Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 612

The Allied Forces, which participated in the war against the demons in the name of the Kingdom Alliance, are in fact a group without any roots.

Volta Bay, Pazuson, Banais, and even Rudra gathered together to complete the union, and those who originally fought against each other almost made it up overnight for a plausible pretext and excuse, so it was a very natural result.

There could be no rules for a temporary alliance formed to qualify for participation in lucrative business.

In fact, if they had the opportunity, they were confident that they would not hesitate to use the chaos on the battlefield as an excuse to strike the back of the enemy’s troops. It’s just that their purpose this time around was to eat a huge cake called Demons’ Spirit, so they just agreed not to engage in a power struggle.

Colonization of the Demonic Territory, huge profits generated from it, and the slave industry. There are plenty of places to get money, such as looting. It is clear that he will be busy picking up and eating.

The balance of the battlefield, which was like thin ice, was crushed in an instant and pushed the eastern front a lot, so I was sure that if I didn’t join now, I would lose the justification and opportunity. And until they believed that, those who decided to participate in the war were full of dreams and hopes in the expectation that they would be able to touch a lot of money, regardless of whether they were nobles or commoners.

Growe Aishio, who led a mercenary group and signed a contract with a nobleman of the Kingdom of Banais to participate in the war, was one of those people.

“You should have gone to the Eastern Front, too.”

At the same time, he was also a person struggling with intense regret every day for his wrong choices.

“Again, is that small, Captain?”

Unlike him, who burns his stomach day by day, the adjutant who picks a flower from somewhere and chews it, yawns. He consistently insists that the current situation is not all bad, saying that Growe is overzealous, but Growe only counters that the adjutant does not know anything, so he can only maintain an optimistic attitude.

“Across the continent, all we’re doing in the demonic territories is just guarding an empty house. If I had to pick one realization I learned while living as a mercenary, it’s that there’s no profit without risk. We have no profit right now.”

The gaze of Lieutenant Potimus was still half-closed as he watched Growe vigorously expressing his opinion with his hairy arms rolled up, but he still showed some sincerity in nodding his head.

We’ve been working together for years, so I wonder if I heard that for the first time today. I had already heard it hundreds of times, and I sympathized with him because he was a mercenary.

But there was a most serious fallacy in Growie’s argument.

“That’s not to say here, it’s to the noble blueblood who’s been bitching in the tent over there.”
“If this fucks that, would you be doing this!”
“I don’t know what to do.”

Despite Growe’s outraged response, Potimus only burst out laughing. And it was the same for the other mercenaries who were watching the conversation between the two repeated every day.

In fact, when he said, ‘No risk, no benefit’, Growe was only telling himself. Despite having such a belief, it was now Growe who fell for the nobility’s candy coating and ended up here.

It shouldn’t have been said that it would be able to plunder enough just by maintaining security while serving as a garrison in the rear of the troops pressing the Demon King’s army through other routes besides the Eastern Front. But Growe had no doubt that he would make the same mistake if he went back to that time.

Even at that time, not only did everyone unanimously make such a claim, but they also scrambled to take the position of the garrison. The nobleman who hired him was one of them.

If I had eyes to see through the truth in such a situation, I wouldn’t have lived like this. Feeling the ever-increasing wrinkles on his forehead, he was about to sigh when a scream rang out from the tent where the ‘blue-blooded’ aristocrat was staying in the distance. and cut off

“Yemiral, you’re fucking again. You’ve already lost all the memories of screaming to catch that thing, damn it.”

None of the mercenaries knew what that meant, but none stepped forward. They were people who had no way or reason to stop their employers from taking out their anger on the ‘rebellious prisoners’ every day. Only Lieutenant Potimus was faithful to his duty.

“Captain, the flying dragon knights of Itsiel will be patrolling, so shouldn’t we be careful?”
“Has it already happened?”
“Will I just lie down and keep looking at the sky? I’m dying of anxiety because I feel like I can see something from the edge of the sky.”

The direction the adjutant pointed was not in the direction of Levien, but in the direction in which the Marquis of Levien himself led the troops, but there was still a possibility, so Growe had to get up with a deep sigh.

