Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 510

The moment she saw the white signal flares fired into the night sky, announcing the complete success of the operation, Deoni forgot even her title as a saint and exclaimed in a loud voice.

However, there was no need to regret it belatedly. Her exclamations were drowned out by the mighty shouts of the troops who had cheered before her.

It was an unbelievable shout from those who had been exhausted from strange tension and fatigue from a nearly canter march, leaving only civilians and the minimum number of troops to protect them to catch up with the raiding party.

“Prepare for battle! When the outer castle door opens, hit it with all your might!”

It was already a commander who shouted as if it was a fait accompli, but no one raised any objections to it. In fact, the invasion of the inner castle was the biggest difficulty, and from there, it was because I remembered that Eldmia boasted that it would not be possible to break through the outer castle if it was a white signal flare.

Far from disappointing expectations, he is a warrior of faith and trust who always goes above and beyond. Even though it was an army made up of all kinds of people, such as city soldiers, mercenaries, and adventurers, no one doubted his words. That’s why, even when a huge explosion occurred in the far-away non-rare defense, ‘Isn’t it a little too flashy?’ He only expressed his doubts.

It was only after observers noticed a new signal flare rising from beyond the explosion that they noticed the anomaly.

“Sir, saintess! Check out the new flares! Blue! Two blue ones!”

abnormal occurrence. urgent move.

While everyone, including Deoni, who turned his head to give instructions, exploded sequentially, causing a commotion to the outer castle.

Realizing that the incident had come to a brief halt due to the all-too-sudden development, Deoni hurriedly regained her composure, and shouted at the troops who could not take their eyes off the dust clouds rising in the distance.

“All forces, forward!”

Although it suddenly changed, the operation was successful in the end. We just have to hurry because of the variables.

If so, he had to quickly arrive at the outer castle so that he could trust his allies and disperse the nerves of his enemies.

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It’s cumbersome.

What I kept feeling while dealing with Mistress Emmett was the hassle of terribly persistent magic.

The casting of magic is fast, the improvisation is amazing, and the subject, who has been sitting in the non-rare manor and serving as an advisor for decades, is thoroughly prepared in all kinds of forms.

But isn’t this just PR for price bargaining? It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be able to deal with him at all, but I was nervous at the thought that there was a high possibility that the communication with the demon king’s army would have been possible if Count Birair’s family had paid a reasonable price and hired him.

As expected, it is correct to write down old people in this world as old and read them as surviving. Sorcerers are more like that.

It became noisy, so I roughly blocked the attack of the non-rare outer defense force that was pouring bows at me, and I deflected the flame arrows fired by Emmet with the shield of the gauntlet.

“Even though the sword is like that, it fights really well. But most of them are dealing with that projectile, so the sword doesn’t mean much?”
“Let’s take a look at it one more time.”

I couldn’t use the eight needles to change and fix the drawing position in order to chase the floating Emmet, so I turned the direction of the needle that had just pierced the soldier’s neck and fired it at Emmet with all my might.

The bamboo needle, which had a history of penetrating even the protection of arrow shields and breastplates used by cultists with a single blow, was easily blocked by Emmet’s shield even though there were no restrictions.

“Shoot it lightly. It’s getting scary now.”

is not it? Are you a bit scared? Not only is he saying that, but his expression seems to have changed a little, but he’s so distracted that he’s not sure anymore.

Even if he was scared, it was clear that his mana was not depleted. The fragments of Este, trapped in the soap bubble-like barrier that hovered around Emmet, were still unable to escape.

Even the knitting needles couldn’t be tied together, so Este, who was concentrating on something while groaning, murmured as she quickly retrieved them before trying other tricks.

[I think it’s almost done…!]

The shield holding the pieces of the sword wasn’t intact.

No matter how much Emmet is doing the repair work in real time, the combination of magic grinder and holy power is never easy. Even now, some fragments are protruding out of nearly half of them by diligently squeezing and tearing the shield.

