Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 521
There were many prisoners who came up from the footprints and appeared, but none of them came out in front of Iranorev’s corpse recklessly.
The sense of intimidation brought on by the dragon’s corpse might be intimidating, but in reality, the biggest reason was that I, who had turned the dragon that had ruled the plains for a long time into what was a dragon, was sitting on the head of Iranorev and waiting for Warchief Redel. I can do it.
In fact, the first time I sat like this, it didn’t mean much. No matter how miraculous the healing orb is, in the end, it’s the human body that receives the effect, and apart from the fact that there are no scars, a great feeling of fatigue comes over me.
However, sooner or later, I would have to face the man called the warchief, but sitting on the floor out of shape was a bit much, so I just moved Iranorev’s head a little bit and sat down.
However, as soon as I looked back at the situation with a cold head after the heat of the battle was gone, the thought that they might not be as friendly as I expected flashed through my mind.
To me, Iranorev was nothing more than a raycist dragon, but to them, it was belatedly remembered that he was like a breakwater that made the demon king army sign a non-aggression pact over their sanctuary from a long time ago.
The warchief treated me so cheerfully, and now I want to stab him in the back, but that was always the warchief’s point of view, and the people and leaders usually had different ideas, so I couldn’t let my guard down.
So, in preparation for a situation where I had to pull out my sword, I sat in a position that made it easy to fight at any time, and all of them stood at a distance and watched, to see if they were in a state of urgency to the point that anyone who had touched the sword would notice.
At first, I quietly sought advice from Saint Emmit or Deoni about this, but I didn’t get very helpful advice.
The reason is lack of information.
Emmet knew of the existence of Iranorev, but regarded it as just a crazy dragon, and the saintess did not even know that such a dragon existed.
“Rather, this time I want to ask first. How did Emmet know?”
The saintess was visibly taken aback by the fact that he was aware of the existence of a dragon that even the church was unaware of, but Emmet just shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing special.
“This guy wasn’t only active in the domain of beastmen. There was a time when we had to come and go often to the other side of the Demonic Territory due to circumstances, but he wandered around there relentlessly, and if we weren’t lucky, we ran into each other once.”
“…on the other side?”
I tilted my head this time in response to a story that didn’t mesh with my knowledge, which I knew was all demonic spirits under Ethiel. Emmit said, “Ah.” I added a little more explanation along with the expression.
“It may sound funny to you, but it’s a place we call the Devil’s Land. Like me, we call it the other side.”
It is said that there is a frozen land that does not melt all year round if you move a little further to the west from the Demonic Territory.
There, as if a boundary had been drawn, a huge crevasse separated the continent, and the other side of it would be the Devil’s View that Emmet was talking about.
“I don’t know why it ended up like that. I’m not really interested in that kind of history.”
It is said that just breathing there has a bad effect on the body, so Emmett said that all he did was go to collect samples for research.
After that, a rather lengthy story ensued, but in short, it was that even the monsters had encountered Iranorev a few times while investigating the land for interest.
Even so, looking at what is right in front of us, it seems that they succeeded in escaping, no matter what they did.
“Even though running away was the only thing, it was a day when I had to blow up a few prepared magic tools.”
Both Emmit, who was talking, and the saintess, who was listening together, showed very calm reactions, but it was enough surprising information to me.
In Isthel, it is a land that is drawn as a demonic spirit. The fact that it was actually divided according to a certain boundary, and that it was impossible to live without those who were classified as monsters, were all unheard of.
“It is recorded that the Demonic World is the aftermath of the final battle between the evil gods and the good gods during the Holy Age.”
The saintess, who was looking at me who couldn’t help but wonder why such a place existed, made a brief comment when the crowd of beastmen split from afar and the raccoon man and those who looked like the warchief rushed toward us.
“Are there any records left in the church?”
Emmett, who was interested in this, asked a question, but this time the saintess shrugged her shoulders as if it was not a big deal.
“Literally, only records are barely left. Most of the records of the Holy Age are like that. At best, only one sentence is left intact.”
It’s all about one inscription that I don’t know if it’s a legend or history. Again, this was a pretty interesting story for me, but Emmett quickly lost interest and turned his attention to the warchief and the raccoon man, apparently feeling there was no room for further exploration.
“Anyway, it’s only been concluded that no one knows what the ramifications of killing Iranorev will be. What will you do if they make unreasonable demands?”
