Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 271

The students, who were engrossed in the atmosphere no different from a festival in the midst of welcoming the brave Siegfried with a grand welcome, belatedly came to their senses and began to grasp the situation. In fact, it was a very pitiful act to call it a grasp of the situation. All I could do was stand there with the thought stopped, rub my eyes, and watch the conversation between Siegfried and Eldmia without any distance.

It was only after Siegfried complained of injustice for a long time that he finally calmed down when his head stopped at the bizarre sight unfolding before his eyes. Eldmia asked a question calmly as she watched Siegfried start to eat the food that Eldmia had brought beforehand.

“Don’t you think it was a good thing to go?”

It was a word that was very much out of the general sense for saying it as if it was really insignificant. Siegfried was not a person who came to visit a tourist attraction, but a person who had returned from a battle with a powerful demon who had brought the danger of corruption to the depths of a church that boasted a long history.

A devil is a devil no matter what anyone says. You don’t have to see with your own eyes to see how dangerous even the most common goblin is, a malevolent creature that defies the will of the gods while threatening people. Not a single one is formidable, from demons with strong practical force to demons that confuse evil schemes and magic. It is not yet known what the battle at the Headquarters of the Holy Cross was like, but it must have been enough to write a heroic epic.

Contrary to the sudden hardening of the students’ faces, who thought that talking so lightly about an arduous battle where life and death must have unfolded so lightly was a level of absurdity that they would have nothing to say even if they were hit immediately, Siegfried, who was chewing chicken with a sullen expression, responded that it was really not a big deal. showed up and nodded.

“Yeah fuck, let’s say we do comparisons later. It was a good experience.”

“The devil I dealt with had a knack for stunning people with anti-force. The deeper your faith, the easier it was for you to take an attack. How was the warrior?”

“He was a crazy bastard who stretched out dirty tentacles for his proud taste. There is a saying that the higher the level of demons, the more obsessed they are with humanoid bodies, but they say they are stronger than those who don’t. It doesn’t work. It didn’t have the mental attack you were talking about, but it was physically annoying.”

The two of them talking naturally, as if they were reviewing after finishing work just a while ago, was as foreign as the content of their conversation. One of the students, who had been quietly moving around Siegfried and Eldmia with a tray as naturally as possible, eventually couldn’t stand it and asked his friend quietly.

“If it’s a demon… it’s no exaggeration to say that it’s an achievement in life…?”

The students who picked up the small murmur agreed silently, but the two who were actually having a conversation didn’t seem to agree. Unlike the first meeting, the full-fledged story continued very dryly and like a really trivial story. Just a moment ago, they were arguing like children about whose by-product was bigger, but now they were exchanging information with the most serious faces in the world, so even Cheryl and Griffith, who were watching from the side, were distracted.

Are you having a good relationship or pretending to be good? Either that or the fact that the relationship was not very good, I had no idea.

“Brother. To be honest, you’re very curious about how your brother caught that demon.”

“Is that so.”

“Isn’t my younger sister also vaguely guessing that it’s not something that can be passed on with such a bland reaction? My dragon slayer suddenly became the Holy Sword of the Holy Light Cross to catch that bastard. I just dodge it.”

When Siegfried stretched out his hand into the air, space split open and a huge stick-like handle protruded. It was no exaggeration to say that what was caught in his hand and pulled out of space was a great sword of ignorant size that was too large to be called a sword. Siegfried leaned against the table, handling the weapon as lightly as a longsword, with admiration that it would have to be of that size to slay a dragon.

“It’s so familiar and natural that my younger brother is competent, so my older brother didn’t want to be surprised at all, but this time it was a bit strange. They said he caught the holy relic bomb the church gave him or something without using it?”

“It was. I didn’t write it exactly.”

“By what number?”

Eldmia, who answered with the attitude of simply telling the truth, continued her meal with a sad expression, but did not answer Siegfried’s questions. Even after a minute or two passed, he just ate and stared at Siegfried as if he had no intention of answering. Cold sweat began to flow from the backs of those who tried to break the ambiguous atmosphere that filled the restaurant and enjoy dinner and quietly listen to the two of them.

