Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 270

Nobles in another world usually have long meals.

For the common people, it is most often just a matter of nutrition for survival, but nobles eat really leisurely to show off that they do not live under time like common people. Due to the plausible yet foolish logic that being able to eat delicious food warmly and for a long time is one of the proofs of nobility, the average meal time goes past an hour, so we tend to talk a lot during that time. The fact that you waste time like that even when you don’t have anything to say is another thing that makes people breathless… Anyway, that’s how it is.

It was a culture I was not used to, no matter how reincarnated I was, as I went to get a coffee after finishing my meal in 15 minutes in modern times. Of course, that was eating fast enough to be unhealthy, so I’ve changed my eating habits now, but eating for over an hour is hard work in many ways. Like other Auror users, her metabolism is not normal, so even though she eats a lot, the meal is over in about 30 minutes.

“The best thing about the academy is that you don’t have to make your meals unnecessarily long.”

And the same goes for Cheryl.

He also eats so much that I don’t understand how he can fit so much food into his tiny body, but he’s on the side of me who can’t stand long meals. I wondered how a child with knightly lineage could be like that, but after a hypothesis that there might be a serious defect in the sense of taste came up, I began to understand it as it intertwined with each other.

Gourmet is one of the few contents that knights who consider honor and moderation as virtues can enjoy without paying attention to others, but I have no choice but to like it because the tongue is that shape.

“It’s a pity that that good period only has two years left.”

“…I don’t go to the academy for the purpose of eating.”

Griffith, who hesitated briefly as we began to eat the bountiful pile of food after exchanging flirtatious jokes for a while, tried to eat at our pace at first, but then shook his head and gave up, then cleared his throat and started talking. come.

“It seems that Miss Ogatorv and the assistant have a very close relationship.”

I tossed the skinned chicken to Laika, who didn’t really need food, but was greedy about eating it, and after tidying up my thoughts, I praised the guy’s efforts to continue the conversation in a friendly atmosphere and replied with a moderate nod. did.

“The relationship between a servant and an employee is amicable.”

There was a desire to make Cheryl’s unjust violence and behaviors list and embarrass her, but she had to give up because she had already decided to take a blunt concept. If you bring up such a story, you will naturally make fun of the child.

“Honestly, it’s amazing. No matter how friendly I am, I’m very cold.”

“I don’t like it because I think you might have a plan.”

“It’s always like that. As a child of an arms dealer, I just want to have good ties with the knight family, but it’s very unfair.”

Griffith smiled as if he was embarrassed… But to be honest, if I hadn’t seen swordsmanship, I’d have thought of him as a black man, so it was very difficult to take sides. That’s why you can’t tell that your existence itself is a problem with your cliché-like appearance and behavior.

“Just imagine that the child is still young and has no eyes for people.”

“……”

I tried to ignore the reaction of Cheryl, who opened her axe eyes, and Griffith, who shook her head and smiled, and looked around the restaurant pretending to be calm. The restaurant was very lively. The appearance I’ve seen for the past few days was also full of student-like energy, but the tension is so high that I think it’s a bit excessive, whether it’s the power of the super luxurious buffet or the power of the hero’s appearance.

“It’s not an exaggeration to say that this is a festival.”

“Actually, wouldn’t it be a festival? The demon that almost shook a church has been subdued, and a group of warriors are making a heroic return.”

“…I heard that, right?”

Maybe it was because life was so far away and lived so spectacularly, until Griffith said, I had the feeling that there really was nothing special about it other than food.

“My life has been so twisted that I must not have felt much inspiration.”

“You’ve been through a lot…it’s great!”

Fuck! A roar erupted from under the table, loud enough to be heard through the surrounding commotion. When he turned his head, he saw Griffith gritting his teeth and Cheryl glaring at him, and at a glance he knew what he was up to.

“Have you ever seen me care about something like that? Why are you beating a kid?”

“I didn’t hit him. I must have bumped into the table by myself.”

“Spit on your mouth and lie…”

As she clicked her tongue at the excessively shameless Cheryl, the surroundings suddenly became twice as noisy. At the same time, the students rushed toward the entrance of the cafeteria, and Cheryl, who watched them, burst into laughter and said,

“It’s like watching the first day you came.”

hmm. Did you tremble with this shit that day too? I was staring at the crowd at the entrance, which seemed impenetrable, with the impression that the children were full of energy, and soon after, students began to clear the road at a rapid pace, as if an automatic door were opening.

