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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 101

This is the first time in my life that I feel so sad about not being able to use magic properly..

I suspected it was some kind of illusion magic, but soon decided to give up that possibility..

It is a fantasy magic that has powerful effects depending on the situation, but even if you are a demon, what you cannot avoid is preparation in advance. Illusion magic without preparing the tools and setting the stage in advance for the magic cannot create hallucinations of this magnitude. If I were in the middle of enemy territory, I would at least suspect it, but it is realistically absurd that no one in the imperial territory knew while demons were making such preparations throughout the forest, so it is not worth thinking about..

There is a possibility that that guy has become a demon hero and is the world's first fantasy magician, but if he is that kind of guy, he wouldn't be here..

"It's so damn hot."

The wound itself was small enough not to fit a little finger, and it did not penetrate. I'm not sure if any organs were injured, but if so, I guess I wouldn't have been able to move. It will be fine.

However, the process leading up to the injury was so completely unexpected that it came across as a painful mistake. He forced himself to stop his increasingly negative thoughts and decided to awaken his consciousness once more..

okay. Kidnapping or assassinating a princess is not easy. It would be normal to try to hit some strong guys. It's true that he's definitely a strong guy..

Still. Those who are strong enough to do it all on their own are still sent to the front line first. The front line hasn't been maintained for 7 years for nothing..

In other words, no matter how strong that guy waiting here with the miscellaneous soldiers is, he is not as strong as the generals on the front lines..

"Then...I win, fuck it.."

The commander's head needs to be cut off, but we can't unilaterally punish a bastard who can't properly participate in the war..

"Don't talk nonsense, but tell me how you avoided it.."

To gather my will, I muttered something quietly, and after hearing it in shame, I fell asleep..

"Tell me why your head didn't come off and I'll think about it."

"this? Nothing special. It's because I'm cursed."

Of course, I said this with the intention of not saying anything, but he responded immediately. It was a completely unexpected reaction, so I was dumbfounded for a moment, but the guy looked up at the sky, tapped his chin, and continued speaking..

"Although it exists, it will not exist; it will be torn to death, but it will not be able to die as a result of all things made of blood and flesh. So you will live in stasis, and the only way to find relief is through death...? Isn’t it long-winded? But it was real."

I think it was about 80 years ago, but I don’t really remember. As I watched the guy finish his sentence by tapping his temple with his middle finger, I almost got angry without realizing it..

No, what kind of thoughtless bastard would put a curse of immortality on that crazy bastard? If you want to cast it, cast it on a warrior or cast it so that you can't even use fucking magic..

"What kind of idiot would curse like that without even thinking about it?..."

The guy, unable to hold back his true feelings, picked up his true feelings and smiled again, then spoke..

"Hehehehe. The reaction is interesting. It's the first time I've seen a guy talk like that. Actually, I thought that too at first and laughed at it. But this was surprisingly a curse.."

I was half wondering if this species, a species that lived three times as long as humans, was planning to talk about the woes of an immortal just because it had been 80 years, and half was thinking about taking countermeasures and conserving strength while it was talking all the time. I closed my mouth and listened, and unlike how he used to say it was no big deal, he started to become more and more maniacal..

"The core of that damn bitch's curse was 'identity'... 80 years... 80 fucking years!! Even though 80 years have passed, my magic and mana are still there! even alittle! I couldn't grow up!! I was considered the favorite of magic!! That’s right!! Because of one trashy bitch!! My life was ruined by a bitch who wouldn't have minded even if she ripped out her horns and burned her alive!! this? Is this magic? Even if I wasn't cursed, this trick wouldn't even be considered magic.!"

what? expedient?

Even if I dismissed everything else as the complaints of a crazy person, I couldn't ignore this..

"To be isolated and separated from magic...what...what a piece of shit...huh. I'm angry again."

Contrary to my wish for him to be a little more crazy, the guy suddenly showed a normal reaction again and scratched his head. This wasn't a concept, it was really crazy..

"There were many things at stake in identity. The emotion was also what I was feeling at the time. My memory is the same as it was back then. Thanks to this, even if I look back and get mad like crazy, it suddenly stops and what happened a week ago is vague, but what happened 80 years ago is clear and that's it.?"

After living like that for 80 years, I analyzed the last words he muttered, convinced that he was gone just like that..

Isolated and separated from magic. Magic used as an expedient method. Identity.

Still, I hadn't completely given up on magic, so I was able to come up with a pretty valid hypothesis right away with just that little bit of information. And the hypothesis was so crazy that I thought it was so bad that my previously depressed mood suddenly rose..

"That was it. you bastard You're using mana?"

After all, there was a God in this world. Because the guy’s calm face started to twist again at my words..

