Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 507

In any world, communication is also important.

How important it was, to the point where a 100,000-lumen flashlight would turn on in a future as dark as a private’s military life.

As soon as I revealed that the World Wall was possible, the people at the command center stopped worrying and took action. It took me less than 5 minutes to form a raiding party of 30 people, and it took less than 3 hours to cross the county with them and approach the rear of the inner castle and the adjacent outer castle.

Despite being suddenly picked up and put into operation in the middle of the night, the members of the raiding party moved in perfect order. Thanks to that, I am now lying face down on a low hill with them, watching the guards on the outer wall while listening to the long sound of the trumpet announcing curfew reverberate through the castle.

Honestly, despite the seriousness of the situation, it was a great spectacle to watch. A guy straddling the tip of a spear without properly wearing a helmet, a guy standing guard upside down with his back against a castle wall, a guy sitting down to take a rest with only the tip of a spear visible, etc. There were no rules, so he was very timid.

“The dog is missing.”
“yes?”

Even though I live in a world where swords are faster than the law, I find it funny that I am stupid, so I mumble with a laugh. From the face of the knight whose eyes met that way, I could feel the tremors in the pupils of a person who had been rolled over by a senior several times, so I cleared my throat briefly and then spoke again in a more refined expression.

“The enemy’s discipline is lax,” he said.
“Ah, that’s right. At that level, I wonder if there will be no problem wherever I aim.”

He seemed to be relieved that he hadn’t said it to himself, but he deliberately pretended not to know and just nodded. I had been working on the operation so far, so I hadn’t taken it too seriously, but from the point of view of a faithful believer, the pressure given by a human being called a hero would not be trivial.

Wouldn’t it feel like the division commander sitting next to you while you were eating?

“I think the length of the rope I prepared will be enough. As for the location… I think the blind spot in front of the watchtower is the most safe.

Fortunately, the earthquake in his pupils must have been nothing more than a trauma from the past, so the work was clear. I, along with the other knights, nodded in agreement with his opinion, and I straightened the ropes around my shoulders and stood up.

If you climb the top of the wall, you might see something else, but once you saw it from here, you confirmed that there were no other magical devices, so there was no reason to hesitate.

“If I go up on the wall, move right away. Judging by the appearance, it seems to be okay.”

Without hearing an answer, he raised his magic power and bestowed blessings, and slowly moved to the wall. If you make up your mind and close the distance, it’ll be an instant, but no matter how much they chatter while standing guard, the sound of their armor clattering in a quiet night is quite loud.

No matter how much you act like an idiot, you’ll hear and react to the sound of metal, so it’s not too late to make noise when climbing the wall.

Even the sound of snow being stepped on seemed loud to me, but there was no need to make my heart race. Rather, the noise of chatter and cigarette smoke on the wall that came through even though there was still a long distance left was more intense. As I concentrated all my nerves, I could feel the noise they were making louder than the sound of my armor.

After moving for a long time, leaving footprints on the white snow field, I realized that it was real and not an illusion after reaching the base of the castle wall. I wasn’t talking loudly, but thanks to those who didn’t speak loudly, I realized that the guards were more united than necessary, so I settled down a little farther away and took out six needles.

I’d never done anything like climbing in my previous life, but it wasn’t a problem. With overwhelming physique and solid support, it was more like climbing a ladder than climbing, and it was actually like that.

Moving the limbs and giving mana and strength, each time the needle broke the stone and fixed it, repeating it a couple of times, I quickly got the hang of it. When I reached about 1/3 of the tall wall, I started gaining speed as if I was climbing up a ladder.

Meanwhile, the guards’ carefree chatter and smoking continued. As I climbed up just in case, I took out another needle and checked to see if there would be resistance due to the Demon King’s magic tool, but there was none.

There are no external problems. The only thing left is my mindset to take the lives of those who are neither thieves nor obvious enemies by assassination.

Fortunately, I’m not particularly an idealist, so that didn’t matter either.

“Whoa.”

As he climbed to the edge of the castle wall with the last help, he checked the location of the guards and fired the needle without hesitation. Most didn’t even spot me, but one of the guards chattering in my direction frowned and lowered his head as if he doubted his eyes.

It was the guy who had his helmet hanging at the end of his spear. As a price for not being properly armed, the guy was the first to die with a hole in his forehead.

