Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 514
Leaving behind those who were wary of their long rice cake sticks and strangely powerful tone, they went forward, and at any moment said, ‘I’m a raccoon, you idiot.’ Minoka, who was about to say, stared at me and opened her mouth.
“You must be Eldmia Egaro.”
Unlike Krul, who was not very good at speaking the common language, Minoka, a raccoon beast, spoke as well as Carl Kansi. The only downside was that it felt strangely menacing because the mouth moved a little exaggeratedly, as if the pronunciation was not easy.
However, on the other hand, it also means that he studied the language so hard for smooth communication, so unlike his intimidating appearance, he might be a communicative person.
“Yes. Where is Carl Kansi?”
It was clear that he had already heard about my appearance from Carl Kansi, since he looked at me right away and didn’t ask me twice. But instead of answering my question, he stared at me in silence for a while before answering with another question.
“Do you know who Krul is?”
“…A skilled shaman?”
It was a very ambiguous question, so I had no choice but to answer vaguely, but it was the best answer I could give to the question of who I knew who I had only seen once and then parted with after receiving a fang.
However, upon hearing that answer, the stern atmosphere and facial expressions of Minokka and the surrounding beastmen disappeared completely, and a very dull atmosphere began to flow.
“Is that really all?”
“…do you need something more?”
Since the opponents were beastmen, I couldn’t say that I read the expression accurately, but that reaction was definitely despondency. As if he thought an elephant was running and then saw an ant crawling, Minoka, who had lost all his strength in his shoulders, was unable to speak for a long time, covering his mouth, and then answered very slowly, not a question.
“This situation requires a lot of explanation. We will welcome you as the benefactor of Krul Pitaly Bazaso and a friend of the beasts, but not those demons.”
When Minokka pointed behind me with a polite gesture rather than a finger, the buzz grew loud enough that I could tell without looking back.
However, his attitude is too polite to be called one-sided contempt or rejection. While tilting her head at this, Minokka added:
“Please give us a chance to explain why we cannot help you. They may wait here until the story is over, as long as you promise not to leave this place in the meantime.”
“…Okay. Then, as a representative…”
“No, only you can do it. There is no other option.”
Contrary to its content, Minokka’s stern words contained a strange politeness.
Isn’t that usually a high-handed attitude? I think I have my own circumstances, but I wasn’t sure how to accept this, so I turned my head and looked at Saint Deoni, but she and the others just stared at us silently as if they were waiting for my judgment.
“It’s for you guys. I hope you’ll trust me.”
“…All right.”
After being treated so politely, it was unlikely that he would suddenly attack me from the inside or attack the party while I was away, so I decided to accept his offer in order to know the details.
After hearing my answer, Minoka nodded lightly, gestured as if to follow me, and then turned around and started to go back the way I came. I followed him through the naturally diverging beastmen, but the other beastmen only looked at me and did not move apart.
“The other children of Cerro Lipiti will protect this place. As long as you keep your promise, no harm will be done.”
I wanted to ask, but you let me know in advance. I nodded my head wondering if there was an eye behind it, but there was no other reaction.
“It’s just a boundary, so don’t be surprised.”
“yes?”
As I walked on the snow-covered plains in silence for a while, wondering where I should go like this, the moment I took three more steps in response to Minokka’s sudden words, something strange passed through my body.
It was a sensation I had never felt before, but I knew roughly what it was without hearing an explanation.
50,000 mountains, trees, and traces of human habitation appeared in an empty field where there was nothing until just a moment ago.
“…Is it a barrier?”
“Even though I told you not to be surprised, I really didn’t expect you to be surprised.”
From Minoka, who turned her head with a small smile, the intimidation of seeing her for the first time did not remain at all.
“First of all, I’m sorry to greet you in this way. But it was such a big problem that I couldn’t help it. There was no problem with the token Krul gave me, so please understand.”
