Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 31

Adjusting to the Ogathorpe Mansion was easier than I thought.

I think it was great to delete and introduce the part that has been related to Ragnis so as not to be inconsiderate or not paying attention. The overflowing diligence shown after a self-introduction that was resolved to the extent that he accidentally met a child who seemed to have some talent and brought him by chance was enough to win the favor of family members and servants.

With the exception of Cheryl, whom she bumped into very hard, no one disliked Eldmia, a byword for diligence, integrity, and competence.

“It’s chilly.”

It seems that about a year and five months have passed since I was hired by Sir Ekaf. After coming to the capital, around this time of year when winter begins to approach, I remember the first time I met Asilie and feel lonely.

Even though I lived quite hard, I didn’t feel like time passed so quickly this time. Still, there are many things that can be called change.

When he turned 15, he grew a little taller, to the point where no one would believe that he was 15 years old, and he had more muscles and improved his swordsmanship. Learning how to refine the aura and being able to apply it, he achieved great success in using magic more skillfully.

It was possible to know that there were changes not only in me, but also in Asilie through the letters she constantly exchanged. The story that the horse that has been raised for a long time is about to die, the story that I cut my hair a little short, the story that after Alicia’s persistent request, now we are staying together at Alicia’s inn and going to check the cabin from time to time, etc.

I was relieved that all the things we had been talking about since we were 8 were all good things except for today and tomorrow.

The war with the Demon King’s Army has been going on for 7 years, but I think it’s really fortunate that I haven’t heard any bad news.

Most of all, I was most fortunate that the person who destroyed my life wasn’t dead yet.

“Eldmia!”

Cheryl’s cry, now familiar to me, echoed faintly from afar, and instantly woke me up. Her cry, which is never called twice, had to be revealed quickly rather than responding verbally. I ran with the leather gauntlets and longsword I had prepared.

It is not too far from the inn where the family squire is staying to Cheryl’s garden. Did it take 30 seconds to run at full speed? He approached the girl standing in the middle of the garden, where roses were in full bloom even though it was February, and handed over the gauntlet and longsword he was holding politely.

“receive.”

The eldest daughter of the Ogathorpe family, her well-maintained platinum hair tied up and her arms crossed in a riding suit, turns her head towards me and has the same purple eyes as Ekaf’s.

I stared straight into his gaze and maintained my posture. Since she was originally a servant, it was polite to bow her head and kneel down to support her, but she was an exception.

If he averts his gaze, he punches his earlobe, and if he kneels, he kicks his knee in the face. why the fuck i don’t know Other guys don’t hit me, but I hit myself.

Even though more than a year has passed since their first meeting, this scandalous little boy has maintained his unchanging eccentricity. I could be sure this wasn’t anything like puberty at all. It’s just innate.

From as short as 3 seconds to as long as 10 seconds. Sometimes I use unidentified eye contact to the extent that I wonder if he is sick, so I think it’s just that, and consider it as time to take a closer look at his face.

hmm. It looks like you ate more red eyeliner than usual today.

I think every time I see it. Cheryl is cute.

If he wasn’t cute, he would have been beaten on fire in the evening.

Since that hasn’t happened yet, he should be cute at least roughly.

Cheryl Tsushin Ogatorp, an eccentric with a reputation even in the academy, made eye contact for a few seconds, then nodded and accepted the sword and gauntlet. That mysterious action now feels like a kind of ritual.

“Take your seat.”

You don’t even have to answer. She really hates trivial answers. That’s why I quietly stood across from her, put on my gauntlets and held my longsword.

After a brief pause, without a signal, Cheryl leapt forward and swung her sword. Exactly, that’s the signal. The sound of bladeless knives clashing began to fill the garden. It was a morning routine that continued for a year while working as an exclusive butler.

At first, it wasn’t such an odd job.

I was a servant who worked hard, watched hard, exercised hard when I had time, and did everything I had to do.

Of course the job was well done. Everything in terms of work, except manners, was ultimately accomplished within the framework of common sense and knowledge, and I, who had memories of my previous life, was able to understand what others would listen to three times and understand once.