It was understandable that the aristocrat would do that. Even though the Empire and Ethyl support gates and various supplies for movement, they haven’t made any profit since they settled here. He himself, who has to feed a mercenary group of only a hundred or so, is also on a shitline, but from the standpoint of moving with knights and troops, his insides will be turned upside down.

It is not that there is a deficit. Instead of stopping their plunder, the Empire and Itthel continued to pay their wages, making a steady profit. However, for those who dipped their feet in to play with a large amount of money from the beginning, it is only a small amount of money, so the stomach is not full.

Some say that it is good because you can earn a stable income without risking your life. Like his lieutenant Potimus. However, whenever he encountered such people, he was the type of person who only answered, ‘If that’s the case, why are you a mercenary?’

Therefore, I sympathize to some extent with the anger of the aristocrats who came here aiming to make a fortune and then became oblivious to guarding their homes like dogs on a leash.

However, the form of expressing that anger in the direction of ignoring the warnings of the empire and Isthel was another thing. That was the reason Growi forced his smile and made his way across the encampment full of noblemen’s soldiers towards the tent where screams had been heard just before.

“Ugh, knights, you’re having a hard time today.”

When I flattered myself in front of the tent that arrived after passing through the eyes of the soldiers who were now accustomed to it, the faces of the two men standing guard loosened up a bit.

Strictly speaking, he was not a knight, but a squire, but Growee approached with a low profile without building unnecessary pride. They gained self-esteem, and they gained trust, so good was good.

“Hmm? That’s Growe. Did you come because of the flying dragon?”
“As expected, the knights are sharp-eyed. In fact, it’s a little subtle to us, but I came to tell you this because I wondered what else could be flying around in a place like this other than flying dragons.”

At first, they didn’t even like his approach, but after notifying them of the dragon knight’s appearance several times in advance, their attitude changed and they responded with a small smile at Growe’s words.

“Haha, joking. How can it be so big that you can’t see it? Don’t worry, I’ve already called the soldiers.”

However, the answer was subtle.

big? Until just a moment ago, I was staying at the edge of the sky at the size of less than a little finger?

Just in case, I turned my head here and there, but there were no drakes flying from the other direction, so Growee’s gaze naturally turned to the back of his passing, and it was hardened.

So far, I have seen many flying dragons while staying here, but the flying dragon, which arrived at an incredibly fast speed, was approaching right in front of the garrison and flapping its wings, preparing to land.

There wasn’t even a lot of noise in the process, so Growe didn’t notice anything odd. But the real problem wasn’t its size, it was its location.

It flapped its wings to land in the middle of the garrison, not outside it, and began to mess with the surrounding tents.

“Damn it! What are you guys doing?! Aren’t you supposed to lead them out?!”

Unlike one of his servants who hurriedly left the position and ran towards the dragon, Growe could clearly see the rider firmly landing the dragon, regardless of the hand gestures and footsteps of the soldiers around him.

The fact that a stunningly beautiful woman was riding behind him was surprising enough, but more attention was drawn to the man looking down.

Guys who pull out swords without hesitation if they make a mistake have eyes like that.

While his instincts, which he had honed during his long mercenary life, grasped something unusual and sweated out cold sweat, the man who lightly jumped off the dragon that had landed on his own and landed, paying no heed to the mess he had prepared, set off in the tent with Growe. walked straight towards

“Where in the world is this rude! To sit a flying dragon in the middle of the garrison! Does Itthiel decide to come out without manners or anything!”

Even though the servant who ran in hastily showed his hostility openly, the man just glanced at him and walked forward as if he didn’t even feel it was worth mingling with. Then, for some reason, he looked straight at him and asked.

“I received a report that Baron Taheed Die Raunet of Banais Kingdom is kidnapping from a nearby demon village. Is the Baron present?”

It was a part that could be known that the other side was also full of hostility. It was clear that it was not uncommon for the hairs on his body to stand on end every time he shortened the distance.

But to my surprise, I didn’t feel any aura, so while I was shaking my head and tilting my head, the ignored seed disguised my embarrassment as anger and stretched out my hand.

“How dare you say such absurd words to the baron?”

Then, he fell face down on the floor. Growe was convinced as he looked at the servant who suddenly fell to the ground and the visitor who had raised his right hand and loosened his wrist.

“Ask again. Is the Baron seated?”

It’s not that it’s unusual, it’s that something has gone terribly wrong.

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