Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 536

Fortunately, the unfortunate incident where Count Leitor couldn’t feel my magic and divine power didn’t happen.

However, it seemed that he was quite taken aback by the sudden outing. He showed the most dramatic change in his facial expression that he has shown so far, and he was able to open his mouth with difficulty only after organizing his thoughts for a long time and choosing his words.

“Is the Church really coming here for us?”

Looking at him with no hesitation while being naturally respectful, he answered with a nod rather than a detailed explanation. It was a confusing situation in many ways, so it was not too late to explain in detail later.

“The Church has come to the conclusion that the Count’s faith and devotion cannot be forgotten or ignored. According to our calculations, troops will arrive within a week.”
“In the world… Where did you come from? A week, how can you travel that distance without a rumor…”

Contrary to the impression of a naive savage warrior, Count Leitor is not bound by prejudice or common sense, nor is his head spinning. It looked very fast. His eyes widened a little as he quickly scanned the map on the table with a wandering gaze.

“You have passed through the realm of beastmen.”
“That’s right. Thanks to the connections made in the past, I was able to receive help from the Eight Footprints.”

I could see that he was trying to control his expression as much as possible, but even so, Count Leitor couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

how? I could see that he was making a lot of effort not to spit out the obvious question that lingered in his mouth. He seemed to be working hard to suppress his curiosity because he knew very well that that wasn’t what was important right now.

And he managed to suppress his curiosity. What he said was very surprising.

“No, no, hero. The Church must not come to Leitor.”

While smiling as if he was thrilled or delighted, Count Leitor struggled to continue his speech with a complicated expression and tone that was so saddening on one side.

“The Special Operations Department has already intervened here. Fortunately, not only are our troops’ morale and training level high, but they seem to have disrupted their plans, so we were able to hold on until now, but we can feel their manipulation everywhere.”

Count Leitor removed the map of the continent from his desk and opened a bird’s-eye view of the city, quickly sketching out our location, surrounding encirclement, and troop deployment.

“At first, it was a rebellion that started with supporters of the Demon King’s army. But at some point, mercenaries joined, unidentified helpers joined in the name of helping their comrades, and now even monsters from unknown origins are freely operating and pressuring us. There is. The guys who are receiving that help don’t even know who is helping them, but that’s for sure.”
“But you’ve been enduring well up until now. It’ll be possible to hold out for the rest of the time.”
“No, it’s not about holding out. What’s important is that the Special Operations Department hasn’t ‘directly’ intervened in all of these gimmicks yet.”

Raising his head slowly, Count Leitor pointed to his severed horn.

“I was chased after the traces of those who are presumed to be the special operations department, and I was cut off. It wasn’t just the horns cut off in a close game, and I didn’t hit them even though I could have hit my neck. Or it’s a decoy to lure the target in. What would that be?”

platform. saintess. traitors.

I didn’t even have to say anything about the obvious target. Count Leitor was well aware of this, so he continued his explanation after making eye contact with me.

“It’s not the hero. Obviously, the special operations department doesn’t know that the hero is here. If they knew, they wouldn’t be so provocative. The target tree is walking through the flames with its feet out of the woods, and I can’t stand it.”
“So, the Special Operations Department is targeting the Church, and that’s why they dug a trap with all their preparations completed, which means they’re confident in striking out the Church and its followers.”
“Exactly.”

It was definitely a possible guess, but it was a hypothesis that didn’t really come to me personally.

How do they know we’ll be here?

I dare you to say, they have no idea we’ve crossed beastmen’s realm.

Unlike Count Leitor, they were all the more aware that there was a dragon inside them. Even if it really crosses the realm of beastmen, it would be assumed that only a small number of them would survive or be annihilated after suffering devastating damage from Iranorev.

Even though it was clear that such a hypothesis could only be established, the special operations department did not enter the domain of prisoners.

Isn’t it strange? It was said that it was possible only when fully prepared, but Emmit was also able to escape from the clutches of Iranorev. If the Special Operations Division was really made up of only strong people, there was no way they wouldn’t be able to get away from Iranorev’s radar when they moved in small numbers.

Even so, they didn’t choose the option of entering the domain of beasts to confirm our existence.

why? Because the Demon King knows the outcome of the case or has the ability to see the future? If so, we would have attacked at the moment when we killed the dragon and moved out of the domain of the beastmen.

