Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 267

“Cheryl. It’s your turn.”

Seeing Eldmia calling her name so naturally, the students looked at the two in turn, feeling more amazement than they had felt during the sparring that Griffith had just shown them.

Everyone knew that Eldmia lived with the Ogatorf family, but that was a butler-master relationship. Since I was in the position of a teaching assistant, not a professor, I knew that I would be called with respect. In the first place, it was a relationship between aristocrats and commoners, and no matter how unwritten the academy was, I never imagined that it would be so easy to call it.

However, as always, Cheryl stood up to the arena, maintaining her usual state with little emotional change. The students couldn’t tell if such a call was natural or if he was hiding his embarrassment with his characteristic poker face.

“Have your skills improved?”

“of course.”

No one doubted Eldmia’s skills anymore. Students rather had different expectations.

How far will Cheryl be able to bring out Eldmia’s original skills? Even after over an hour of continuous sparring, Eldmia, who was still calm, stroked her chin for a while and continued.

“Come to think of it, the professor said. He wants me to use all the means I have to deal with him.”

Questions began to swirl among the students at the remark as if they had not used all the means at hand so far.

He was a human who had helplessly defeated all of the wizard’s high-speed casting and anti-knight magic. Are there still hidden weapons for humans who even ignored memorization thrown by some students in close combat? Ah, but since you’re Professor Legneva’s disciple, can you use magic?

Eldmia smiled for the first time and said.

“Leica, come here.”

And at that call, the dog, which had cleverly overturned the hourglass until now, panted and ran to Eldmia’s feet. Half of her was dismayed by that figure, and the other half began to look at Eldmia with eyes that said she had seen a brutal animal abuser like no other in the world, but he didn’t care and waved to Griffith.

“Greewils. You flip the clock this time.”

“Ah, yes…”

Even Griffith looked at Leica with a puzzled look, but what can I do? If it’s black, you have to While Griffith held the hourglass, a whistle sounded in Cheryl’s ears, who was looking into the eyes of the clear-eyed Laika with a strange look. Thinking that Eldmia was simply trying to draw her attention, Cheryl moved her gaze to him and furrowed her eyebrows at the strange object spinning and flying around Eldmia.

“…what else is that?”

Eldmia, who glanced at the object that looked like a twisted knitting needle, replied with a smile.

“My means. Laika, just press enough to avoid getting hurt.”

The dog understands that command? Cheryl’s doubts dissipated with the sound of Griffith turning the hourglass over.

As if the short whistling sound was a signal, the Leica and the suspicious needle flew toward Cheryl at the same time.

“You ghastly!”

“I think it’s like a spirit. Then it’s not mean, right?”

I thought it was right, but I had no choice but to put it in my mouth this time. It wasn’t because of Eldmia’s viciousness of taking a cute dog as hostage, but because that gentle-looking dog attacked at a speed that an ordinary dog would never be able to. Quickly realizing that the speed of the projectile and Laika were not the same, Cheryl waited for the two until the last minute, then struck the needle like lightning and swung her sword at Laika as if it were bouncing.

“You may get hurt!”

“bruise!”

This is no ordinary dog. Even with that certainty, a slight hesitation followed in swinging the sword. But in the end, beasts are afraid of pain. Attacking to avoid fatal wounds, the finely-swinged sword created unexpected resistance and noise so that the dog could retrieve the sword immediately if the dog retreated.

– Kaang!

“uh?”

When the blade touched the soft brown fur of the dog he held in his arms and even stroked, it made an inexplicable metallic sound. Then, ignoring her own sword attack, Eldmia rushed in front of Sheryl, whose posture was disturbed by Laika’s attempt to headbutt her body.

“Am I doing it because I deserve it?”

With a strangely laughing voice, Cheryl barely blocked the swinging sword and stepped back, but Eldmia didn’t give it a chance.

-Piik!

whistle. As Sheryl tried to reflexively look at Laika, the scene from earlier flashed through her mind.

The Leica responded a little late to the whistle. Rather, it was the needle that moved at the same time as the whistling sound…

-Chang!

“I’m out of my mind!”

As Laika cuts off the invisible needle flying toward her with a narrow margin, Eldmia’s sword strikes aim at Sheryl’s leg and is swung to completely destroy her disheveled stance. Cheryl gritted her teeth at the experience that literally made her eyes spin. I’ve dealt with wizards and elementalists, but this is on a different level!

“Of course it should.”

More than anything else, the one who hated it was Eldmia, who was still smiling. While laughing as if he was playing a joke on himself, each sword attack was fierce. I tried to mix the sword once just in case to spill the attack, but it was only pushed back because it was pushed in as it was.

