Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 198
It didn't take long for Asilier to come out of the house that Jin had neatly organized, with only the items properly organized..
Because Jin had already worked hard to find and dispose of perishable items to some extent, organizing our house was able to be completed more simply than expected. There was a series of processes of inspecting the chicken coops and boxes used when first bringing in the livestock, putting them in one by one, and loading them onto an old cart, but it was simple enough..
My parents' graves and the small pantheon I had created were in good condition. As I got older, repairs that were originally made of wood were replaced with stone, but just by looking at it, I could tell that Asilier had been consistently maintaining it while I was away..
"Next time, I'll at least bring that demon's head.."
There was only so much to say for now, so after a brief funeral we returned to Ogwen. Jin had to ride in a cart with the livestock, but she smiled leisurely, saying that she was glad she didn't have to walk..
"Hey, Eldmia.!"
After such a leisurely return, what greeted us was Sen and his companions, who were looking like they were crying with the horses we had brought with them for the first time..
"ah."
"this."
I left that alone..
I felt like my eyes were going dark at the mess caused by the animals who had no skills other than eating, packing, and running..
Such scary things. Since I brought it to sell it anyway, it would have been better if I just went ahead and sold it, but I guess he was watching me too much and ended up just stamping his feet without doing anything. The immature kids are laughing at the horses pooping, so they really have the qualities of bad adventurers..
"Yes, it's my fault for forgetting to take care of it.."
Finally, after struggling with the horse manure for a while, we were able to dispose of the horses..
Fortunately, the horses sold for a pretty good price. The reason was that the demand for carriages had been increasing recently, perhaps due to the trickle-down effect from the adventurers that Mrs. Alicia had mentioned. There are some dungeons nearby, so there are carriages that go back and forth to them.?
I'm not sure if I should really consider it a boom during this war, but they say it's the driving force behind the market, so I thought it was just that..
Even after going through such a series of messes, we still had time until evening and we were uncertain about where to go, so we decided to sit in the hall of the inn where Sen and her companions were staying and talk about Bellesica..
"Fortunately, Velesica's parents arrived safely and were under the protection of the temple.."
If it were a party for Gaendal, the super elite adventurers of justice, there would have been countless glasses of alcohol on the table and stories to tell, but of course, they weren't allowed to do that yet. The content of the conversation, which started with the motto of thorough solemnity, solemnity, and sincerity, was not bad, but it was also not that neat..
First of all, since it was an emotional family reunion, we decided to meet tomorrow to talk about the details, that we also left a cult member there, and that we received confirmation that the Ogwen Cathedral Cross would do its best to protect the saint. I liked it, but I didn't like the fact that Priest Ashel, who made the rant, asked me to meet him tomorrow as well..
"Did you say my name there??"
"yes? Of course, if you want to find Priest Ashel,..."
"Don't be rude. Did I tell you that I was involved in what you went through?."
"Uh...just...you helped me a little.?"
"...But why are you calling me out of nowhere??"
"Well, we don't know. He was just thinking about something and suddenly said that.."
Is it just a guess because so many things were done in the past?...?
While I was thinking for a moment because I couldn't think of a good reason, Sen looked at the abundant drinks at another table and said, licking his appetite..
"In a strange way, things have become bigger than that. Candidates for sainthood are cultists.."
"What's there to grow? Anyway, the issue of saints will be resolved by the Holy Light Cross Society, and the cultists will all die soon.."
"...Hey, Eldmia? It's not that we ever doubt Eldmia's skills. Can I ask you something??"
"Hmm...yeah. What?"
I don't think he's going to act arrogant like asking my age and trying to talk me out of it, but right now he's listening well, so I can just ask him one question out of generosity..
"Those cultists are cultists, and as I said at the beginning, quite a lot of them came out on the battlefield.."
"however?"
"There are a lot of people. Excluding the 30 people, there will be about a hundred people left.."
"What the fuck, about such a strange religion... No, let's say you can do that if you lose your mind on the battlefield. so?"
"...Would you mind??"
