Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 436

Even though I was often asked if I was the champion of the Demon God, the reason why I was never asked that I was a warrior who was ordained by the Demon God was not because the two were synonyms or because I was a human.

It’s because the class is different.

A champion in another world is a creature that chooses a god to serve, and a hero is a god who chooses a creature.

Of course, champions and warriors also hear the call of God. However, that is only a matter of willingly serving the gods and accumulating feats, and then the gods respond and bestow some protection. I don’t even tell you to do anything.

But warriors are different. As you can see by looking at Siegfried, he is given a mission to save believers and even a race, along with blessings and abilities that are never common.

In that sense, what Seneran said was filthy serious.

“How likely is it that God will let it go?”
“The excommunicated cleric’s opinion was that the possibility of neglect converging to zero, but the possibility of unintentionally preventing it was not zero.”

There was no need to ask why. In the first place, it’s not as easy as it sounds for the gods to intervene in this world.

Didn’t even just me lose my consciousness just because I heard the voice of the World Tree?

Even though he did not exercise his divinity directly, he only pretended to have a conversation. But does God show up and exercise power? It’s not that such a history doesn’t exist at all, so I, who have read the book diligently, know very well what can happen.

It is history, not legend, that the continent under the Western Zone was blown away and flooded with seawater due to a single miracle performed by the Libra Lubiska herself to condemn the monumental cultist who followed the evil god and caused a stir and tried to insult the god. .

Since it is so old, many records have been lost, so it is unknown what process it went through in detail, but no one treats the biggest reason why Volta Bay became a maritime kingdom as an absurd legend. If the gods directly intervened, assuming that such a result would inevitably occur, there was a good chance that the situation was not going well and could not be prevented, as Seneran said.

“So I’ll go with you and check it out.”
“Suddenly, the story went off the rails? That’s why? Is there something I can intervene in?”

Instead of answering, Seneran looked at me blankly and bumped his fists up and down. I looked up to see what the hell she was doing, and she moved her fists like a pantomime.

It took me a while to understand that the motion was depicting me drawing my sword and splitting an apple.

“The demon temple near your hometown, a human with magic and divinity. All of these are more likely to be closely related than to have no connection at all.”
“Our villagers couldn’t use magic. They didn’t even worship demons.”

They were typical Ithiel people. Even our parents. But Seneran just nodded as if he already knew.

“That’s why you’re even more important. There’s usually no reason for a special talent, but if there’s divinity involved in it, there’s a reason. Especially if that power dwells in someone without faith.”

So I just have to check it out.

Seneran’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he said that and sipped his coffee.

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Since we couldn’t ride a flying dragon to the place where the demon temple is located, we decided to rent a horse temporarily rented by Seneran along with the workers.

There would be no rushing or fighting anyway, so I rode on the same horse as Asillie and followed Seneran in the lead. Laika, who tried to hug me comfortably like in the dragon, made a little regretful sound, but that was only for a moment.

While greeting the unfamiliar guards appropriately and escaping from Ogwen and heading home along the familiar road, I felt a strange feeling rather than the feeling of heading home.

After hearing the story of the buffalo’s horn and Seneran’s hypothesis that supports it, I wondered if the disaster that finally befell my village was because of me.

It is self-evident that the being who was already involved in my reincarnation was Lady Epaga. I don’t know if it was something that was twisted when I tried to summon a hero like Siegfried, or whether he showed pity for me who died at that moment, but it doesn’t change that I’m still alive thanks to him.

What if, in the process, the holy relic that was said to be in the Demon God Temple revealed its presence? What if someone from the Demon King’s army, whose identity was unknown, identified the location of the temple and sent troops? What if it took 8 years to get there? So, in the end, weren’t all these four months a tragedy caused by my previous life?

“Eldy?”

Perhaps I was too lost in my thoughts, Asilie, who was sitting in my arms, lightly held my hand before I noticed that she was leaking to the side instead of following Seneran.

“Sorry. I was thinking about something else for a while.”

I smiled awkwardly and changed my direction, but Asilie’s eyes looking up at me were still the same. I took a deep breath when I saw her showing a worried expression, as if she could guess what I was worried about just by looking at her for a moment and making eye contact.

