Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 284
'It's Eldemia. I'm explaining this because you really have no idea how strange this is, so listen carefully..'
It got dark as I went down the passage, but as I reached the enchanted area and felt my vision gradually getting brighter, what I remembered was the Seneran's advice that made me a latecomer..
'Majanggeum is a magic tool in itself. Because it is an object made to respond to magical power. It can be said that it is surprising enough for you to add magical power or throw it into the air, but it is still close to the realm of theoretically possible..'
I felt like I was almost all the way down, so I jumped down and looked around, and the surrounding area was quiet. Since I could only hear the unique sound of the cave and couldn't feel any other abnormal signs, I pulled out the needle, left a mark indicating that I was heading to the left passage, and walked on..
'However, using magical power to intervene in other people or objects is a different matter..'
The Seneran in my memory had the most serious expression on his face. It was the same for her teacher, so she could intuitively know that what she said was not wrong. But guessing and understanding are two different things. I couldn't help but react as if I'd been told that one plus one and 1 + 1 were two different things..
'...why is that different?'
When asked a question that immediately reminded me of the fact that even ordinary swords had differences in durability and could handle magic power to some extent, Seneran did not close his eyes or hit his forehead as if he had seen the most stupid person in the world. Instead, he thought about it in an extremely serious manner and came up with an example that I could understand..
'Did you know that the human body is mostly made up of water??'
'Yeah, well... I know that..'
'But why can't people who can use water magic touch the moisture in the human body??'
'...uh?'
The process of moving through examining traces in the passage, distinguishing between recent and old ones, and checking to see if there are any marks left by traitors is quiet. In the silence that I had received for the first time in a really long time, I kept track of what I had become accustomed to and thought back to the last piece of advice Seneran gave me..
'This is just an example to help you understand, but in reality, this is not enough. I'll explain it properly when I get back, so don't ever use that in front of other people..'
'When the devil comes out, I have to use this at all costs....'
'Lee Iik! Then at least don't use it in front of wizards or clerics! Because it's not at the level of being deceived like a needle.! '
On one hand, I thought it might work if I pretended it was a sonic technique, but I didn't bother to say it out loud. Not only was it certain that if I watched Seneran play any longer, I wouldn't end up being 5 minutes late, but I also didn't want to react like an old-timer who ignores expert advice. However, I don’t know if I can completely follow Seneran’s advice. Right now, Ethelrua, a magician, is holding out as a saint of the Imperial Holy Council, and if I remember correctly, she was also a 4th or 5th rank magician..
In the end, I was in a situation where I had no choice but to move alone, and while I was praying to Epaga to help me start by killing all the bastards associated with the devil as quickly as possible, a trace that seemed to have appeared recently caught my eye..
"Hmm... I guess it's their traces since it hasn't dried yet.."
The dirt footprints left in the shape of a shoe were wet, even considering the underground conditions. Are they digging a hole somewhere? Unless something in the underground waterway had collapsed, I was a bit puzzled because I would never have to walk around with dirt feet like this..
However, apart from the head that was in trouble, the body prepared in advance to easily draw the sword and then moved along the footsteps that were not clearly visible..
If you follow along, you'll understand..
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When she first set foot in the underground waterway, Sheryl honestly thought that a saint from the Imperial Spiritual Assembly would not be of much help. She consistently showed a trembling and dangerous appearance, so even if she was a member of the warrior's group, it was impossible to trust her. Even the warrior had a cold attitude and did not even give her full name, so Cheryl was moving around without knowing the names of any of the party members..
It's difficult to even ask first, because the person you're dealing with is a saint and a member of the warrior party. Cheryl thought that it was very annoying to see the noble etiquette of not asking first unless someone of high status asked, so Cheryl kept a close eye on the particularly anxious saint..
However, contrary to her expectations, the saint was a very unusual person..
"Come this way. I feel a sense of intimacy."
What's so scary is that even though it trembles like an aspen tree, it has no hesitation in its actions and does its job well, including guarding the four provinces. In fact, in terms of proficiency, it was better than the 4th and 6th places whose names I didn't even know. Are you surprisingly familiar with this kind of thing? It didn't take long for the saint, who was considered simply a portable potion for healing, to be seen as a normal person..
"It's very... weak. At the same time, it is multifaceted. Are you preparing a summons??"
Even then, whenever she heard that trembling voice, it felt like the trust she had built up would melt away and disappear, but because it was important to be able to do her job anyway, Cheryl decided not to worry. The elf thought for a moment about her saint's question and then answered..
