Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 500

The self-proclaimed holy sword Este has served as a very good metal detector since communication was possible.

There were some things that made me find the way more surely because I was able to exchange words openly, but besides that, the remnants of the evil spirit contained in the magic tool and the accumulated divine power that the magic tool sucked over to me were transferred to me, so the performance was better. They say it’s bound to get better.

“That’s why it popped out on its own when we were debating whether to destroy it or not.”
[that’s right. If I left it as it is, the enemies would have retrieved it and used it as a driving force to make something else.]

Surprisingly, Este was not an idiot despite her frivolous attitude. I couldn’t specifically tell where and how far I had knowledge and common sense, but I knew how to make normal judgments. Thanks to this, I was able to understand what triggered the transcendence evolution of the object that was only a sword made by Mr. Valkun into a holy sword.

welcome wizard.

Este’s explanation was that the experiment attempted by the phantom wizard, who flew to the Demon King’s camp with a piece of sword that had been thrown to disrupt the magic, opened the passage to Epaga.

[Until then… Well? I don’t know how to define myself at the time, but anyway, I wasn’t who I am now.]
“Then, are you the Esthe of the holy song that Ephaga-sama had been using since before he ascended to heaven?”
[I don’t know that either? I have a sense of who I am… but apart from knowledge, I don’t have such memories.]

My back was tingling at Este’s cool way of asking questions about her own existence, but that didn’t mean I knew what I didn’t know, so I couldn’t help it. I had no choice but to.

Anyway, due to that decisive blow, divine punishment was poured out, and that one piece that received so much divine power in one body became Esthe. After that, after flying to the camp, he took control of the entire sword.

“The fact that Epaga punished you through you means that you are a sacred object. Is it possible to talk to Epaga with your help?”
[Yes, but not now. At the time, my bowl was small, so most of my energy overflowed. Mother Epaga punished them for it, so they all disappeared. I’m slowly growing the bowl again.]

Este, who has destroyed and absorbed the power of her 20th magic tool today, trembled as if she was very satisfied.

“It’s possible someday.”
[maybe? When you build up your strength, you suddenly get a pot! It’s because I feel like doing it.]

The reason he couldn’t give a definite answer wasn’t because he wasn’t sure about himself. It was because it was unknown whether the Demon King’s army was holding such a remnant of evil spirits and divine power.

Of course, it was an unnecessary assumption. How many holy relics do they hold, but they have no power? If you work hard, the opportunity will surely come.

With that thought in mind, after destroying the 26th magic tool, our schedule for the day was finished. Everyone was amazed that the sun hadn’t set yet even though I had brought lunch, and while returning, I suddenly had a question.

“But in what form does it become stronger when it absorbs power?”
[Uh… First of all, you don’t have to take away the owner’s magical power and holy power. In case of emergency, I can rather hand over my divine power! And… Ah! The sword is neatly fixed!]

Something… The answer had a strong sense of forcibly squeezing out strengths.

“Isn’t that rather weakening? Dealing with eroded monsters is rather more comfortable now.”

When you become a monster, reason also disappears. Those who have just been eroded are a bit better, but even that is short-lived. I don’t know yet if that’s because they’re made of the so-called ‘remnants’ or if they’re originally like that, but when dealing with them, it’s better to split the sword and shove it all over the place.

Because wild beasts don’t want to endure the pain.

[That, I can choose that anyway! If it’s comfortable for the owner, stay like this!]

Este, who was docile without acting arrogantly, saying things like useless after it was revealed that I could understand her, even groaned as if she was a little discouraged.

At first, I thought this was better than chatting without a break, but it was a very uncomfortable experience than I thought to keep listening to the child-like voice spitting out words that were eagerly paying attention. Should I say it’s like watching a poor kid trying to be praised somehow?

After seeing it like that, the noise at first seemed to be a reaction I could sympathize with, considering the feeling of meeting someone I can communicate with in a foreign country after a few months.

In the end, I felt sympathy for him, so I started to show off my feelings and regret for a while, but it was better than noticing it. Maybe because of the relief that he recognized his need, the number of words decreased noticeably.

Of course, until that happened, I was in such a shitty state that it was difficult to have a normal conversation with other people all day, but it was clear that I had found the right line.

