Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 505

Despite the sudden attack of monsters, there was no damage.

That was natural. Even if all three ogres were attached, their heads would have been broken in front of the Heretic Judges. The troops of the Church and the city were not formidable enough that the Orcs and Goblins could barely do anything about it.

Thanks to this, most people took a break without even knowing that the raid had taken place, and an hour later the march continued again. It wasn’t that there was no fatigue from the battle, but there was still no time to delay, so it was an unavoidable choice.

Maybe that’s why, the eyes of the party looking at the surviving ogre that caused this situation were very, very, very unpleasant.

One of the reasons might be that I had to move around with a rope to arrest the guy whose limbs were cut off one by one, but Este’s remark that he felt the energy of the evil spirits must have made the atmosphere grim. .

At least, the one with the least emotional change was Saint Deoni, who was quietly concentrating in front of him. The saintess, who stretched out her hand to check for a long time with her beautiful brow furrowed, let out a deep sigh and loosened her posture.

“I can’t feel anything.”

It was obvious that dragging the ogre would only cause confusion and fear to the civilians, so the saintess shook her head and the other heresy judges nodded at the same time that she had reached the point where the ogre was incapacitated by selling her feet without a break. was They had already tried it and concluded that they felt nothing.

“Since the Holy Sword Esthe is convinced, it must have been eroded by the remnants of the evil spirit… I don’t know at all. Can you tell me how strong the energy is?”
“…It is said that it is a very small level. Compared to the corrosive bodies, it is almost the level of the blood of a bird’s feet.”

Every time we had a conversation, the eyes of the ogre, who was still alive, rolled. In response to the reaction, which clearly indicated that he was clearly understanding the contents of the conversation rather than just being able to say a few words, one of the heretic judges who had been silent in the back tilted his head and opened his mouth, which must have been heavy because of the helmet.

“Does he understand the common language now?”
“It looks like it. He talked about food and spoke in the common language earlier.”

Needless to say, when the other heresy judges I fought with answered, everyone’s eyes sharpened once again. Also, there was nothing wrong with common sense that I knew.

“Why did you learn the common language?”

The point was not on the ‘how’ but on the ‘why’.

Ogres aren’t stupid. It’s just that because they’re so strong, they just have the idea that it’s easy to solve most things with force, but they’re generally smarter than orcs. If they had even a little bit of sociality, they would have been sufficiently civilized.

So I don’t really care how he learned it. I learned it because I needed it. The question is ‘why’? Sensing the bloody atmosphere, the ogre eagerly rolled his eyes and carefully opened his mouth.

“Oh, I learned it because it was necessary to command the Orcs.”
“It’s an excuse.”

Everyone nods their heads at someone’s confident word that pops out without a moment’s thought.

If the purpose was to command an orc, you just need to learn the orc language ‘only’. Because they also have a language. Even so, the reason why he bothered to learn the common language was because it was much more ‘efficient’ from his point of view.

He’s hiding from us why he learned the common language.

If I had made a more plausible excuse, I might have overlooked it, but since most of the work was done with physical force, it seems that my ability to make excuses was very slow.

“Would it be easier to talk if I blew off the remaining leg?”

The heretic judge approaching without hesitation, drawing a dagger from his waist, failed to achieve his goal. It was because the saintess quietly raised her index finger to stop him.

But it wasn’t because he felt sorry for the ogre.

“It’s going to take a long time, so let’s start with the toes.”

I was just looking at the estimate more coolly. Our saintess, a former aspiring heretic judge, was relentless in this respect.

“Okay. You’re going to splatter some blood, so please step back.”

The Heretic Judge, who had strengthened his body with many blessings, looked around while holding a dagger. At first, I wondered why he had to put so much effort into cutting off just one toe, but after belatedly figuring out his intentions, I pulled out a dagger and handed it to him.

“It’s a cheap dagger. Use this.”

After deliberately destroying the blade with enough magic power.

“Oh my God, you’re a warrior after all. Thank you for writing.”

The Heretic Judge, who expressed a feeling of emotion that could be felt through his visor as I instantly understood his intentions and prepared the tools, politely accepted my dagger and began sawing the ogre’s big toe.

At the same time, the screams of ogres who had no tolerance for torture echoed through the forest.

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The thing we lack the most is time, so the torture was done boldly and quickly.

It was fortunate that the Heretic Judge was a former Heretic Questioner, a professional advisor. Otherwise, the ogre would have died of shock right away.

However, the results obtained were both satisfactory and unsatisfactory. As a result, not only the Heretic Judge who was wiping away the splattered blood, but also the rest of us who were looking at it had no choice but to look at the ogre who was exhaling as if he was going to die soon.

At least it was the Heretic Judge who was torturing him first.

“I can’t even imagine why those apostates are making this move.”

The orcs who commanded the goblins were only by-products. There was only one reason why ogres learned a common language.

For a deal with the demon king’s army.

Even the trade items included weapons and food, as well as the remnants of the evil spirit he harbored. It is said that just getting a small amount of it made him stronger than other ogres… I didn’t know why he was able to get it and stay fine.

The problem was that in return, the condition was attached that he had to come and join the battle at any time when the demon army called.

Even now, there are no monsters on the front line, so when the hell did you put such a condition in order to use it? After a while, one thousand and one Eldmia began to brainstorm and come up with hypotheses.

“To reject the subjects and embrace the monsters instead. Couldn’t it have gone mad as a group due to the wrong use of the power of evil spirits?”
“To be honest, I’m not sure anymore.”
“What is the intention?”

I could understand the saintess’ reaction as she pressed her temples as if she had suddenly felt tired. I hadn’t even thought of embracing and using monsters. I didn’t even know it would be

However, I couldn’t come up with an idea, but I was able to quickly guess what I wanted to do with it with the collective Eldmia’s intelligence.

“It must be trying to fight Epaga-nim.”

This time everyone’s eyes were on me. It was expected enough, so let’s stay calm, and the Heretic Judge, who has just wiped off the blood, asked a question first.

“Aren’t you already fighting?”
“No. That’s fighting us. Even if you don’t bother turning your back on the church, using the power of the dead gods, attracting monsters to make an army, and scraping up all existing relics and turning them into tools and using them arbitrarily, they will fight against us.” I could have fought.”

Those who talk about freedom, those who make fun of God, the remnants of evil gods, and so on.

It was a surprisingly common repertoire in my previous life, but in this faithful world, it was more difficult than I thought to put into my mouth a concept as unfamiliar as the new punishment.

“For them, we are the process. The final goal is to bring down Ephaga-nim and commit a murder.”

As a preparatory work to do so, he researches techniques to use the power of God as if it were his own, and spreads the idea of rejecting God by using monsters that would not care about God to eat them.

I thought it was a valid reasoning, but the listeners were so surprised that they took two or three steps back.

“Uh, such a terrible idea…”

The saintess even looked at me as if rebuking me for saying such a thing. I could understand that feeling, but I still had to say something, so I continued with the lightest tone possible.

“As a sincere believer, please stop looking at me like that because it hurts my heart, and first look back at what they did. They are still weak, but they even imitate the power of evil gods. Are you satisfied with simply winning a battle between mortals?”

As he spoke, what came to mind was the story of the weight he had heard from Lumings.

Not only were the two warriors on one scale, but the demons, who were supposed to unite as one, were divided under their faith. If this is to balance the world, as she told me, what lies on the other side?

I don’t know, but if you’re a madman trying to get the title of god slayer, you have to go up to get the balance right.