“Do you have any guesses?”

It was a sharp question. If the opponent was Seneran, he would have shied away, but he nodded because he was Asilier. However, instead of halfway comforting or questioning, Asilie just lightly leaned on her back.

That alone put a brake on my negative thoughts and made me feel a little more at ease.

The road to my hometown hasn’t changed much even though time has passed. Even if I get a little farther away from Ogwen, which changes every day, the desolate landscape begins to welcome me as if time has stopped. And it gets worse as people go to their hometown, which remains in ruins.

But what I felt was a sense of relief and comfort. I feel relieved as if I am protecting the past so that my longing for my long-cherished desire will not fade.

The ruins and hills slowly revealing themselves after passing through the winding road, to my sensibilities…

“…what is that?”

…I thought it would take an extra hit.

Smoke from a bonfire was rising from the ruins where there should be nothing.

“Oh, damn it. Here again.”

Seeing Seneran grumbling as if he knew what it was, unlike me, who had stopped the accident, it seemed like they were related to her, even if they weren’t very friendly.

People who looked to be in their twenties were warming up by a fire with about three campfires in a form that was more like taking the most basic measures to avoid the cold rather than sitting down in earnest.

“…!”

Even though there was some distance, the side that quickly found us started to react first, but contrary to my expectations, I thought they were just preparing to talk to Seneran, and each grabbed their weapon, causing them to frown.

“Are you my friend? Then I want to tell you to get your hands off the weapon quickly.”
“Ummm, more like a bunch of beggars who think they smelled money than a friend. This time, while hiring people, I spent a lot of money for secrecy.”

To sum up, it was said that Seneran was a big smuggling customer, so those who thought that she had asked for something big based on the cost of silence she had spent, didn’t even call because they didn’t want to run out of beans.

“This is my problem, so I’ll solve it on my own.”

Seneran looked a little tired but spoke with confidence, so I stopped trying to get the needle out and nodded in agreement.

“I also don’t want to bleed unnecessarily in my hometown, so I hope it ends quickly and well.”

It’s not my land, so I didn’t have the slightest thought of giving a damn about simply making a fire and camping, but I didn’t like it very much that there were guys who might actually turn into bandits because of the sloppy problems I mentioned earlier.

First of all, I dropped off Asillie and asked for back with Laika. Then, as I rode up with Seneran, a lump that couldn’t even see its face because of its shaggy beard came out ahead of the others and uttered a voice.

“Golden lady! The story isn’t over, but what if she leaves like that! Do you know how much money it cost to follow her tail?”

He says it with a good laugh, but the story he wants to say is too obvious. Seneran also shouted with a snort as if he was full of energy.

“Money is a problem? Since when did tunnel rules become so muddy like rice straw? I’m sure I said I didn’t need you guys?”
“Ah, that’s because the lady moved before we could tell you all about our usefulness. Talk a little more and you’ll think…” ”
Ha… I’m Seneran. The golden wizard Seneran. Don’t you know what that means? ”

Seneran’s voice, which usually showed only a dumb attitude, had a venom that hadn’t been seen before. However, perhaps because of her appearance, which was difficult to intimidate, her words seemed to incite the other person rather than shrink them.

“If I judged that I am worthless, then whatever it is, it has no value to me now. Even if you talk about it for a month, that fact won’t change. So take your men and get out of here.
“…Mistress, aren’t you just going out too fast? I understand why you’re standing there because I followed you recklessly, but aren’t we just having a lot of fun right now?”

As if the hairy horse’s words were a signal, the guys behind them fixed their weapons with the sound of weapons clashing. I looked at Seneran, wondering how he would react to this…

“Little boy…”

Seneran opened his mouth as he glared at the furry hair with his tired eyes wide open, and stretched out his right hand forward with a deep sigh.

“Did I look like someone you could rob if I met you outside the tunnel?”

Just looking at it, it seemed like he was trying to use magic. In my eyes, when I used my magic poetry to watch, the words I threw as if Seneran were flowing acted as spells and manifested magic.

While shocked by the fact that they used unrelated words as spells, the magic that was activated in an instant attacked Hairy Boy and his party, and they froze up to their waists without even resisting.