Even though it's okay to be noticed, it's not okay to keep bothering me by talking back, so I thought about saying something, but when I thought about it, I realized that if I got angry here for no reason, I'd just end up like an idiot asking if he was ignoring me, so I decided to refrain..
"There's no need to say it that way. You want to ask if you can fight and win against those guys?."
"Yeah...well, that's right. In fact, we were in a difficult position with only 10 people, and according to the guy who caught us, he wasn't the strongest among them. I can't imagine it easily."
"Is it possible."
If a problem can be solved by bluffing and showing off, people will say that they can even catch the devil, but that's not how things work in the world. It was a confidence based on thorough reasoning. The doctrines of the cultists are already sick.?
Die and be reincarnated as a demon.
A doctrine that, by all accounts, consists of a psychology bordering on fear and admiration for a different race that is stronger than one's own..
In other words, those cultists are just advertising themselves as being weaker than the demons on the battlefield. Even within their lousy religion, they created a hierarchy and instead of distributing the results of their contract with that bastard, who was clearly the devil, to all believers, they even created a position called priest and implemented a hierarchy system. Well, in a way, it may be an insurance against using the devil's power carelessly, but in the end, it is true that the opportunity to become evenly stronger was thrown away..
In the end, the absolute majority is just saying it’s about making up the number of people..
"There's no way the 30 people who rushed to the request to sacrifice a candidate for sainthood were just scumbags, right? As the guy who may be receiving baptism with holy water at the Holy Light Cross said, there may be elites, but in the end, he was also one of the core forces that could be considered the main force of the cult. But for those kids, it doesn't really matter even if 50 people rush in.."
The story would have been different if it were not possible to add magic to the sword, but this alone is no different from a time-limited cheat key. Is there any way they can stop it with equipment barely at the level of a deserter?.
It would be dangerous if your swordsmanship skills were comparable to Envelde's, but those guys are also doing evil.?
......It's not like there's no possibility at all, so I'll definitely have to stop by Mr. Balkun on my way back and pick up the item. However, my confidence did not diminish at all, so I was able to continue speaking calmly..
"As you have seen, this is equipment that can cut down horses and people together. If you come a lot, you will only get cut a lot. From there, the head count is just a body count.."
As I spoke, I tapped the sword I was wearing around my waist, and their gaze naturally shifted. They heard Hans bragging about the dwarven craftsman's weapon on their way here, so they must be having wild imaginations in their heads..
"Above all, it's strange if you lose when you don't have a head-to-head match with them.."
The most ideal thing is for them to sense something strange while we're back and send in additional troops. Because defeating each enemy is the next best thing to a surprise attack. Even if that's not the case, if you eventually drag that guy to the vicinity and release him, the guy who thinks he secretly escaped will go to the hideout and gather his troops and attempt a surprise attack, and then you can deal with the divided guys separately..
It would be even better if you could divide it into three parts..
"...No, no matter what, it's almost the same as a single player against 100 people... but I think it's strange that they think it's strange to lose...."
My eyes widened at Sen's reaction, as he said everything he had to say with an expression that showed he had a lot to say..
I was surprised that he used the expression 'almost as short as me' and took it as a given that he and other colleagues were participating in my plan. I was also surprised that the other guys didn't seem to have any complaints about it, but a hundred people I was surprised by the fact that the statement that it was strange to treat it as nothing special was a completely normal statement..
"Huh, that's what I heard.."
This time I had no choice but to admit it. I'm sure my senses have been greatly distorted due to recent events..
It was a twisted feeling that made me laugh out loud, but I couldn't really correct it..
"But it's true, so what can you do?."
I don't know if I should say that my experience level goes up just by killing slimes... but since I often end up fighting a bunch of half-baked guys, I can give a rough estimate. If I were fighting alone, variables outside of that estimate could be threatening, but even if I exclude them now, I have Asilier, and I also have my trump card, which is still in the midst of production..
Since I had already experienced too much to be afraid of the defeated soldiers who had gone crazy with fear, I spoke with confidence once again..
"no problem."
Although I don't know how they will view my answer..
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