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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 251

Dantel thought.

He said he was a fairly successful adventurer in Mandeli Port and a mid-level adventurer who would never be outdone in the capital..

As soon as he woke up in the morning, he looked in the mirror and thought that he was very handsome. It was such a huge illusion that he couldn't dare to rub it in, but Dantel did not consider it an illusion..

It's not that there weren't people around him who could give him sincere advice. Although he was born with the temperament of a criminal, he had many friends of similar level, as if to prove the saying that he was a kind of person with a soft spot, so if he ever expressed that thought out loud, at least one person would treat him like a crazy person and throw out the truth of his reckless murder..

The most fundamental reason why he was able to live in his own illusion is because he just thought about it and never said it out loud..

He lived as an adventurer until he reached the age of forty, and he thought that the fact that he escaped from Mandeli Port, which was burning like a fire on dry rice straw due to a raid by demons, was proof of his good skills. At the same time, he believed that he could use it as a medal to continue his life in the capital smoothly..

However, life in the capital was never easy. Of course, the problem was Dantel's, but as always, he looked for the cause externally and, as always, succeeded in rationalizing it..

What the capital brought to himself and his colleagues, who had believed that they were not only proud as porters but also talented, were humiliating insults, low remuneration using all kinds of excuses, and the stigma of failure in a request..

It was a cold world with no justice or absurdity. Isn't it possible for a person, while standing guard, to secretly forget a bottle or two of alcohol from the warehouse inside, and then get excited and make a little mistake? Wouldn't such a trivial thing actually result in a penalty or a loss of credit? There was no such thing as territoriality..

He had done something similar at Mandeli Port and had been scolded by sailors, but those memories were not important to Dantel. Because people always live in the present, not the past. His theory was that you can't become a big person if you dwell on things like that..

The irrational persecution of the capital's countrymen against the adventurer from Mandeli continued day after day, but Dantel did not give in. Because I thought it all came from envy and jealousy..

These were all just tricks used by unmanly little men to crush people, but a true adventurer could not be defeated by such tricks. As their persecution became stronger, Dantel acted more confidently, and in the end, he was able to reap the fruits of his efforts sooner than expected..

Dantel, who believed that he had won the battle against the capital, felt like he had the world. I was drinking beer leisurely in the morning at the adventurer's guild, thinking that it was finally the end of my hardships and the beginning of happiness. Until that day, when I saw a cute butt and tried to touch it..

And then, feeling a grudge against what happened that day, he gathered his colleagues and attacked them, until they were beaten..

"Hehehe!!"

Dantel got up from his seat in a cold sweat and looked around without even paying attention to his pounding heart. Colleagues stretched out, unable to come to their senses despite the scattered liquor bottles and their own screams. And the familiar scenery of the room reminded me that this was their own resting place in the basement of the building obtained by high-level adventurers..

Gradually, my brain started to wake up, shaking off the sleep and alcohol, dividing the boundary between reality and nightmare, and to calm my startled heart, I remembered the fun party I had yesterday..

It was a drinking party where those who had been hit by damn Eldmia got together and even spent a small amount of money in the joy of knowing that Eldmia would finally be beaten in front of a class of adventurers and that they would be beaten just as they had been beaten. More than ten people poured out their pockets to buy alcohol, which lasted through the night and dawn until morning, and it only ended when they reached the point where they passed out from the alcohol instead of falling asleep..

"Oh my head..."

Dantel, who had already accumulated a lot, drank first and last. After recalling the situation and summarizing the situation, Dantel walked to the water tank in the corner, holding his head that looked like it was about to break..

"It's like a fucking nightmare...."

It wasn't clear whether the good mood quickly turned into irritation because of the nightmare or the hangover, but Dantel cursed at the nightmare first. It was a self-justification that I instinctively activated because cursing a hangover is no different from cursing yourself until you get that hangover..

After a short swearing, Dantel couldn't find a cup of water, so he poured an empty bottle of liquor into it and looked at the bubbles rising without thinking. A small question suddenly crossed his mind..

But can a proper adventurer really beat that bastard??

It was a serious problem to think about it now, but surprisingly, now that he is half out of his mind due to a hangover, is the only moment when he can be most cool-headed..

For Dantel, who had spent his entire life blaming others, winning mentally, and rationalizing himself, all of that was now as natural an instinct as breathing, so he never tried to face reality with a sound mind. She was influenced by the words shouted by adventurers, and although she joined the guild they created and lived a life no different from street thugs, she still considered herself a good person and said that she had been 'shamefully insulted' by Eld Mia. Believing and holding on was the proof..