"Oh my god...there are so many miracles. It's crazy that there are some bullies who don't believe in heroes. Isn't that right, you crazy person??"

"Shut your mouth......"

Perhaps because he was extremely embarrassed, or because he had just rolled his eyes at the fact that I, a human, had seen through the truth, the guy gritted his teeth and ripped out his hair..

okay. It must be expedient and humiliating for a demon who uses magical power to use magic to do something like that would cause his body to explode, but now he uses magic with mana that would otherwise be useful to a human..

Since the magical power in the body is not used by generating it, but is used through a process of refining it into mana, there is no way that magical power can be felt, and since the entire magic from activation to completion is made up of only mana from the body, only the completed magic is visible and the process is not visible. It wasn't visible.

Of course, like a guy who confidently boasted about his past, he would have pursued extreme efficiency and eventually stabilized it. I probably put in all my effort and effort as if I were studying for a college entrance exam..

But are you under the curse of stagnation? How much could I have grown by practicing for 80 years using a method that had never been used before??

I begin to understand everything: the limited magic I can use, the amazing power it possesses, and the fact that I am stuck here despite having such a prosperous past..

To share the joy of this realization, I used my excellent summarizing skills to distill everything I understood into a concise and clear form, and then told it to him..

"This was a completely flawed piece of trash.?"

"I'll kill you!!"

I wonder if it's because of the sudden surge of adrenaline, but now the wound on my side doesn't seem like a big deal..

The guy rolled his eyes and widened his distance to counter the magic he was preparing. Shoot as much as you want. Anyway, as long as it is visible to the eye, it is similar to an arrow, so unless it sticks and gets stabbed in a blind spot, I am confident that it will not be difficult to avoid attacks that focus on physical cutting and penetration..

The problem is that his anger goes back and forth between sudden acceleration and sudden braking. And apart from finding out its limitations, I actually had no means of attacking it..

The part about being made of blood and flesh probably refers to living things. Nevertheless, the reason the sword didn't work is because it cuts, not tears..

"When I go back, I will definitely study curse science.."

I vaguely remember hearing this. A curse that cannot be broken does not exist. It's just a story that the key is to twist the solution in a complicated or extremely extreme way so that it ultimately leads to the subject's self-destruction and becomes a solution..

I also heard that the more powerful a curse is, the easier it is to cure it, limited to only those who cast it. Didn't they say that if you don't do that, the caster will actually be harmed??

That crazy guy was pulling out his horns, so the person who put the curse must have been a demon or some other race with horns..

As far as I know, the only races on the continent that can cast curses and have horns are the dragons and demons. And the dragon is literally a dragon, so no matter how demonic it is, it doesn't dare to attack it..

Clearly, the person who cursed him was a demon like him. So does the answer ultimately lie in magic? But how can you tear someone apart with magic power??

Maybe it's possible?

"after. I was angry for a long time this time. There's no way you could kill me anyway, right? Just let me know how you're avoiding my magic and it won't hurt..."

"What are you talking about, you old bastard who only uses mana? I don't even use mana. I'm going to kill you soon, so just shut up.."

"I'll kill you!!"

Of course, I can't use mana, but there's nothing like this to make me explode with feelings of inferiority..

Perhaps because of his high self-esteem, the magic he was shooting started to gradually change into penetrating magic, as he was once again suffering from anger management disorder just by saying a single word. Is a shred of reason trying to preserve magical power? If nothing else, this is a good phenomenon for me. It might make some holes in my body, but it couldn't penetrate..

First, I used the surrounding trees and terrain as much as possible to avoid his attacks and sheathed the sword I had drawn. And somehow I concentrated my scattered nerves and focused on one sense..

What comes to mind is the feeling I felt when I just passed through the gate, as if the threads coming out of my body were woven into a huge cloth and I was being swept away..

That's definitely magic.

And judging from the senses that expanded accordingly, magical power resides not only in the human body but also in objects. That is why the aura refined by humans cannot reside in the sword. Auras that have been transformed through a process called refining will become something completely different from magical power, and although people may not know, objects will not be able to adapt to it..

I think the reason enchantments and magic swords can be made is because they use mana as fuel and ultimately use mana as fuel to activate magic..

That's why I was able to apply magic to the sword. In the end, it's the same magic power.

So, doesn't magic mean that some degree of synchronization is possible, whether it comes from a person's body, an object, or someone else's magic??

And if that's possible. If you connect the sword and sheath with magic, synchronize them with the guy's body and head, and then use magic to pull out the sword....

Won't the guy's head be pulled out along with the sword??

I thought about it, but I think it's such a crazy idea that even Satan would give it a standing ovation.?