"I think the preparation time is running out for that. It hasn't been long since they were chased by us. Wouldn’t it be correct to think that there is another scheme??"
The answer given by the elf, who was wearing light armor that made it as easy to move as possible and holding a long sword and shield, was certainly valid, but it was also an opinion that overlooked Envelde, who was involved in many incidents. If Envelde had made some sort of deal with those devil worshipers, Cheryl thought, it wouldn't be surprising if they had prepared some kind of hex to cause chaos in the event of a rebellion..
Cheryl, who was wondering whether it would be okay to say this to two people, who were from different countries even though they were part of a group of warriors, briefly shook her head and said to the two..
"If you joined hands with a dead traitor, there is a possibility that you may have prepared it in advance. It would have been the optimal condition to cause chaos during the rebellion.."
I was reluctant to talk about the internal circumstances of the kingdom, but we had come to this point anyway, and it was surprising that they now cared about such things. As someone who was receiving help, I didn't like the idea of wasting time by hiding information for my own convenience, so Cheryl coordinated their opinions several times afterward and corrected the points that the two had missed..
Although it wasn't her intention, it significantly increased the evaluation of Cheryl within the two of them..
"It is truly terrible that in a time of chaos caused by demons, there is a possibility that someone may have joined hands with a demon and tried to cause a rebellion.."
"It's all about self-interest, right? Now that I think about it, it seems like you and Eldmia are close. We know each other well.?"
'...sir?'
I tilted my head for a moment and looked at the elf at the unexpected honorific title, but she just waited for an answer, saying she didn't feel any discomfort at her remarks. what?
"...Yes, I served as a relative in our family for about two years.."
I looked at him appropriately while answering, but the elf only responded that it was like that and didn't show much interest. Thinking that she may have used her honorific title out of respect for her since she was an acquaintance of hers, I decided to focus only on moving along and following the instructions of her saint..
Even though it was an underground waterway with nothing special, it was an unpleasant space for no reason. I occasionally went into the dungeon with Eldmia to request adventurers, but no matter how musty and dirty the goblin's lair was, it wasn't this unpleasant. I turned my head, but the 4th and 6th people who were on guard didn't seem to feel anything..
"Saint? The air feels strangely heavy and unpleasant...."
Displeasure crept up on me to the point where I lost my temper without even realizing it, so I spoke to the saint and received an unexpected response..
"Wow, you seem to have very sensitive senses. please wait for a moment."
As soon as the startled saint said an informal prayer in the style of the Imperial Spiritual Assembly, the discomfort disappeared as if it were a lie, and Cheryl was left shocked, even forgetting to control her facial expression. The saintess, who smiled slightly as she looked at her like that, explained to her by twirling her index finger in the air that she had nothing..
"Some people are often sensitive to the presence of devil worshipers. It's not particularly dangerous, and it's not subject to a curse, but it's very annoying.."
"...It doesn't cause any harm, but it's so unpleasant that I feel like I'm losing something.."
"That's because I'm not used to it. Even among the Holy Knights, there are people who have that feeling. It is said that once you get used to it, you will feel it in a different way that stimulates your five senses, and the discomfort will drastically decrease.."
I never thought I would feel this kind of sensation in my entire life, so while I was momentarily taken aback, the elf who was looking at Cheryl with just as much curiosity suddenly covered the saintess's mouth..
"there is."
With just that one small word, everyone understood the situation and lowered their posture. The sight of the elf's ears twitching and reacting as she quickly took her hand away from the saintess caused dissatisfaction to come out of her small mouth as everyone waited with silence..
"shit. I know two of them are talking to each other, but I'm not sure about the rest.."
"Well, I mean, get some good training. Why don't elves learn skills that other people can't learn even if they pay money?..."
In response to the somewhat irritating conversation, Cheryl drew her sword, thinking that there might be a flaw in the elf rather than the saint..
"Holy woman. Can you tell if there is a devil?"
"Oh no. There are no devils. Considering the energy of the devil worshipers is far away, there is a high possibility that they are a group of traitors.."
"Then, I will enter first, so please provide cover.."
"yes? Ha, but it can be dangerous..."
"It's not dangerous."
Actually, I didn't need cover, but I thought it would be rude to just run out, so I only said that..
Cheryl wasn't easy enough to lose to a student who wasn't even a professor..
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