But it's different now that my brain is paralyzed by alcohol. The memory of being beaten like a dog on a dog day was engraved not only in the brain but also in the body, and unlike the brain, which was capable of mental victory, the body was honest. The survival instinct, which was briefly awakened by a hangover, took the opportunity to shout on behalf of the brain..

That bastard will never be able to deal with that bastard at his level. I'm screwed now. When I saw her trembling hands, I warned the owner, Dantel, to please come to her senses and bounce..

"Shit. It's so fucking cold."

But that resistance did not last long. As soon as he took a sip of bottled water and quenched his thirst, his brain came to its senses and thought, 'I couldn't have been scared.' Wow, there's no way that bastard is better than me. It was just bad luck that I got hit that time.' Because Dantel was instantly immersed in a swamp of self-justification by using ..

The pride that had already disappeared before he even turned twenty, the bravado disguised as self-esteem, and the self-esteem that crawled on the floor did not miss the opportunity to rush in and erase the worries from Dantel's mind. And he began to carve a happy future in which he could beat up Eldmia in the empty space thus created..

Of course, this act, which was unbecoming of a man considering the possibility of that future coming true, was of little importance to Dantel. I want to believe that it will be so, so I just believe it..

"How good can a young bastard be if he is good at the same grade level subjects? Giggling."

Dantel, who instantly felt better thanks to this, shook his head and went up to the first floor. Since I fell asleep in the morning, I thought it was lunch, but what was coming out the window was darkness, not red light. Just as he was about to feel despondent over the fact that he had been asleep for almost an entire day, Dantel realized that this was not a despondency, but a very pleasant situation..

"Fuck? So today is the day to catch that bastard.?"

Dantel, who looked as if he had mistaken the date he was supposed to receive the gift and suddenly received it, came out with a grin and headed outside to the well. My whole body shivered from the now really chilly night wind, but I was able to laugh it off. So she finished washing her face with ice-cold well water, and as she breathed in the evening air, she felt that her mind was clearing. Dantel belatedly tilted her head..

Wait, I was supposed to catch it, but it's evening now, right? Have you not found it yet??

It was strange. Obviously, it doesn't make sense that we couldn't find the guy who recently bought a house in the Adventurer District. I wondered if they had already finished their work and were working on the second floor, but the building was extremely quiet as always..

From a distant place behind the hotel, where I was lost in the noise of daily life, which was no different from usual, a sound that was a bit far from everyday life began to be heard..

"I shouldn't have done that, but I didn't know.~"

"What can I do if I regret it now?..."

Two people are singing... one is so scared that his voice is shaking, while the other is completely calm. Feeling puzzled by a song I had never heard before in my life, I left the yard and headed towards the road where I heard the sound. As I walked towards the road where I heard the sound, I saw two human figures illuminated under the streetlights of the road, which was starting to get dark, approaching towards the guild. Although it was winter and darkness fell early, the lights illuminating the capital were enough to illuminate even this remote place, and Dantel easily realized that the man standing at the front trembling in fear was their comrade..

But who on earth is behind them, so they come here singing while trembling and in complete disrepair? As Dantel's expression began to wrinkle in confusion, a dog began to appear in his field of vision. I was momentarily distracted by a figure panting on short legs, then turned my attention to the person next to him....

"I have become a fool~"

"...uh?"

There stood a nightmare.

"Uh oh?!"

He confirmed Dantel, just as Dantel confirmed him. The sight of him wearing nothing but ordinary everyday clothes and a thick coat was completely different from his last memory, but his tall body and face were not the same at all..

Nightmare, who made eye contact with Dantel, smiled and raised his hand. It wasn't a friendly smile, nor was it meant to be a handshake..

"Dantel, you fucking bastard. Didn't you say that if I mess up, I'll send you to the underworld? you just wait."

After finishing what he had to say, Nightmare grabbed the man walking in front of him by the neck and threw him away..

The man, who was thrown carelessly as if he were a light ball, flew through the air screaming and smashed the wooden door of the hideout, making a loud noise. As a result, he heard the sounds of his colleagues moving and screaming, but Dantel could not take his eyes off the nightmare..

There was no other reason. This is because my body became frozen with fear due to my failure to escape reality..

"I am!"

But regardless, he didn't care about the nightmare at all and shouted in a loud voice as if he were declaring war....

"Eldmia Egatha!"

...Under pressure that he could not escape through self-justification, Dantel urinated for the first time in 35 years..