“Aren’t you ashamed in front of the warrior, you guys! Be quiet! Be quiet!”

I think he was a pure swordsmanship professor, but I can’t remember his name. In any case, the students started cheering like crazy, as the shouts of the swordsmanship professor, who boasted of his strong muscles in contrast to his very strict-looking face, were overshadowed.

“A warrior! A warrior! A warrior!”

I don’t know what kind of showmanship Siegfried exhibited at the roar of the academy’s spacious dining room, but sudden cheers resonate. It was a sensibility that was so far away from me, but seeing the reaction of the students who were excited enough to know from afar was something new.

It might just be a pitiful Siegfried to me, but to them, I was eating a chicken leg while looking at the sight that made me realize that it was a living, breathing miracle and hope.

“Eldmia, was the hero strong?”

It’s been a long time since I told Cheryl what happened in the Empire. I know that back then I won without much difficulty. Therefore, this question will not be a simple question of strength and weakness of force.

However, whether it was internal or external, the evaluation I could give was the same.

“I’m inexperienced in many ways…but I was strong.”

Although it may still take time for mankind to become a decisive battle weapon that encompasses swordsmanship, magic, and spiritism, it is true that Siegfried’s mental power is quite strong. If you were forcibly dragged in, you might be crooked enough, but you hold on well, right? If it were me, I would have looked for a way to grab God by the collar first.

“Well, if I work hard, won’t I become a person worthy of a hero?”

“You mean not yet?”

“At least the last time I saw him, he was a little short of a kid.”

After he said it with sincerity and no addition or subtraction, Griffith looked at me and the hero with a very complicated expression.

“Don’t look at it like that. It’s not like we’re on bad terms…”

It was like a friend getting flustered after hearing an accidental curse word, so Boo opened his mouth to explain so that there would be no misunderstanding.

“Brother! Brother is here!”

Siegfried, who spotted me from afar, smiled very happily and waved. In an instant, everyone’s eyes were on me, but the only thing that caught my eye was the by-product of the devil in his hands.

“…because it’s not.”

not small size That said, it’s not overwhelmingly larger than the by-products I sent.

“Hey! Can you see it! This is the by-product of the demon who threw the Holy Cross into chaos!”

The gazes of the people who were stunned by Siegfried’s unexpected move all at once turned to the by-product he was holding. However, Siegfried only runs forward with a bright smile as if he had won. Most people were taken aback by his distancing and disrespectful attitude, but it didn’t matter to him or me in the slightest. This is because he was not interested in those around him who praised him from the beginning, and I was at a crossroads that was far more important than the reactions of those around me.

When I lightly raised my hand, Siegfried quickly tossed the by-product he was holding. It’s thick and heavy in the hand, but it really feels like a dick. That touch is undoubtedly a by-product of the devil.

but.

“…Isn’t it smaller than the one I sent you?”

As soon as I accepted it, I was convinced. Not much different from the by-products I got.

realized at the same time. This means that whoever casts political quality first wins. Unsurprisingly, Siegfried’s face, which had been laughing so hard that his mouth was torn apart at my words, convulsed.

“What? No, no. Don’t talk nonsense dude. Look at it and look at it. It’s so much bigger!”

“Did you get hurt in one eye while fighting the devil? You seem to have lost your sense of perspective.”

If there was a difference that couldn’t be subtracted, he would have had to suffer all sorts of teasing and bragging during this short meeting, but since they were so similar in size that it was impossible to tell them apart unless they were directly compared by putting them on a scale, it is clear that Siegfried was not convinced. After making a quick decision, I decided to throw the devil’s by-products at him again as if it didn’t matter, and drive a wedge.

“If you don’t mind, did you compare?”

“No, don’t do that…! You gave it to the first princess!”

“You didn’t bring it? It’s a pity. The one I sent was definitely bigger.”

Siegfried shouted as he tore his hair in the eyes of Cheryl, who looked at me and Siegfried with strange eyes and Griffith, who seemed puzzled as if he had no idea what the hell was going on.

“Ah!! Are your eyes swollen?”

And I couldn’t find anything to refute, so I laughed inwardly as I watched Siegfried get mad at himself.