Siegfried, the warrior of the Empire, is also famous for his dog-like personality. Aside from making achievements worthy of a warrior, the general evaluation of those around him was that he was an extreme single-minded general. The eccentricity of that man, like a ball that never knows where to bounce, whose moods come and go based on completely unpredictable standards, has spread to some extent, if not all.

But, of course, the person on the other side, refusing to answer, was Eldmia. A living, breathing typhoon and guillotine that recently shook the capital of Ethiel. No matter how positively he tried to think of a man who was not only very clear about his standards and goodness, but also had the skills to not bend those firm standards, Siegfried and Siegfried were not compatible.

Didn’t it even say that a hero had already lost once in the Empire? It wouldn’t be strange if they were close to each other and had a rematch right here.

“Have something to eat.”

The problem was that in that case, no one could stop it.

“Ayy. Do you really want to do this?”

So, when Siegfried grumbled, a heavy silence settled in the dining room again.

At least it was a misunderstanding that would not have happened if Eldmia had pretended to be kind and pretend to be a knight like when she was in the empire, but Eldmia had no intention of being considerate of her surroundings or breaking the concept she was maintaining.

“You know I would have told you right away if it was going to help.”

“Why are you hiding it so tightly? I’m very curious.”

“The number of spleens is not normally told to anyone.”

That was it. Siegfried used arrogance as if he was going to die of curiosity, but in the end he didn’t ask any more.

Griffith, who looked at Cheryl’s corners of her mouth wriggling and trying to go up at Eldmia’s answer, took advantage of the gap between the two of them to finish their conversation and came in, naturally mingling their words.

“I thought that Assistant Professor Ega’s stiff attitude was to alert the students, but it seems that wasn’t the case.

All the students who sat around and listened to the conversation between the two admired Griffith’s courage. At that level, it was right to be courageous beyond shameless. If it were them, they would have carefully picked up the tray and moved away, but instead, they took a step forward! Siegfried, who had been staring blankly at Griffith’s smiling face, opened his mouth.

“I’m so sorry to say this in the first meeting, but you look like a black man. Who are you?”

“Yes? Uh, that’s Grewils, warrior. As the heir to a small guild, he’s learning at the Royal Academy.”

“Is it a secret which guild is by any chance?”

“yes?”

Seeing that Griffith’s face, which always smiled at the strange questions and conversations she had never experienced before, was stained with embarrassment, Eldmia tore the bread she was eating and threw it at Siegfried.

Unlike the onlookers who could not even breathe because the atmosphere that seemed to be slightly relaxed at that rude act seemed to freeze again, Siegfried giggled as he lightly took the piece of bread that flew at him.

“What else are you talking about?”

“Oh, there’s something like that. From a physiognomy perspective, is this kind of friend the dark side of the case?”

“Stop talking nonsense to a friend who is twice as faithful as the warrior and feed him.”

“Oh! You remember Bob? He’s sincere anyway? How do you know?”

“I practiced for a while because of class. Swordsmanship was so standard that even the warrior had to watch and learn it. Again, even the warrior had to watch and learn.”

“Oh, really. After that, I’m learning swordsmanship hard!”

Only then did the students realize. That the pressure they were feeling was just an illusion. A sigh of relief came out of the students who found a humane friendship between the two figures of far-flung and famous. Now, at least, it seems that the indigestion caused by anxiety is gone.

“It’s nice to see you full of confidence. I haven’t been moving much lately, so I was thinking of going for a walk.

“…No, it’s not like I’m proud to show it off just yet…”

“Hero-nim was originally embarrassed to show it anywhere, so don’t take it out. It’s disgusting again.”

Nevertheless, they had no choice but to stick their tongue out at Eldmia’s attitude of confidently having an unconventional conversation that exceeded their common sense.