“It seems that the communication with the Holy Sword has become smoother now.”

I nodded my head slightly at the words of Saint Deoni, who had been by my side and watched the process, and she smiled and joked.

“It’s fortunate. There are two proofs that the Demon God is looking down on us, but I was worried about what if the relationship between the two is not good.”

Este, who had been silent for a while, sighed at a valid opinion, but nodded her head appropriately, then spoke very carefully.

[Heheh, you know… I think the next owner would be better off with the owner and the saint’s children.] There

was no choice, so this time I had no choice but to feed the magical chestnuts to the hilt.

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-Deeng… Deeng…

I went to bed early after dinner, ignoring Esthe, who started chatting again, and what woke me up was the sound of a bell ringing in the city.

two in the morning.

Of course, it’s a bell that shouldn’t ring if it’s original. But no one was curious about the sound of the bell. They just move busily to carry out their operations according to the scheduled signal.

[It’s time to show my strength!]
“…Are you sleeping too? Why does the sound seem to be a bit locked?”
[Because the night is too long to stay awake!]

It was an esthetic that not only spoke confidently, but also made a strange stretching sound while saying the lines that are like the eternal repertoire of those who never sleep.

Thanks to this, I was worried that he might have a standardized form like Leica, but I decided to ignore it because I had to hurry up with the preparations.

Ahead of the arduous march, in which not only the fighting forces of the city but also many ordinary people who had decided to join them had to move, it seemed that no one was slowing down and moving according to the plan. If it had been a simple war, they would not have accepted their companions, but since they had to save believers from the clutches of apostates, there was no other option.

In fact, there are more non-combatants than combatants because most of those who remained in the city and fought back decided to follow. At least, Epaga Sierra’s supplies were plentiful in Rengi, so they robbed almost all of the city’s assets and prepared food and daily necessities for them, which would not have been possible in other cities.

“Ah, warrior. This way!”

The streets where people came and went with lights on in all directions created a scene like early evening even though it was clearly dawn. It was a city full of bustle, such as preparing wagons and loading supplies, but the roads where the troops had to move were cleanly emptied and only soldiers stood there.

In the midst of it, I followed the hand gestures of the saintess, who was receiving reports from others, and a demonic knight of about the same height as me raised the visor of his helmet and lightly bowed.

“I am Aes, and I am in charge of commanding the raiding party in this operation. It is an honor to be with the hero.”

The plan was nothing complicated.

After I stand in the lead and kill all the Unlucky Hulks, the unit moves, and while the ally who started moving like that collides with the Demon King’s army, a separate unit moves by boat and aims at the rear of the Demon King’s army.

There’s nothing particularly disturbing about them, as they only believed in Unlucky Hulk’s strength and made a rough selection of campsites. You just need to be able to break through those monsters.

“i look forward to.”
“I’ll split the back of their heads properly.”

Aes, a knight with an impressive red beard, burst into laughter and bowed to the saintess, then headed to the pier with two escorts. I thought that they might escape by boat, but I didn’t feel any anxiety in the face of the saintess who was looking at him, so I decided not to ask.

“Are there any problems with your plans?”
“It’s going smoothly. Even the monsters reacted to the sound of the bell and drove to the outskirts. The Demon King’s army is not showing any reaction.”
 
For this time, it is said that they rang the bell at dawn irregularly for the few days I was away for a disruptive operation. At first, even patrols came, but seeing that they had reached the point where they stopped coming, it was clear that the saintess and other leaders had worked tirelessly for this day.

“How is the hero? What else do you need?”
“No, it’s perfect.”

Rather, it was in much better condition than expected. Because Este powered up unintentionally.

Now it was time to clear the front yard so that they could be rewarded for their hard work.

A word from the writer (writer’s review) OMG. It’s already 500 episodes. I haven’t been able to properly make a cover for the heroines yet, but I feel uncomfortable because I think Eoyoung and Booyoung have come this far.

I am just grateful to the readers who still read the writings of the writers while being remembered as writers without years of experience.

I wish I could show you something more in March, but it’s not easy because the interest rates are rising and the surroundings are noisy.

Looking back, it’s ironic that it’s like this even though an environment where only writing is possible has been created compared to the past.

Still, I will always try my best to become a writer.

thank you