This was the biggest difficulty when dealing with Eldmia. It is not easy to let go of a swung sword, apart from swordsmanship.

Eldmia’s sword did not shake easily, as if Griffith’s attack was rather bounced off. It’s obvious how ignorantly he trains, the next attack will follow, so he tries to counterattack after spilling it to the side somehow, but it is in vain like water sprinkled on a rock.

That alone is annoying, but dogs and flying throwing weapons. You’re going to learn magic soon?

-Pip!

Responding to the whistle, he turned his gaze to the position he had identified in advance, but the needle was just floating in the air. So what the hell…

“I never said there was only one.”

Even though she was holding the weight, she turned her head in response to the nasty voice, and another needle was spinning around Eldmia.

“…How many are there?”

“well?”

I felt like I was running out of power. In the midst of trying to keep up with swordsmanship, I just thought it was really too much. How long will it take to overcome all of that and defeat Eldmia? I don’t think 5 years would be enough.

“By the way, when I fought Siegfried, I didn’t have a Leica or this one.”

“Who is Siegfried?”

At Cheryl’s reflexive question, Eldmia relaxed for a moment and laughed. That alone showed Cheryl wasn’t going to be too happy with the words coming out of his mouth…

“Brave.”

…and it actually was.

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In the end, Cheryl lasted 3 minutes without collapsing once.

Should I say that he looks like a class senior? Even with a face full of dissatisfaction, he quickly grasped the monotonous linear pattern of needles, focused only on the needle and Leica, caught up with the feeling, and quickly adapted and swung the sword. At the end, I caught myself holding a pommel with one hand, which I had never shown before, and even imitated a horizontal cut, and caught myself off guard. It was a ridiculous adaptability to the point where I wondered if this was a genius sense.

To be honest, I tried to make fun of it by giving it a feeling of unfairness by moderately pressing it, but it wasn’t very easy. At the end, if Laika hadn’t thrown a whole body headbutt into the field, it would have been over 3 minutes, but there’s no doubt. I am a man who keeps what I said.

“Excellent.”

Professor Luvis, who watched everything without saying a word, gave a concise but clear evaluation. He concluded the class by explaining the students’ wrong habits and regrets instead of me, who could only fight with a smile of satisfaction.

“If you live in too much pride, your ears will be cut. Don’t forget that there is always a stomach. Other grades will be holding the same class, so if you are interested, you can watch it.”

I don’t know if the nuance alone was enough to understand or if it was just the words he lived in, but no one was puzzled by the elves’ proverb.

After class like that, I had to do my best to dodge Cheryl, who, as it was natural, rushed at me and tried to kick me for my shin.

“Uh huh. Are you trying to beat your assistant because you lost a bit in Dalian? This is an abuse of status.”

“Stop talking nonsense! What is that strange needle and what is Leica? Why is it only me who is having a hard time!”

“Now it’s time to start responding with something other than swordsmanship. Besides, do you think it would have been easier if you only did swordsmanship? You’re smart, but your body is still quite stupid, right?”

Seeing as Laika jumped and jumped in between us, taking our attack and evasion as a joke, in the end, avoiding it came to a limit, so I took advantage of the opportunity to evolve it into Long Cat Cheryl, and after standing at a distance for a while, Cheryl’s anger subsided. .

“It’s because this is all for you in the long run. Shouldn’t you use it only after someone from the Ogatorv family is accused of being highly evaluated through your personal connections?”

“I’m already highly rated enough, even if you don’t.”

It’s not exactly wrong, but it was losing if I admitted it, so I vehemently denied her claim. It was obvious that if I said that I missed seeing you being unfair, I would not be able to handle it.

“Oh, Cheryl? Have you heard anything about the Headquarters of the Holy Cross?”

“suddenly?”

“I was going to ask, but I forgot.”

It was a question I asked because I thought I might know some gossip about it when I was at the academy. It takes a long time for detailed stories about big events like the purge of the church to spread to the general public. After annoyed in the state of long cat Cheryl, Cheryl rolled her eyes for a while and thought about it.

“I heard that the Imperial Warriors went on an expedition in cooperation with the church members to exterminate the demons that had infiltrated the Holy Light Cross. Thanks to that, I even heard that the city was no longer a joke, but it’s already been a week, so I don’t know how much progress has been made. . Why do you ask?”

“There was something that sprinkled ground rice on the hero, so if he had done that, he would definitely come to brag about it, but there was no news.”

“…?”

Well, if there was a serious problem, Esmue would have contacted me.

Recalling the old adage that no news is good news, I decided to focus on making fun of Cheryl.