However, the speed is very slow, probably because there is no decisive shot. Seeing that there was no anxiety in his gaze as he kept checking the state of the sword pieces while constantly keeping me in check, it was clear that he would endure for a while longer.

I looked around while listening to Este’s muttering self-talk. After passing through the open gates of the inner castle and discovering my allies running toward the outer castle, I decided to change my priorities for a moment.

“Let’s leave the door open for now and finish trading!”

I rode needles into the walls of the castle and climbed, hitting arrows, aiming at the back, and shed an ice spear that flew through my right shoulder blade and stood on top of the walls of the castle.

I haven’t seen the process of triggering without fail. Apparently, there was something like a magic circle installed on the castle wall, so it must have been activated.

The real preparation is so good. On such a topic, leaving all of this as it is just because the salary was cut is also a hit.

“Wouldn’t it be your job to make an effort to do so, too, for the sake of a discount?”

It’s that mindset that hits the target more.

“I intend to.”

Looking at Emmet, who had just followed me even though I ran with all my might, I split Este’s remaining blade.

He didn’t make the mistake of hitting Emmet himself again. Instead, I attacked and nullified the magic trap that entangled me and the soap bubble shield flying around Emmet, restored Este back to normal, and then jumped off the castle wall.

Emmett always showed a relaxed attitude, but my situation was not as relaxed as mine, so I was trying to save time even thinking about it.

I guess I lost my senses after jumping off the flying dragon too often. Once I used the recovered knitting needles like a parachute and landed on a suitable roof, the soldiers of the Birair estate gathered around me pointed at me and shouted something, then took out their bows.

“What kind of dog or cow or bow do you carry?”

They weren’t some kind of scholar passing by, and looking at their equipment, they couldn’t have been archers, but they were absurd guys who took out bows and shot them. I wanted to clear everything up for those who were still coming down the hill where the inner sanctuary was located, but I thought of Emmet who was still relentlessly chasing me, so I decided to just run.

As if following the sudden spread of chaos, the slowly lit torches reveal the outlines of the city and its buildings.

A woman who sticks her head out wondering what’s going on, then finds an arrow flying in the air and closes the window in a panic; Crazy drunkards watching with interest and so on.

The scenery full of a sense of life, which is quite different from when you break through the city in the western zone or when you cross the outer castle of Levien, feels very awkward. Even after this battle is over, they will be forced to live together for a while because of us who will occupy the city.

While diligently shooting arrows and throwing needles, destroying Emmet’s magic, which became sharper instead of getting smaller, I thought about it a little more.

I didn’t want to worry about these problems, so I wanted to build a wall and live a war with politics, but in the end it goes like this.

I let out a short sigh, hoping that our appearance would not remain as a ruthless occupying force for them.

“It’s getting hard to catch up now. Have you decided on a price?”
“Are you finally done?”
“In fact, most of the ambitious preparations were blown away and were forced to squeeze.”

damn inspiration. Like Duke Lesrom, I’m a descendant of Confucian dragons who try to respect the elderly, so I don’t know why they don’t help me like this.

Still, it was an undeniable fact that his skills were certain.

“If you help me, not from the Demonic Church, I will provide up to 20 gold coins from the trade guild. So let’s make it 15.”
“What kind of miracle calculation is that?”
“Didn’t you first say that it was difficult to chase? It means that you were satisfied, so wouldn’t it be enough to cut off five gold coins?”

It was a very shameless answer even if he said it himself, but it was worth it to me as well as it was worth it to him, and there were things that Emmet said when he first introduced himself.

It is said that you spend as much money as you earn.

Maybe he just wants to test the opponent’s ‘eye’.

“He wasn’t a warrior, he was a pure robber.”

I don’t know if my hypothesis was correct, but Emmett laughed and replied by shaking the wand and using magic.
Looking back, it was surprising to see the fireball completed in an instant, and it flew not at me, but at the firmly closed gate of Birair.