Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 284

‘It’s Eldmia. I’m explaining it because you really have no idea how strange this is right now, so listen carefully.’

As I descended the passage, it became dark, and as I reached the enchanted realm, I felt my vision gradually brighten, reminding me of Seneran’s advice that had made me a latecomer.

‘Majanggeum is a magic tool by itself. Because it was made to respond to mana. It can be said that it is surprising enough that you overlay it with magical power or blow it into the air, but it is still close to the realm of being theoretically possible.’

It seems that it has almost come down, so I lightly jumped down and looked around, and the surroundings are quiet. I could only feel the echo of the cave, but I couldn’t feel any signs of abnormality, so I pulled out the needle, left a mark indicating that I was headed for the passage on the left, and moved on.

‘But using magic to intervene with other people or objects is a different matter.’

Seneran in my memory had the most serious expression in the world. It was the same for Master, so I could intuit that she wasn’t wrong. But guessing and understanding are two different things. I had no choice but to react as if I had been told that work plus work and 1 + 1 are different things.

‘…why is that different?’

Right now, even ordinary swords have differences in durability, but it reminded me of how they were able to handle magic to some extent, so Seneran did not close his eyes tightly or hit his forehead as if he had seen the most stupid guy in the world. Instead, with infinite seriousness, I came up with an example that I could understand.

‘Did you know that the human body is mostly made up of water?’

‘Yeah… I know that.’

‘Then why can’t people who can use water-attribute magic touch the moisture in the human body?’

‘…uh?’

The process of moving is calm, examining the traces in the aisle, distinguishing the latest from the old, and making sure there are no marks left by traitors. In the stillness I hadn’t seen in a very long time, I was still tracking as I was accustomed to, but I thought back to Seneran’s last advice.

‘It’s an example I gave you to understand, but in fact, this much is not enough. I’ll explain it properly when I get there, so don’t use it in a place where other people can see it.’

‘I have to use this unconditionally when the devil comes out…’

‘Iik! Then at least don’t wear it in front of wizards or priests! It’s not at the level of going through a trick like a needle! ‘

On the one hand, I thought that if I pretended to be a sound-speed foot sword technique, it would be plausible, but I didn’t dare to say it. Not only was it certain that if I watched Seneran play any more, I wouldn’t end up 5 minutes late, but I also didn’t want to react like an old man who ignores expert advice. But I don’t know if I can fully follow Seneran’s advice. Right now, Eselua, the wizard of the Holy Spirit of the Empire, is holding out, and if I remember correctly, the 4th and 5th ranks were also magicians.

In the end, in a situation where I had no choice but to move on my own, I prayed to Epaga that I could start by killing at least all the bastards related to the devil as soon as possible.

“Hmm… I think they’re right, given that they haven’t dried up yet.”

The dirt footprints left clumsy in the shape of shoes were damp even considering the underground conditions. Are you digging a hole somewhere? Unless somewhere in the underground waterway had collapsed, I hadn’t had to walk around with dirt feet like this, so I was a bit puzzled.

However, apart from the troubled head, the body prepared in advance so that it could easily draw the sword, and then followed in the invisible footsteps.

If you follow me, you will know.

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When she first set foot in the underground waterway, Sheryl honestly thought that the saintess of the Holy Spirit of the Empire would not be of much help. Since they showed a dangerous appearance while trembling from start to finish, I couldn’t help but trust them even if they were a group of warriors. Even the hero was consistent with a squeamish attitude and did not even tell her to speak, so Cheryl was moving without knowing any of the party members’ names.

It’s ambiguous to ask first, because the other person is a saint and a member of the warrior’s party. Sheryl kept a close eye on the uneasy saintess, thinking that the aristocratic manner, in which it was not polite to ask first unless someone of high status asked, was very annoying.

However, contrary to her expectations, the saintess was a very unusual person.

“This way. I can feel the intimacy.”

As for what is so scary, there is no hesitation in acting while trembling like an aspen tree, and it does its job, including guarding the sandbar. Rather, in terms of proficiency, it was better than 4th and 6th places whose names were unknown. Are you familiar with this kind of thing? It didn’t take long for the saintess, who was simply regarded as a portable potion for treatment, to appear as a normal person.

“It’s very… feeble. At the same time, it spreads in many directions. Are you preparing a summoning circle?”

