Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 697

Chapter 697

For Cheryl Tsin Ogatorp, the future was something completely ordinary and uninteresting, something that didn’t even require much thought.

Anyway, as time goes by, she will graduate from the academy with excellent grades and prepare to take over her father’s family line, and either join the knights or work as a swordsmanship instructor, and be loyal to the royal family. While these may be life goals that others can cherish and challenge, for Cheryl, it was just a predetermined future that did not require any planning from the beginning.

Not only did she have an environment around her that spoon-fed her, but she was also good at it. From her perspective, the light-hearted flights that children her age usually took were closer to adventures that required more detailed planning.

So Cheryl grew up without any anxiety.

It may be because I was born with a bright mind and quickly learned moderation and manners and took my duty to heart, but I never feared falling behind or being compared to anyone. I never felt regret, and I never felt the resentment and anger that came from that.

Even in the midst of not being able to win a single proper match against Eldmia,

Anyway, I thought of it as ‘my’ house and ‘ours’ house.

In other words, it was said that in the span of less than a few years since coming to the Ogatorp mansion, we had been building up an internal intimacy at such a rapid pace that we could even have such thoughts…

“Don’t avoid my gaze and explain, you rascal. What did the saint say just now?”

If I had been smart enough to realize that early on, I wouldn’t have had the unfortunate incident of trying to kick the blanket every day with belated realization.

“Well, you know, there’s something important, so the rest should be put off for a while.”

If it were outside, she could have run away, but this was a closed space right now, and the entrance was blocked by Eldmia, who had just seen off Saint Deoni, so Cheryl didn’t have many options. Keeping her mouth shut would have been a solution, but if she did that, Eldmia would have been persistent and kept nagging, so Cheryl began to try to somehow evade the situation with a vague explanation.

“What on earth did you put off until you treated people like they had a mental illness?”

Eldmia burst into laughter as if she couldn’t believe it, but surprisingly, Cheryl’s answer wasn’t a lie, just lacking in detail. Just a few days ago, Cheryl had been feeling anxious for the first time in her life and had been obsessed with swords for a moment.

Even though Eldmia, who is a bystander and never mentions it, was aware of it because of the constant occurrence of incidents and accidents, she probably didn’t think much of it, but Cheryl’s life has been quite hectic lately.

Looking around, it is clear that Ilshin’s abilities are great, but he has not directly resolved any of the incidents that have come his way. Of course, he almost got into trouble with Ragnis, who had a bad reputation, and the great demon Crumelia that appeared from the basement of the academy was difficult to endure. After being recognized as having skills that could be helpful to the warrior party and joining, he soon encountered the beastman Kal Kansi who had come with Eldmia from the Demon Territory.

The fact that all those incidents were too much for even adults or powerful people to handle didn’t matter to Cheryl. What mattered was that Eldmia was at the center of it all. The fact that she was special because she was a warrior didn’t matter either. She wanted to stand proudly next to him, no matter how special he was.

“That··· I put it off··· so I neglected communication··· but it’s annoying to keep talking to you so I don’t really answer···”

The problem is that the parties involved were not fully aware of the anxiety that arose from this entire series of events.

Because of this, even though it was not intentional, it is reinterpreted as if one intentionally ignored the kindness of those around them and became lost in one’s own world, and the more one looks back, it becomes an embarrassing past.

Cheryl, who cannot know that the result of cutting the space is close to being obtained after walking a tightrope on the border between normal and abnormal, ends up hesitating and trying to avoid it as if she had entered belated puberty, and Eldmia, who also cannot know the inside story and process, continues to laugh in vain, wondering if she is really going through puberty.

“Even among elves, there are often those who, when they concentrate, filter out only the things they need from the many stories and block out their senses beyond the realm of not even wasting time responding. After a while, they come back again, which is similar.”

The story becomes infinitely lighter when Acillie’s experience is added to it. As a result, Cheryl’s brief bout of madness is treated as a teenage girl’s genius and is swept under the rug.

In fact, no one noticed that the elves that Asilier used as examples were those who had truly experienced madness, and that Asilier’s words ‘after a while’ were based on the elves. It is only natural that even the person speaking overlooked them.

