Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 327
This was the first time in my past and present lives that I had been in a situation where people around me were busy supporting me, but I couldn't say it was a very pleasant experience..
There were two reasons: one was that they were truly passionate about this situation, and the other was because of the reality that they were still doing this while fighting against orcs..
I already feel like I'm getting a headache just looking at the people who are happy to have the conditions that the royal family would like, such as idolizing them and planting fleeting hopes. Even though there are a few people I can see right now, they are looking at me with hopeful eyes, as if I will solve this situation, but my temperament is so bad that I want to go and punch them in the back..
Still, while I was sleeping, I noticed that among the people who were reacting enthusiastically, as if they were trying to make a famous work on a large scale, I noticed some people who were wondering what the hell was going on. When I looked closely at the guys cheering with hope, I saw that most of them were adventurers who had been hired as village guards..
Then the story changes again. I shouted, kicking the dirt at the cheering guys..
"Hey you bastards, go catch one more okra while you're at it.!!"
"Ahh! Hehehehe!"
It would have been great if they had been able to destroy the excited atmosphere just by making a fuss, but the people who had already rolled their eyes said that they were happy even though they ended up scooping up dirt without realizing it. I felt fortunate that the damage was minimal, but I couldn't help but hate seeing it..
"Lord Ega! Is it okay for you to move??!"
I wanted to keep kicking the dirt at the nerds, but Visquent ran over to me in an instant, so I had to sigh and stop kicking..
"Fortunately, there is no discomfort in moving around. Can you tell me how things are going??"
"of course! Let's go to the command center together. By the way, you've been lying down for three days. Are you really okay??"
"sure. It's all about making a living, but I'm not being lazy.."
If it's a problem that can be solved by trying to solve it, I'll try, but there aren't many situations like that. While he was guided by Visquente to the command post, there was constant cheering behind him, but he didn't say anything, as if it was natural for the adventurers to react..
"Can I just leave it like that??"
"Hahaha, I can't say anything about being enthusiastic about heroic actions. I don't know if you've noticed, but most of them were hired to guard the village. It doesn't really have a negative impact on morale, but it seems a bit tactful to not even be able to cheer for someone who saved someone from a near-death crisis.."
Ugh. I have nothing to say because it is a straightforward opinion. When I remained silent with a shit-chewing expression on my face, Visquente nodded slightly and continued speaking..
"As you may have heard from Asilier, the situation is far beyond our expectations. The decision-making authority in this case was completely transferred to the royal family, and the commander was changed from Lord Heyri to someone else. Rather than attacking the enemy's main base, the Drake Knights are focusing on eliminating the Orc forces spreading around the area on a large scale.."
"...Does that mean that orcs will continue to be recruited??"
"Fortunately, it's not that bad. I'm just very busy because I'm on a bit of a drive-by hunt."
There is no sense of anxiety from Bisquente, who answers calmly. However, it was unclear whether it came from the belief that the royal family could completely control this situation, or from the mindset of a knight fighting on the battlefield..
"The expected number of enemy troops is in the thousands, and unlike the capital, nearby cities have even mobilized city troops to build defense lines. It's fortunate that the opponent was an ork. If this had been an army of demons, it would have suffered truly terrible damage.."
If you look at the fact that he can assume the worst and laugh at the current situation, he was truly a nanny. The place he arrived at with deep admiration was a large tent that was extremely luxurious and did not match the battlefield. Although I have never seen a military command center, it is so flashy that even if this is a fantasy world, it seems a bit excessive..
Since the person standing guard in front of him was not an ordinary soldier but a knight, I decided to express my honest feelings in advance while I was far away from the command center..
"It's a command center where a very high-ranking person appears to be present.."
"Because the messenger of the House of Nobles came by himself.."
"...A messenger from the noble house.?"
I think the only person there who could be called a lion would be Duke Lesrom, right? There is no way that inspiration could come out here....
"Oh, you may not know much about the nicknames of nobles. I am referring to His Excellency Duke Lesrom Zrasil Csin Rawinera, Head of the House of Nobles.."
...There is.
Why is it there?
I couldn't control my expression for a moment, but fortunately, Visquente didn't see my shocked expression because he was busy announcing my visit to the driver who was standing guard. I had the urge to just pretend not to know and turn around to go back, but I couldn't because Visquente, who had just finished talking, pulled open the entrance to the tent and motioned to me..
"Haha... it smells annoying.."
What should I compare it to?.
It feels like as soon as I try to tackle something I was already planning on doing, I suddenly don't want to do it because someone has asked me to do it. Still, if I left like this, Visquente, a cheerful storyteller and one of the few conceptual nobles, would be in trouble, so I had no choice but to follow him in..
"Hey, come on in. It seems like it's been a while since I last saw you. Would you like a cup of tea??"