To be honest, I thought it would be a shameless act to ask for help in moving 20,000 people with the token I received for helping a few beastmen, but it doesn’t seem to be like that. Minoka, who waved at something shiny from the top of a lookout tower built in the distance, slowly slowed down to stand next to me and continued talking casually.
“If you had brought the same number of Humans, we would have gladly helped you. Krul is a shaman who proved himself, and what he did by risking his life must have been a good deed. But the Demons are our territory. cannot be safely crossed.”
I was taken aback because I hadn’t thought that such a weighty meaning would be attached to the token I thought I had made by simply plucking an infinitely protruding fang, but I was more concerned with Minoka’s explanation.
“That’s because apart from our help, that greedy guy doesn’t tolerate demons.”
“…is there anyone who hates demons?”
It was unlikely that a mere monster would react like that, so to the question I guessed, Minokka lightly shook her head and answered calmly.
“The wind king, Iranorev. The dragon of the grassland.”
The problem was that the name in his mouth was something that could not be calm in the slightest.
A dragon, not a dragon?
I doubted my ears for a moment and asked with a look on my face, but Minoka met my eyes and just nodded calmly.
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The place where Minokka arrived in a dumb state with a brain that couldn’t keep up with the situation was a huge village of prisoners.
In fact, it was a residence on such a huge scale that I wondered if it was right to call it a village.
It’s a bit of a negative expression, but because they were nestled in a huge pit with no end in sight, their habitation, which seemed perfect for being submerged, was filled with houses built in a Mongolian ger-like structure without a single tall building.
According to Minokka’s explanation, this huge pit is the physical footprint left by Cerro Lipiti when it first appeared on the continent, and that’s why the beasts who settled in this sacred land live together.
I had heard that it was so, but I was genuinely astonished to hear that there were eight such huge pits.
“I’m sorry to serve the benefactor of the clan in this form. I am Ledel, Warchief of the Eighth Footprint.”
And this was the last of the eight footprints left by Cerro Lipiti. He did not expect to hear directly from the warchief, who looks like a mixture of a tiger and a lion, that he did not know about after walking for a long time along Minokka, but he said that he did.
It was Redel’s strong hand, who identified himself as the warchief, that caught me trying to be as polite as possible.
“Those who bear the badge of the clan are like family. There’s no reason to exchange such formal greetings among family members. Sit down. You must be tired from traveling a long way, so let’s talk in a slightly relaxed state.”
He didn’t stop at beckoning to the place where the delicacies were prepared as if the upper leg would break, he grabbed me and led me.
No matter how much it was, a pupil earthquake occurred, thinking that it would be too much to treat me so friendly as a token given by one of the thousands of prisoners. was
“Don’t worry. We can’t welcome you all the way inside, but there’s no reason why we can’t provide you with a hearty meal. The food has been delivered through others, so feel free to eat.”
“…thank you.”
I tried to correct some misunderstanding, but I gave up because I thought the story would be lengthy.
Whether it was pooling or beastmen, the intimacy points of different races were still difficult for me to understand. It was better to bring it up first than to spend time and feel uncomfortable about it.
“I’ve heard about it since I came here, but I didn’t understand it properly because I didn’t have the knowledge of this place. Why is the dragon blocking the demons’ access?”
“It’s good that it’s exciting. But we don’t know why either.”
“…yes?”
Unlike the loud laughter, the answer felt stupid, but the warchief’s expression was infinitely serious, so he couldn’t even refute it. The warchief, who tore off the leg of a roasted turkey that looked roughly like a turkey and handed it to me, continued by tearing off one of his legs as well.
“The Wind King is definitely a dragon, but he’s a low-ranking being, close to a monster. Conversation doesn’t work. What we know is that he has a cruel disposition that shows no mercy to the demons, and that’s all for us. It’s just like not doing it.”
It seems that it is a racial characteristic of beastmen to talk about important things indifferently.
A Word from the Author (Author’s Review) Suddenly, there was a message saying that the regular sponsorship system would be gone.
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