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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 1

Rebirth. What sweet words..

Since this life is so difficult despite my efforts, how can I not wish for reincarnation? but i didn't want.

This life is like this, so do you know how good of a draw it would be to be reincarnated? If it was all about the fancy settings in all kinds of novels, I would welcome it with open arms, but other than that, I was too busy living this life..

But I was unlucky enough to be reincarnated. And it was a fantasy world. Life is so unpredictable.

Still, is it possible? I don't know if it's God playing a trick or the grace of my parents who protected their poor child until the end, but no matter what life I get again, I have no choice but to live hard again..

however.

But everything else is the same, fuck it.

The fact that the entire village was destroyed by the devil's army just 8 years after birth is truly crossing the line..

8year.

A time to be reborn in another world, build new bonds, and adapt to life..

It's true that it was an incredibly long time, but from a child's perspective, it was such a short time. No matter how many times I was reincarnated, it took 4 years for me to grow up and start working properly..

"It's so hard, really."

And today is 8 years and 12 days since I was born in this world. It's been three days since our village almost disappeared....

"Your dog-like body is really weak.."

It is the second day since I found the head of a shovel with a burnt-out handle and started digging a grave in what used to be a blacksmith shop..

"The blisters are so sore!"

There was flowing water in the valley that could be used as drinking water, and there were leftover potatoes in the village granary, so eating and drinking was not a problem, but the child's body was too weak to help..

As it is a fantasy world, magic exists. If I had learned it, I would have been able to dig the land with ease, but the village I lived in was rural, so I couldn't learn such valuable things. About three years ago, a magician happened to visit me, so I imitated him by showing off all sorts of things and even pretending to feel magic, but I couldn't use that magic..

When he came back four years later, he said he would teach me the magic once he confirmed that I had worked hard. Since they said wizards don't lie, wouldn't he have been able to at least use digging magic even if the Demon King's army attacked a year later??

But what can you do? It's been 3 years now.

It was possible to perform the extremely fantasy-like act of strengthening the body by moving magical power, which felt like a blessing in the midst of misfortune. I was immersed in a fantasy-like experience that could only be described as amazing, and I practiced tirelessly for three years. He can run at a speed that absolutely cannot be achieved by an 8-year-old child, and in just a moment, he can swing a heavy long sword at a speed close to that of an ordinary adult..

But apart from that, an untrained body has limitations. The evidence was the blisters on my palms, and the fact that when I ran fast, I felt pain that could not be considered muscle pain. Thanks to this, I dug the ground, trusting only in my pure body and the head of the shovel. In the end, it took two days to dig up my parents' grave..

"Still, he worked hard for an 8-year-old child.."

Even though my body was 8 years old, my mind was looking at 30, including my previous life, so I couldn't understand what it meant that my father, who left the hiding place saying he would bring my mother back, did not return even after a night, and I came down early in the morning on the outskirts of the village, feeling like shit. I was able to find my parents lying down together..

Even when I saw it, I cried so sadly. I cried to the point where I fainted from exhaustion. It was the 3rd day and that was why it took 2 days to dig the grave..

"Tomorrow I'll be able to piece together what's left of the fence and complete the tombstone.."

Although he now lives as a hunter, his parents were once adventurers and traveled around the continent before settling down..

Is that why? Both of them had passed away, holding in one hand a sword covered in blood whose origin was unknown. It's embarrassing to say that he was fortunate, but seeing as he was not caught in the fire or damaged by the body and was just cleanly pierced through the heart, I think he didn't suffer too much..

That's what death was like in my past life..

"Thinking about it for the first time in a while makes me angry.."

I was exhausted just from digging the grave by noon, tearing up the sack that was lucky enough not to be burned in the cellar, and lifting and transporting my parents' bodies. Even if I tried to use his magical power to strengthen his physical strength and move him, it was obvious that he would collapse without even being able to lift a finger after moving everything, so I just moved him without even lifting a finger..

Since fall was in full swing and winter was just around the corner, it was fortunate that corruption had not occurred yet..

"flaw. Damn that's a good thing."

8How can a three-year-old child survive the winter alone? What she said was a hiding place was nothing more than a small crypt that her father used to store meat during the winter. If it had been a little later, there would have been some food stored there to get through the winter, but now it's just empty. Even if she scrapes together the burnt food from her food pantry, she can't last even a week..

It's just like this because of the obsession that I have to do my duty right away. There is nothing fortunate or leisurely about it..

"I thought it was fantasy, but it turned out to be a survival story in another world.."

The sunset was setting. Normally around this time, she would have arrived home with her father, smelling the scent of her mother's stew. Ever since she was six years old, she had been following her father around, asking him questions and learning things like hunting techniques and herbal medicine knowledge she had acquired during her days as an adventurer. She liked going to the village chief's house and reading books, but the process of acquiring knowledge for life without going to college or getting a job was leisurely and full of a form of joy she had never felt in her life..

Tears naturally flowed at the realization that those happy days had flown by like a lie..

It was truly pure happiness. To the extent that I should feel relieved that I was able to fully experience and enjoy that happiness because I was not a child..

"Ha...let's go back."

Fortunately, the valley water is fine, so there is no need to worry about drinking water. Otherwise, you'll end up crying and dying from dehydration..

It was clear that it would be dark when we picked potatoes for dinner and went to the hideout. As of now, there was no time to rest as there was nothing to light a fire. If you don't quickly go back to the crypt, put on the clothes you scrounged up, and warm up, you will be extremely cold..

When I tried to get up from my seat, I felt a slight vibration through my buttocks where I was sitting..

