Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 437

The magic was activated very quickly and accurately.

The mana scattered like thin ice seemed to imprison them in a pillar of ice, but it quickly crumbled, leaving only icy shackles.

All of the 20 strongmen who suddenly had heavy weights attached to their limbs and body staggered greatly. However, the ice created by Seneran’s magic does not end there, but extends like tree branches and sticks to the ground, connecting the men like a spider’s web and solidifying their unity.

The sight of the broken and scattered ice shards defying gravity was even artistic. And watching it from the sidelines, I had no choice but to revise my evaluation of Seneran upwards.

It was the first time I felt that it was difficult to break the most classic magic, not the magic that Volta Bay’s Unlucky Bard showed off at the Armory Window or the Imperial Academy.

“It’s a misconception that people often make. Since they’re wizards who only play desks in the library, they’ll be able to do it easily.”

Seneran, who brushed off the frost on his fingertips while casting magic, looks at the men in astonishment and says,

I don’t know if it was actually magic that wasn’t a big deal to her, or if she was acting to make it look like that, but it was a reaction as if she had done something really insignificant, so despite her dwarf and haggard appearance, she was intimidating enough.

“I think I need to change that perception a bit through you guys.”

I don’t know about anything else, but the vicious smile on her lips after she finished speaking was coming from her heart.

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I wondered if I would see blood, but Seneran didn’t forget the reason why I didn’t bother.

She solved the problem by forcibly carving a magic seal.

There was considerable malice in the process, and the condition was very vague that he would never get involved with her again, and as soon as the ice melted, he would leave this place and never approach her again, and finally, he would not disclose this matter anywhere. .

Since she had mentioned the dangers of vague conditions when signing a contract with Merdella, I even thought that she might not actually have any intention of keeping them alive for long. It’s because it hasn’t been decided where to end with ‘entangled’.

“Usually it’s based on the consciousness of the contracting party. For example… When I assume that they distribute the things I made, should I say that I am at a crossroads between life and death depending on whether or not I know that I made them?”
“What happens when you find out after distribution?”
“I die.”

When Seneran confessed that she actually had a lot of intentions to do so, she answered an impromptu question that came to her mind while walking in the woods.

“Didn’t you have any intention of saving him?”
“of course. Even that, they’re lucky. If it wasn’t for what you said, I would have killed them all on the spot. The aftermath peculiar to rule-breaking is also a problem, but those guys aren’t bold enough to do this voluntarily. It means someone followed me.”

Do you have a background? As I opened my eyes wide at the unexpected story, Seneran scratched his head nervously and continued.

“I thought it was just a bit rushed, but there must have been some people who considered it strange after thinking about it in conjunction with my usual conduct. Although I tend to pay generously, this time it was a bit unusual. It was a reasonable expense because the personal information of the people who had been dragged in had to be kept secret, but from the point of view of those who didn’t know, it seemed like a huge amount of money had been moved.”
“It must be a bold investment because there is something that can be recovered?”
“Isn’t it? In fact, most of the things I use for smuggling are just overconsumption for research, but at times like this, tinnitus is a hindrance.”

Even though she grumbled that it might bother her later, she didn’t slow down, so she arrived at her destination in no time. Looking at the artificial stone structure from a distance, I wondered if this was something I could have found by just looking around, but Seneran confidently boasted about the barrier he and Master had opened, dispelling my doubts.

“Come to think of it, I think I’ll have to learn magic soon.”
“hmm? Did something happen to cause a change of heart in Levien?”
“I had a fight with the division commander, but there was no answer.”
“what?! Division commander?!”

As a person whose life and death are directly related to research, seeing Seneran shocked by his jaw dropping, I felt a little sorry.

It was only very, very little.

“What did they say, was the name Iraf? He had impressive buffalo horns…”
“Crazy. You dealt with Iraf who shoots light?”

Still, I felt I had an obligation to explain, so I tried to bring it up, but Seneran knew who he was talking to just by hearing his name.

“I guess he was famous? If you see right away.”
“Because he was a man like a legend of rising status in the Demonic Spirit. The Demon King’s Army is definitely an army, but it’s not as easy as it sounds to become a division commander with simple force.”
“I was really curious, but do the other division commanders have a big difference in strength?”
“I heard that among the division commanders, I tend to fly a lot. Of course, there are people who are as strong and smart as him.”

I really can’t eat it. I couldn’t hide my doubts even while listening to the explanation that made my expression rot.

“But what do you mean by ‘between’ the division commanders?”

When I asked Seneran, who was relieved that he was fortunate to have returned alive and well, she seemed insignificant and said, “Ah.” He answered my question with a smile on his face.

“I heard that even among regular soldiers, there are quite a few demons as strong as Iraf. It is just operated like a single unit because it lacks the ability to lead a unit or has other flaws.”

The answer, however, was not trivial at all, though.

It’s only unusual that he rose to the rank of division commander only by force, are there more people like that down there? I’ll be sick. It’s news that darkens your eyes.

“As expected, you will need to quickly learn magic.”
“You’ll learn quickly though. Humans take a long time to learn magic because talent is talent, but in most cases, the total amount of mana is utterly insufficient. You know what I mean?”
“Isn’t that talent the problem? When I see Margrave Levien doing nothing and the magic Seneran just showed me, my confidence disappears.”
“Well? I’m a person who’s been listening to people say they’re great, so I can’t answer for sure, but… At least from what I’ve seen, you don’t have talent. Your understanding is extraordinary.”

is it? Looking at Asilie with a tilt of her head, she nodded her head in an unexpectedly strong sense of sympathy.

It seems that the old man passive, which is the perk of the reincarnated person, is acting and making a big mistake… well, it will work out somehow.

Halfway resigned, we followed her, and two rugged-looking men camped out in front of the building moved their eyes to us and nodded lightly. I couldn’t tell if they were strong, but at least one thing seemed clear.

From the outside, it was close to a heap of stones that had already collapsed and collapsed, but when we passed the men and went inside, we were greeted by incomparably neat stairs and stone walls.

At the end of the stairway, about five or six people, lit up with magic, were diligently investigating something.

The scene itself was nothing special, but because of that, the demon cleric who was talking to Master with his horns exposed was struck even more because of it. Master, who caught our gaze, cut off the conversation and approached us, and he too followed after Master.

“You came earlier than expected. Has Levien been cleaned up already?”
“It’s not completely over, but the Silver Eagle Brigade is competent, so I think it will be sorted out soon. Now I’m back because I don’t think there’s anything I can do.”

No questions followed. He seemed to think he had already heard all the necessary information when he came with Seneran. It seems that the two of them are business partners who fit well together more than I thought.

Instead, Master pointed to the demonic priest who approached and tried to give a full statement, but the priest politely refused Master’s consideration and then greeted me with courtesy and opened his mouth first.

“Nice to meet you, Eldmia. I am Mender, a faithful servant of the demon Epaga. The saintess asked me to send her regards.”

The greeting that came out of her mouth was very unexpected, so I couldn’t think of our saintess until I thought of the self-destructing saintess and the prospective saintess of the Holy Light Cross.

Is it a coincidence? Just in case, Seneran turned around and answered my silent question with a light nod, as if he had read my thoughts.

“Since we met last time, I deliberately inquired about it because I thought it might be a little more friendly. Fortunately, it turned out okay.”

hmm. He didn’t know anything else, but he was certain he wasn’t reading my thoughts. In the end, I had to look at the priest who introduced himself as Mender with a puzzled look again, and he continued with a slightly more polite bow.

“I’m sorry to say this as soon as I saw you… but if you don’t mind, can I take the saintess here?”

No, ask me what you’ve been doing so far.