If you are instructed to level with a shovel, you are like a late-life sergeant next to little kids wondering what leveling means. Of course, there was no work that could be said to be really the first time, and I started to stand out undesirably in all kinds of work, being treated as a smart child who can do mental arithmetic with a quick understanding.

However, the balance, which had been maintained to some extent, suddenly began to distort after winning the match that was offered to him when less than three months had passed.

It was definitely a friend who was going through the process of apprenticeship. He was a friend who was seriously careless because he was dealing with a child 4 years older than himself, and he was also a friend who didn’t understand what it meant when the head of the family gave him a sparring match. After thinking about it, it was a pity, but I didn’t even think to look at it, so I just beat it with a slap in the jaw and passed out.

I belatedly understood the reason why Ekaf, who already knew my skills in the evening, dared to put on such a play, but it was after I had already become the Soga-ju exclusive butler of the Ogatorf family.

It’s a memory that suddenly came to my mind when I was watching Cheryl, who was attacked back then by me after a similar attack to that trainee knight friend.

“say.”

I’m a disorganized young lady, but thanks to the past years, I’ve developed the skill to understand even if I talk nonsense only to Cheryl.

This means that I don’t know what I did wrong to get hit back in one shot like this, so I have to say it with my own mouth.

“People will die or be injured if they are cut by a sword unless they are well wrapped around mana.”

Cheryl is smart. Even if something obvious comes out of the other person’s mouth, he doesn’t try to refute it by pinching it, and he has the composure to listen to the end. Even though she is only 15 years old, she is different from the peers that often come to mind, perhaps because of the difference in education she received.

Having to tell that 15-year-old kid that he will die if he does this, he will die if he does that is a pain in the ass, but I passed on thinking it was because the world was like that.

“But the cuts pile up and pile up and you die if you bleed too much.”

“…Am I only aiming for too big an attack?”

I am also good at listening to stories and comparing and organizing them. smart enough

“That’s it. I think practice is a real battle, so it’s good to do everything in your power to kill the opponent, but it’s too easy to understand, so it’s not effective.”

She loosened her stance and nodded again, holding her head in check, and Cheryl, who understood at once, came in with a stab this time. However, even that was more than a step deep for the purpose of penetrating the other person, so I bounced lightly to the side and swung at Cheryl’s forehead with the cross guard while holding the blade. pop. and stopped almost right in front of her nose, but Cheryl did not close her eyes. His gaze was focused on the tip of the cross guard that was right around the eyebrows of his left pickled radish.

I guess this is a real talent. Could it be that he was also reincarnated in a previous life?

“They say that the sword in your hand is a weapon, not just the blade.”

“Why ‘he said’?”

“Did I hear that too?”

Even after reincarnation, I am not a talent junkie.

He lost his hometown at the age of 8, killed a flying dragon knight (guess) from the sky at the age of 14, met a famous knight in the kingdom, and practiced repeatedly to achieve revenge and purpose. is just a little ahead of others.

I don’t have the skills to teach others like I’m proud. Most of it is other people’s knowledge.

“Why can’t I pick it up?”

Cheryl’s left pickled radish twitched and twitched. Oh, I don’t know why, but I’m on the verge of getting angry.

“You’re busy, dude, and you go all the way to the academy. Unless the teachers tell you, you’re all your own age, so what do they know?”

It wasn’t a mistake. In terms of simple swordsmanship, the Ogatorv family was better than the Royal Academy, but not inferior. It’s just that the academy has the upper hand because it’s a great merit to be able to learn various studies and experience and learn other things.

Even after Cheryl, who was somewhat satisfied with my answer, calmed down her dissatisfaction, the sparring continued with short breaks for an hour.

It’s not an easy task, but Cheryl only shows a slight hint of exhaustion towards the end. I wondered if it was the power of lineage or the power of early education, and after entrusting Cheryl, who was sweating enough to be colorless in the cold of the morning, to the maids who served her in the bath, I returned to the seed dorm to wash and prepare for recovery.

Every time I see it, I put on a burdensome butler’s uniform and pocket watch, sprayed with perfume for work, and hurriedly ran to the main building with a long sword and belt.