The reason is extremely simple. If you get caught by Iranoreff, you’ll die.

And this was proof that the name Special Operations Department, which is synonymous with fear for the demons, is full of bubbles through propaganda. Perhaps their real power is to plan and move based on the rumors they have accumulated, including the politics of terror that scares them and immobilizes them.

Of course, it is certain that there are people who are capable enough to afford to cut off Count Leitor’s horn, but compared to what they’ve experienced so far, it’s not even a problem.

“No, their presence here is just a fallback.”

So, I was able to answer with confidence.

Fortunately, Count Leitor frowned and pondered at my words, which was the same as ignoring his opinion, but did not show any displeasure.

“Is it…preparatory measures?”
“Yes. Because they can never predict the size of the Church. Not only that, but they can’t even be sure that we will come here.”
“…why do you feel that way?”

After all, the imaginary enemies of the ‘cult forces suddenly appearing in the vicinity of Leitor’, which the Special Operations Department assumes, are only a few who have been beaten and horribly destroyed by dragons.

There’s no way those guys would have been attacking Leitor with a plan to wipe it out, assuming that the church’s power would have increased to the same level as or more than when Rengi left Epagasierra, right?

As the Count said, the plan to use Leitor as a fly hell and collect nearby resistance forces in one place to deal with them must have been more important.

“There were dragons in the realm of beastmen.”
“Ah… yes? Sleep, did you just say dragon?”

Once again, the count and his lieutenant’s pupils caused an earthquake, but this time, too, they decided to exclude detailed explanations.

“Yes. It was a dragon called Iranolep, which the Beastmen used to call the King of Wind. Even the Ministry of Special Operations knows about the existence of that dragon. The territorial agreement between the Beastman and the Asmodians was to establish a kind of breakwater to block the dragons who would light up their eyes and attack at the sight of the Asmodians. Because it was the process of making it. It is impossible for the core operation unit to not know what the Demon King’s Army knows.”
“…If there was a dragon that was so hostile to the demons, how could the church get through there?”

Instead of answering, he stared at Count Raitor.

At first, the count hesitated a little, perhaps assuming that my gaze was reprimanding him for asking unnecessary questions out of curiosity, but after a while he realized that my gaze was not meant like that.

“Ser, can’t you…?”
“They are known as warriors, so you can’t leave them behind, can you?”

There is a reason for expressing it this way, just saying that I got a dragon head. It was because Count Leithor and his lieutenant, who had just been polite and courteous until now, had to ooze endless respect and awe, as seen in their gaze.

Recognizing that he is a hero and respecting him does not mean acknowledging his skill. As a demon, he has a strong tendency to worship strength, so he doesn’t easily admit that. However, since I couldn’t fight right away, I had to try image marketing as much as possible to raise the credibility of my remarks so there would be no regrets.

Fortunately, the fact that this form has more impact than explaining in a hundred words is a similar law even when the world changes. After that, when I explained my hypothesis about the reason why they couldn’t enter the beastmen’s territory and the actual combat capability of the special operations unit based on this, the two showed a very positive response.

“For that reason, the Special Operations Department is nothing more than weaving a web in preparation for the possibility that the very few people who suffered devastating damage from the dragon will join Leitor. They must be waiting impatiently for it to appear.”
“There’s a good chance that the special ops department here got caught by accident, and it’s not assuming an all-out war with the church.”

This time I am ‘correct.’ It was my turn to say Then Count Leitor’s face widened.

“Under Epaga-sama’s protection, not only did we not suffer any damage miraculously, but we also united the people of Birre and grew stronger than when Epaga left Sierra in Rengi.”

I get up slowly while reading the emotion that is commonly called ’emotion’.

“There was a long and difficult march, but we were able to overcome it with the help of the prisoners and the efforts of the church. Now we are as thorough as the first day we left the Holy Land.”

In the eyes of Count Leitor and his lieutenant, infinite trust was flowing out. The adjutant might even cry as if he were going to cry at any moment, perhaps because he was a little on the sensitive side.

“Now we will win here, and next we will punish the apostates and establish justice. This is possible because you have stood firm in front of the promised gate.”

Even after hearing that the hand of salvation had come, they said to abandon themselves for the safety of the church and the saintess, and in fact, they were even determined to die. As a hero, wouldn’t it be rewarding to give someone that much emotion?

“Now is the time to strike back.”