“Well…”
We just chatted for a while, but assuming that there are no lies in the character of Warchief Redel or the appearances of the beastmen, I think the possibility of them making unreasonable demands on us is infinitely close to zero.
Even if they ask for something, they will try to keep the line that both parties can understand.
Maybe you don’t even ask for anything. A brief conversation was enough to tell that neither the warchief nor the raccoon man had much sympathy for Iranorev.
Warchief Redel said, ‘I only accepted the breakwater called Iranolep because the demons suggested it first.’ The nuance was strong. Looking at this raid alone, their reaction is quite understandable.
Leaving aside the problem of being a beast that couldn’t speak and being able to communicate with words, Iranorev didn’t care at all even though he clearly saw the lands of the beastmen being destroyed because of him. It was obvious how such a bastard’s usual behavior would be seen by the prisoners.
Since those reasons are intertwined in a complex way, when I showed my intention to catch him, Redel must have been able to answer with a smile.
“I hope that doesn’t happen, but if you ask too much, I’ll have no choice but to do more.”
Now, meeting the eyes of the warchief, who was so close that even his facial expressions were clearly visible, he got up from his seat, and despite being far away, the other beastmen flinched greatly.
In comparison, the warchief and raccoon man’s reaction was calm.
I was quite wary of what was revealed on the outside, but I could understand it enough because I would have been the same if there was a guy with a dragon’s head in front of me.
“…You really caught the wind king. And that in such a short time.”
was it short From a fighting standpoint, it felt like fighting for a thousand years.
It was fortunate that the timing was right, so I jumped on his back, cut off his wings, and started. If I hadn’t, I might have lost all three recovery orbs and managed to escape.
“I was pretty… lucky.”
Inadvertently, I tried to put that thought into my mouth, but changed my words.
It was because I thought that it might be right to be a little forceful rather than just plainly stating the truth for the sake of the odds.
I don’t know what it would be like in a beastman society, but for humans, there are no by-products of dragons, so it’s a sale that can’t be bought.
“Some of you have caused disturbances in your territory, and some want to be allowed to do this and that, so I want to make a deal on one hind leg… how about it?”
In other words, in the case of the Humans, if they were convinced that I had used up all their strength, it would be nothing strange if there were people who would roll their heads in the direction of killing me and claiming all the by-products of the dragon.
I didn’t say it in a quiet voice, so a stir spreads among the prisoners who listened to my words.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t read the expression, so there was no way to know what kind of atmosphere it was. However, it didn’t seem so bad considering that many people backed away.
“…I think you, the human race, know better than we do what value dragon by-products have.”
He spoke calmly this time as well, but compared to when he first appeared, his pupils were Warchief Redel, who was close to a magnitude of 8.
Even so, the voice is calm. I forcibly moved my sleepy head and pointed at Emmet as I answered.
“Because my colleague is very good at playing with numbers. I know and tell you.”
“…If that proposal is true, we will formally welcome you as guests of the clan, and we will do our best to help you on your future journey.”
“Even if that makes me hostile to the demon king’s army?”
Even if we were to be eyewitnesses anyway, except for me, the saintess, and Emmett, they were all beasts.
But that’s just a possibility anyway. If information enters faster than expected, it is unknown how the demon king’s army will move.
He could have left the beastmen like this, but since the dragon disappeared, he could enter into an all-out war with the beastmen, so it was an issue that he had to make a cool decision as the warchief leading the people, regardless of his personal likes or dislikes.
The problem is that if he makes a cool decision, there is a high probability that we will be at a disadvantage.
To the question he posed in the hope that he would be a little swayed by the material desires in front of him and make an emotional decision, Redel replied coolly with a smile on his serious face.
“Ever since I was young, when I heard from my great-grandfather that they were just passing on their problems, and condescendingly, they declared that they would not invade our sacred land. I didn’t like the demon king’s army. Rather than such people, a church that knows how to serve God is better. ”
At that word, small laughter erupted from the quiet surroundings as if they sympathized with Redel’s words. Redel took one look at those beasts, nodded, and held out his hand first.
“Rather, I want to ask you to give me a chance to help you. How many days will I be able to drink while facing a warrior who even killed a dragon for the people I have to protect.”
A dragon slayer, Siegfried must be sobbing.
I held back Redel’s large hand, suppressing the desire to fall asleep right away.
“Then I will not decline.”
Fortunately, the prisoners warmly welcomed us without resorting to tricks like Iranorev’s final outburst.
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