Even then, just hearing that trembling voice seemed to melt away the faith she had developed little by little, but Cheryl decided not to care because it was important to be able to do her part anyway. The elf pondered for a moment at the saintess’ question and answered.

“I think the time to prepare for that is tight. It hasn’t been long since they’ve been chased by us.

The answer given by the elf, who was holding a longsword and shield while wearing light armor that was as comfortable as possible, was certainly valid, but it was also an opinion that overlooked Envelde, who was involved in many incidents. Sheryl thought it wouldn’t be strange if Envelde had some sort of deal with the devil worshipers, and it wouldn’t be strange if they had some spells in store to cause chaos in the event of a rebellion.

Sheryl, who was worried about whether she could say this to the two people from different countries, no matter how brave they were, shook her head briefly and said to them.

“If you’ve allied yourself with a dead traitor, you might have prepared it ahead of time. It would have been the perfect condition to cause chaos during a rebellion.”

He was reluctant to talk about the kingdom’s internal circumstances, but he had come this far anyway, and it was new that he cared about such things. I didn’t like the idea of wasting time by hiding information at my convenience from the position of receiving help, so Cheryl corrected the points the two of them missed by reconciling their opinions several times after that.

It wasn’t exactly what she intended, but it caused the evaluation of Cheryl to rise considerably among the two.

“At this time of chaos due to the demons, it is truly terrible that there is a possibility that he would join hands with the demons and try to cause a rebellion.”

“It’s all about self-interest. Come to think of it, you seem to be close with Eldmia-sama. Do you know each other well?”

‘…sir?’

He tilted his head at the unexpected title of honor and looked at the elf for a moment, but she just waited for an answer as she responded that she did not feel any discomfort with her remarks. what?

“…Yes, I’ve been living in my family for about two years.”

While answering, I noticed moderately, but the elf showed only a reaction of saying that it was just so, and did not show any interest. Thinking that maybe because he was an acquaintance of Asilier, he might have used an honorific title to show respect for her, and decided to focus only on moving by following the instructions of the saintess.

Even though it was an underground waterway, there was nothing special about it, but it was a space that made me uncomfortable. There were times when Eldmia and I went into dungeons to ask for adventurers, but even though it was a musty and messy hideout of goblins, it wasn’t this unpleasant. I turned my head, but the 4th and 6th who remained vigilant did not seem to feel anything.

“Saintess? Strangely, the air is heavy and I feel uncomfortable…” Feelings

of displeasure crept up to the point where I got angry without even realizing it, and when I spoke to the saintess, I got an unexpected response.

“Oh, you seem to be very sensitive. Please wait a moment.”

As soon as the startled saintess offered an abbreviated prayer in the style of the Imperial Spiritual Assembly, the displeasure disappeared like a lie, and Cheryl forgot to even manage her expression and was shocked. Looking at her like that, the saintess gave a small smile and explained while twirling her index finger in empty space.

“Sometimes there are people who are sensitive to the presence of demon worshipers. It’s not particularly dangerous or cursed, but it’s very annoying.”

“…It doesn’t do any damage, but it feels like I’m losing something to be so unpleasant.”

“It’s because I’m not used to it. Among the Paladins, there are people who have that feeling. Once you get used to it, you feel it in a different form that stimulates the five senses, and they say that the discomfort is drastically reduced.”

I never thought that I would feel this kind of feeling in my lifetime, so the elf, who had been looking at Cheryl in a similarly curious manner during a moment of panic, suddenly blocked the saintess’s mouth.

“there is.”

With just that little word, everyone understood the situation and lowered their stance. As soon as the elf’s ears twitched as she took her hand away from the saintess, everyone waited with even their breathing held back.

“Damn it. I know about two of them talking to each other, but I’m not sure about the rest.”

“That’s why, I’m telling you to train well. Why don’t elves learn elves’ skills that others can’t learn even if they pay money…” In a rather dull

conversation, Cheryl thought that there might be a flaw in the elves, not the saints. and pulled out the sword.

“Saint, can you tell if there is a devil?”

“Oh, no. There are no demons. The devil worshipers are very far away, so it’s likely they’re traitors.”

“Then I’ll go in first, so I’ll ask for cover.”

“Yes? Ha, but it can be dangerous…”

“Not dangerous.”

In fact, I didn’t even need cover, but I just said it because it didn’t seem polite to just run away.

Sheryl was not easy enough to lose to a student who was not even a professor.