder my growth.”

“8 years old? Are you from a knight’s family?”

As I was about to answer calmly, Ragnis grabbed my hand and put the brakes on me. I looked at it because I wanted something, and she met my eyes once with a very serious expression and answered instead.

“He is the only survivor of the Demon King’s attack six years ago. He has been training to avenge his parents and villagers who passed away.”

“What?!”

“Were there any survivors…?”

Unlike Radnell Vandes, who was shocked and surprised, Ekaf, who only showed a wide-eyed reaction, looked at me with a strange expression.

“…the pantheon.”

“yes?”

“Two tombs built next to the collapsed pantheon. Corpses of thieves. Five? No, six?”

I was genuinely appalled. Is this man a shaman, not a knight? Radnell Vandes and I looked at Ekaf, who was quite taken aback, but he only mumbled with a disbelief look on his face.

“That was you…? No, how could an 8-year-old do that?”

oh my god. Did you come to reconnaissance directly to our village, where the story of coming to Ogwen six years ago was ruined?

When I turned my head to look at Ragnis, her expression hadn’t changed. It was already expected.

She just held my hand, which she had been holding silently, with a little more force.