“Is that so? Well, that kid does have a different level of concentration.”

Even after brainwashing herself several times to never believe the expression “soon, soon, soon” that Jang Saeng-jong used after several experiences, Eldmia was unintentionally fooled again just because the other person was Asili. After hearing Asili’s words that unintentionally fooled her, she ended up thinking, “Well, I guess that’s possible because he’s a genius.”

If Siegfried and his group, who had been working in the same party and watching Cheryl, were present, it would have been a sight that would have made them grab the back of their necks in shock.

“Anyway, let’s make some time later and practice some sparring. Cutting off space is great, but doesn’t that apply to all swordsmanship?”

“Yeah, it still feels like just a secret technique.”

Cheryl was confident because she had also learned magic theory as a form of education.

The realm he has reached is not a realm that is achieved through formulas, but rather a realm that relies entirely on instinct and intuition. I could only understand why this is only told as a legendary story after experiencing it myself.

Even if I wanted to tell you, there was no way to tell you.

Even if Eldmia had asked her how to do it, the only answer Cheryl could give was a vague explanation that she should empty her mind, focus on her goal, and swing her sword when she felt the distance narrowing down.

“I can’t explain it in detail···”

Not wanting to show such a pitiful sight, Eldmia stood up from her seat and waved her hand as she hesitated again.

“Oh, it’s okay. I saw the results with my own eyes, so why do I need to explain? We can just practice later.”

“···Aren’t you curious about how it’s done?”

“I’m crazy curious. Is there anyone in this world who wouldn’t be curious when seeing a slash jump through space without any magical power, mana, or divine power at work? Ah, maybe you, Sanyeom-nim, wouldn’t be curious, but anyways…”

The empty laughter turned into laughter, and soon a large hand ruffled Cheryl’s hair and then picked up the Leica and held it in her arms.

“But there’s no way to explain it?”

And then, as if he had read her mind, he blurted out the correct answer. When Cheryl opened her eyes wide in surprise, Eldmia crossed her arms as if it was funny and continued talking.

“Who am I? The first human to use magic on the continent, and a warrior of the Demon God. Honestly, I’m an expert on situations that are too difficult to explain.”

In the end, he said that he had been in similar situations often, so he could easily infer it. When Cheryl burst into laughter at the deliberate frivolity of considering herself, Eldmia’s face immediately became serious.

“More than anything, now is a serious situation where even the romanticism of the space investigation has to be put on hold.”

“Serious? Oh, Princess Iron Blood? It’s not really that serious, is it? Not only are we old friends, but I thought she was quite friendly? Isn’t it?”

Cheryl tilted her head in confusion, but the answer she got back was amazing.

“There’s a really long story there, but there’s one more incident that was added recently, so it’s a bit late.”

“After that···?”

“What on earth did I do to deserve this situation where I’m afraid of Esmue coming…?”

Esmie? You call the Iron-Blooded Princess by her friendly name? Miss Asili?

I turned my head in surprise at the question that was completely different from my own, and saw the familiar face of Ms. Asili.

“This is a truly filthy and unjust story, I swear to you, not just to you, but to all the gods of the pantheon, sir.”

It was the moment before Eldmia, who was smiling but not smiling, was about to slap his back when she was sure that he had done something. While Eldmia, who had a hunch about something, slowly pulled back and tried to calm Asili, Cheryl could do nothing but hug Laika tightly and roll her eyes left and right.

“Do you remember Catherine, Sister? That guy who wields the giant war hammer? Turns out he’s a member of the Royal Family of Lovell…”

It was because the information coming into my head was all messed up from start to finish. However, even in that situation, I was able to hear a few key words clearly.

Sisters, Half-Dragon Yogrid, Fight, Confession, Empire, etc.

When I put it all together, I ended up with a strange story where I was suddenly confessed to by a member of the royal family during a battle while helping a friend, but I rejected him and sent him back, but because of the nature of the route I was taking, I had to go through the empire…

“I can’t admit it, Sister!!”

“I hate him too, sis!”

Cheryl, who was lost in a sense of unidentifiable stability between the angry and the resentful, nodded calmly and stroked Leica.

Certainly, Eldmia was an expert in situations that could not be explained.