A sound I had never heard in person in my past life, but I am familiar with it in this life..

The sound of horses' hooves pounding the ground and the sound of horses trotting.

"fuck."

I get goosebumps. It was a sound more terrifying than ever. As naturally as possible, I took out the long sword I had given to my parents and put it aside. I turned my head slightly to look at the source of the sound, and there was a group standing with their backs to the sunset at what was the entrance to the village..

You can tell just by the silhouette that this is not a normal army. Even the mercenaries did not carry a single flag indicating their affiliation. Above all, there weren't that many numbers..

"dog fuck."

It's a thief. I don't know if he saw the village burned down or if he saw traces of the Demon King's army, but it was clear that he had come to check if there was anything to salvage..

If you run to the mountains now and run away, you will survive without much trouble..

But then those bastards will not only steal the sword I gave to my parents, but they will also steal all the little accessories..

Even if my whole body is torn to pieces today, I cannot stand by and watch that happen..

They started coming up the hill where I was.

The place where I am is a small pantheon located on a village hill. It had no particular meaning. Since my parents were religious, I thought it was right to bury them here..

The number is 7. The guys who came nearby soon got off their horses and were looking around as they approached me. At least one of them looked like she was a woman based on her body, but she was being dragged semi-forcibly with an iron leash on her, as if she were a slave..

The armor is poor. None of the guys wore helmets, and the best they were wearing was the breastplate, greaves, and gauntlets of the guy walking in front. He was the only one holding a knife. The rest only held daggers or axes, and there were no weapons like bows in sight. no. To be exact, I had a bow, but I left it on my horse..

I feel like the blood is draining from my hands and feet from the tension. What do I have? Appearance of 8 years old. The knife my parents were holding. stones around.

And...horsepower. Magical power that can strengthen the body. Magic power stored without being used once for 3 days.

"hey. Little."

A man who looked like a leader, walking a little faster than the group at the front, called out to me. He was unkempt and had matted hair, as if he hadn't washed in days, but there were no scars on his face..

"Who are you??"

With a pitiful expression on his face, he hugged the knife tightly as if it were a keepsake from his parents and trembled as he asked. In my heart, I was hoping that since I was just an adventurer, I would just check the situation and go back, but the possibility seemed slim..

To begin with, it may not be common for a strange person to be nervous around an 8-year-old child, but since my life is at stake right now, I have no choice but to act as best as I can. In response to my question, the man approaches me, smiling as if it were ridiculous..

"Hehehe. Fuck, I don’t know anything about that, just give me that knife.."

"This is my parents'."

Turn your body sideways and grab the handle of the sword, pretending that the sword is falling under your weight. Then the guy frowned, bent down to his waist, and shouted at me..

I aimed at that.

I swung my sword, exploding the magical power spread throughout my body..

"If you don't want to be fooled by this asshole, right now....ugh.?"

Expertise in swordsmanship? I don't know if he has any skills, but his hobby in his past life was martial arts. During my school days, I was so into kendo that I even thought about becoming an instructor..

If you have the strength, you have the skill to aim for the neck and make a horizontal cut. And I had the power of magic..

"Sigh. Lee, moose..."

Forget the pressure of killing people. I was killed by a murderous robber in my past life. I used all my strength to kill him by breaking his neck, but he was stabbed in the heart almost at the same time, so he couldn't move and died. He already has a record of murder..

It was a reincarnation that started like that. But even that was all gone.

I am a person who has nothing to see right now..

"uh? Leader?"

The captain must have been hit by the guy who fell head first on the ground and was shaking in cognitive dissonance. As I was acting like a little sheep who knew nothing again and was trembling with anxiety, a guy came running with an expression on his face that did not understand the situation and squatted down next to him..

I should have paid attention to the blood on the knife I was holding..

"Captain, what...blood? Okay?"

I took a step back, gained some space, and swung my sword aiming at the guy's neck. The diagonal cutting motion clearly cut deep into the guy's carotid artery, even to my eyes. Surprised eyes look at me, but it's already too late.

"uh? uh? What the fuck have you done you bastard?!"

Only then did the rest come to their senses and look in my direction. But my acting isn't over yet..

"Me, I don’t know either. Go, suddenly the sword..."

The gazes of four astonished thieves and a slave with a strange expression fell on me..

"what?! Fuck, isn’t that a magic sword??"

Wow, it seems like something like that really exists. It's a cruel world.

I thought what would happen if they rushed in and tried to kill them, but they were struggling in fear..

"Why is that in this crazy corner of town?!"

"Ha, but the devil's army passed by, right?! Didn't I spill it??"

What kind of idiot would spill something like that? It was so ridiculous that I almost lost all my acting. Fuck..

Sad thoughts. My parents passed away... Holy shit, I'm really sad. I can't forgive bastards..

"Hey, hey. Little. Hey, give it to me first.."

One guy who seemed brave enough began to approach me in a hesitant manner. With one arm outstretched, he hesitates and bends down to level with me as he approaches me..

"Heh, this, this is my mom’s..."

"Dear mother. I understand, so just give it to me! I'll return it later!"

Out of breath, he approaches as if to hand over the sword by the handle held in both hands. He may have never held a sword in his life, but he has no idea that I can swing a sword like that..

It's not that big of a guy. He must be about 160 cm tall? The arm length should be between 60 and 70 centimeters at most..

As soon as I got close enough to touch the pommel to my fingertips, I swung my sword as hard as I could towards the guy's neck..

"Wow!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"Wow fuck Glenn!!"

"It's a magic sword! Fuck it's a magic sword!"

I think my acting will continue further..