As soon as I entered, Duke Lesrom wiped away the fatigue from his face and greeted me in a friendly manner, inside the command center, which, unlike the extravagant exterior, was made up of very practical and simple tools and furniture. His attitude was no different from when he often visited the noble house, but the problem was that now he was not alone at the command post, but was sitting together with other nobles who had led private troops and were having a conversation or a meeting..
Thanks to this, the relaxed gazes of the nobles who were in the middle of a meeting with him all moved towards me. The gaze changed to a very annoyed and dissatisfied, disapproving look, with the nuance of wondering what kind of person with no special circumstances would interfere with the nobles' meeting and ruin the atmosphere..
Visquente looked at me in a bit of confusion at that damn gaze, and I tilted my head to the side without realizing it..
"Who...!"
"Hmm!"
Then, the people who were turning their heads as if they were going to complain to me at any moment were startled and quickly returned their gaze to the original position. what? Even if it were me, I wouldn't pull a sword on a noble just because he didn't keep his eyes straight..
Are you guys who are stinging something??
"I was in the process of devising a detailed plan regarding the subjugation of the orcs. Come sit here."
Anyway, when Duke Lesrom offered me a seat with a strangely playful smile, one of them, who had put his head back as if his neck was about to break, hurriedly opened his mouth..
"Go, Your Excellency! No matter how much he contributed, how could a commoner be brought to a gathering of commanders who had to plan strategies and tactics?..."
Hmmmm.
I am not criticizing Duke Lesrom, but I am complaining about him, who had the universal noble spirit of being the chosen one and made such a decision even though he was dissatisfied with a situation that did not fit his status. I looked around for a moment and saw that everyone sitting was looking at him with a similar reaction..
First of all, I think it's true that they are all nobles, but I couldn't tell what the exact situation was, so I kept my mouth shut, and Duke Lesrom responded to the nobles' opposition with a resolute attitude..
"This is generally true, but don't forget that you are not just a commoner. How can someone who has made great contributions to the kingdom be called a commoner? Moreover, as you already know, Eldmia almost destroyed the Orc cavalry alone this time. Previously, he entered the traitor Envelde's mansion alone and cut off his head. Even if he is alone, his ability is comparable to that of an army, so if he thinks of it as a one-man army, wouldn't he be qualified to participate in this meeting as an army and commander??"
The nobles who were dissatisfied with Duke Lesrom's attitude of laughing as if he was telling a funny story looked awkwardly among themselves and laughed along..
When Duke Lethrom, who had naturally been looking at those nobles, turned his gaze back to me, I felt like I could guess the snobby old man's intentions..
It looks like they used the orcs to select torturers with the intention of making additional changes..
In that case, I would be willing to help you a little. I straightened my posture, bowed slightly according to etiquette, and opened my mouth..
"We only won against orcs who were just monsters. Such expressions are excessive, so please refrain from using them.."
While Visquente flinched next to me and the nobles looked at me with strange eyes, I didn't miss how Duke Lethrom's smile grew even deeper. Anyway, I feel like a black old man on the inside..
"haha. It's too much, don't be humble. Isn't it a great feat to have single-handedly slaughtered dozens of orcs as if they were swept by an army?."
"As a result, I had to lie down sick for three days. It's just a coincidence created by Manyong. Even if just one of the nobles here draws his sword and moves his army, he could bring death and despair to ten or twenty times more orcs and then return as if nothing had happened. How can this be called a feat? Did you."
At my answer, the nobles flinched and Duke Lethrom's eyes lit up. If it was about face and honor, he would die and give a piece of cake to those who couldn't survive, so the rest was up to Duke Lesrom's words..
Of course, Duke Lesrom's speaking skills were amazing. It took less than 10 minutes for him to make the nobles, after boiling them, cry and charge towards the large army of orcs like eating mustard. I left the people leaving the command center with a strange expression, neither smiling nor crying, and went to speak alone with Duke Lethrom..
"Okay, what do you want to do??"
As soon as the two of them were alone, he was stern and raised a topic that was never light in a calm yet friendly manner. He was, of course, a sly old man. He honestly felt like there were a lot of things they wanted to ask each other, but since time was running out, they decided to just hang out..
"I'd like to borrow a drake pilot.."
"Did you say Gees? That friend is waiting inside the camp, so take him with you. Other than that?"
"I would also like to borrow the dragon knights for a moment.."
He answered coolly until he was a simple pilot, but when it came to the dragon knight, he frowned slightly and started to worry. Still, it was a bit surprising that I didn't say no even though I didn't know what I was trying to do..
"...Okay, what on earth are you going to do??"
In the end, Duke Lethrom looked somewhat timid as he asked back while hinting that becoming a dragon knight could only be done with a good reason, so I smiled slightly and answered..
"I'm trying to close the gate in my own way.."
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