There were only three of them who had deserted, so after that it was enough just to turn off the torches where they were gathered. I retrieved the needle again and took a quick look to see if any guards were responding, but it was still as if nothing had happened on the walls.

To be precise, it was quiet enough to hear the chatter of the other guards faintly. Satisfied with this, I turned my head and looked outside the castle wall, and the knights, as I said, were working hard towards this direction.

I drove the needles diagonally into the castle wall, fixed them like pins, and made a tight loop to drop the tied rope. After about three more people lowered the rope, it was a matter of seconds for the remaining people to come up.

“Did you break through Levien’s outer castle like this?”
“No. Then it ran.”

A hook floated above the heads of the twenty-nine knights, but they decided to leave it as a question for later. They also had their shifts, so there was no time for small talk or exchanging.

“I’ll take the lead.”

It was the oldest knight among those present who spoke up. There was a lot of experience, and because it was a person who was selected because the experience included a desirable career of visiting a non-rare castle, no one had any complaints.

Without even looking for the stairs, we recycled the rope we used to climb up and climbed down the castle wall, and we ran after the old knight.

I wanted to confidently approach and steal the location of the wizards like I did when I robbed the bandits with Asilie in the past, but I decided to give up because it was better to reduce the number of people in advance as I still have to fight after dealing with the magicians anyway.

Even though I didn’t run into a single patrol until I arrived at the inner castle.

“Hey, why are the knights…”

Starting with the decapitation of the two guards who hesitated and not realizing that we, who appeared in the shadow of the inner castle, were enemies, the knights, divided into five groups of six, raised their strength and jumped inside. Upon entering, carnage ensued.

What immediately comes to mind is the first secret quest with the Gaendal Party. I felt this way when I robbed the lodgings of the demon followers who were using the abandoned dungeon as a hiding place.

Despite being knights, they slashed those in sight, skillfully working together like special forces. When the entire first floor was wiped out like that, I thought that there was a chance that a scream would leak out, but the frighteningly fast and accurate knights did not even give a chance to scream to those who neglected their guard duty.

Of course, I was included in that, but it was quite a surprising sight because they and I, who were chivalrous and nabal and didn’t care, were in completely different positions.

However, it did not mean that even ordinary users were completely annihilated. It was only after the 2nd floor was organized and we arrived at the stairs leading up to the 3rd floor that the knights who performed without forgetting the process of obtaining information and fainting in their spare time came together again.

“On the 3rd floor, there is the bedroom and office of the lord’s family, and the private room of the wizard who has been dealing with the Birre family for a long time in the position of advisor. Fortunately, there are not too many wizards, so he is the only wizard left besides the two killed on the 2nd floor. He said.”

Trade, not serve.

Since they have the ability to do so, the deal must have been established… Do they usually leave the inside without any magical measures like this?

I was reluctant to explain a very halfway relationship, but right now I went up to the third floor because my magic wasn’t moving because I was casting magic somewhere.

Up until the second floor, I thought that the Count was so frugal that it was hard to believe that he was living in the capital, but the third floor was different. Looking at the carpet in the hallway and the various artworks, it was clear that it would have been collected if it had been scraped hard and not less.

But the cost is rather less. It was to the extent that the cleanup was finished just by killing four guards who were immediately puzzled by our appearance with needles.

“This is the wizard’s room.”

The room that the old knight pointed out with a small voice as he proceeded cautiously in case there was any other movement was the colorful decoration and door that made me wonder if he misunderstood the lord’s room.

The fact that this is a wizard’s room means that the simple rooms in the distance are the lord’s office or bedroom… The contrast is too serious.

Like a mimic decorated as if there was something. The moment I focused more on magic poetry in response to my doubts creeping up, I finally understood that this was the magician’s room.

“Enter first…”
“Stop.”

A grotesquely large amount of magical energy was moving as if wrapping around the entire door.

“Something is hanging on the door.”

He hadn’t dealt with mages often, but this was certain.

It was never installed by a goofball.

“Does anyone know what level this mage is?”

maybe, really maybe.

It may have been because of the magician beyond this room that even with such lax military discipline, the county of Virere was able to steal the backbones of the people enough to enjoy luxury and pleasure amidst ironclad secrecy.

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