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Never touch Eldmia Egga-Episode 358

When a horn suddenly sounded from the inside, the knight who identified himself as Pantana and the soldiers behind him turned to the inside with surprised expressions..

Normally, I would have thought it was an opportunity and slit their throats, but their expressions looked like they had lost their country, so I stopped moving without realizing it. To an unfamiliar person, it could be assumed that the count died suddenly due to old age..

"why?!"

I couldn't understand the intention behind Pantana's expression, which was filled with bitterness as if he had lost his country and his parents, but I could understand what it meant when the sword of the guy holding the center was lowered..

Retreat or stop attacking. I couldn't stop the guys who were still running from far away, but the guys in front of me had clearly put down their weapons..

"Stop power attack! The lord is leaving in person.!"

When I turned my head towards the voice and content that naturally attracted my attention, a young man who looked like a nobleman and an old knight came into view..

There was nothing particularly eye-catching about the noble men, but the old knight was different. The sight of it being so large and wearing heavy armor that it would not be out of place even if placed next to Radnellbandes gave off a very intimidating feeling. Looking at the wrinkles on his face and his white hair, he looks like he's aged, but looking at his body and posture, he actually looks more sturdy than the nobleman next to him..

Are all the elderly people in this world who eat spicy food like that? It almost makes me wonder if there's a secret to the fact that they're all so bulky..

While I was staring at the face of the young man who seemed to be the lord, thinking to myself, “If things had continued like this, I would have crossed swords with that old man in the end,” the drawbridge began to slowly come down..

Eh? The lord is still up there, open the drawbridge?

As I was looking at them with the intention of telling them to come in, a middle-aged nobleman accompanied by a member of the royal family, who I had briefly encountered with a few soldiers, appeared on the other side of the drawbridge..

I knew it as soon as I saw it. That human being, not the green friend up there, is the lord..

Regardless of the surrounding circumstances, the atmosphere was different. Regardless of the emotions shown on the outside, the eyes move quickly and habitually to explore and understand what kind of person the other person is..

It was similar to the passive skill of snarky nobles like the Duke of Lesrom, but the difference was that he had no hesitation in spreading such gaze towards others. Whatever his actual ability, it was only visible because he was a person who spent most of his life dominating others..

I'm a human being who can't stand above others, but if I lived with that kind of gaze, I would have fallen long ago..

"Ship, Count! We can still fight!"

Pantana turned to Count McKellin as if he were confident that he would never be stabbed in the head by a subject who had been fighting hard with me only a moment ago. But even until the moment the drawbridge came down, Count McKellen said nothing. He just comes down and walks on his fixed legs..

I realized a little later that this was to avoid the 'undignified behavior' of raising one's voice without a representative, and I felt like I knew what this person was thinking..

"Any further fighting will only result in the shedding of innocent blood. I will deal with it myself.."

"It's not possible!"

The confrontation between Pantana and Count McKellin, who took off their helmets and shouted, was truly the scene of a dramatic catastrophe, but regardless of the circumstances of those guys, in my head, one thousand Eldemia were gathering for the first time in a long time and holding a great conference..

The purpose of the bastard. All kinds of simple words such as minimizing damage, avoiding damage, gain and loss, etc. pass through my mind. At the same time, an outline began to emerge as to why the strongest-looking elder remained on top and who the noble next to him was..

And even after it got to this point, I was sick and tired of that sociopath with his crazy judgment and making cool-headed decisions..

I live here 'for my family.' I've seen people shouting like this quite often, but this is the first time I've seen someone who really goes out of their way to defend their family even though they aren't even full-time. Even during that time, he was trying to maintain his composure and dignity, so he could be considered a true nobleman..

This is a typical nobleman of this world who continues to fight for the benefit of his family and territory without distinguishing between illegal and legal..

"I will not accept any disagreement. Let everyone step away."

The soldiers hesitated at the sight of Count McKellin, whose voice radiated firmness and determination oozed from his stern face. While talking to him, Pantana's angular face, which had taken off his helmet, became even more angular as he gritted his teeth, while the outer castle guards who were running out in a huff began to surround him..

Even as the Count looked at them, he did not think about anything else and just repeated the same command. If it were a bunch of people out there, they would have thought they were surrounded, changed their minds, and went to the goal. It was clear that he had already guessed the outcome. Even if they catch me and kill me, the damage my family will have to bear in the future will be enormous..

It's amazing in many ways, but.

As for whether everyone in this room can respect that rational judgment, it's okay..

"...no. can't follow."

Unfortunately, unlike him, who is a nobleman, most people are less educated or uneducated..

Even Pantana, who is right there with his eyes wide open and disobeying, is a knight, but he chews up the Count's words. Count McKellin's stern face cracked slightly as if he hadn't expected this reaction..

"Are you abandoning your duty now, Lord Pantana??"

"Rather, I will do my duty, my lord. This duel is for McKellin's 'fiefdom'. Doesn't this refer to not just the lord and the earl's family, but all the people of the McKelline estate??"

It was a hit. Of course, since it was Count McKellin who did it alone, there was no reason to show such loyalty and fight. Count McKellin also looked at Pantana with a rather perplexed expression, probably thinking the same thing as me..

I wasn't that embarrassed. The reason why that friend reacts like that is actually because his pride was scratched by me rather than his loyalty to the Count. Rather, in preparation for future situations, she was relaxed enough to pull out the ax stuck in Pantana's thick tower shield with force and place it on her shoulder again..

The sword was not holstered. Because I had to deal with Pantana with this..

"I would rather die here, carrying out my will, than live my whole life as a person who was swayed by just one person and could not even do my duty properly.."

It was a pity for Count McKellin, but not only in Pantana but also in most of the soldiers here..

Except in rare cases, people of this era are usually born in one territory and end their lives there. However, this does not mean that they live a life of poverty, going back and forth between home and work, as in modern society. Although they may not live like kings or enjoy life in abundance, they live together with their neighbors in their territory..

Inevitably, a sense of belonging arises. The same goes for the sense of obligation that arises there..

"I have no doubt that these people also have the same thoughts as me.."

One of them crawled into the inner room, holding out a harpoon. When I first encountered it, I was scared because even the knight was knocked out in an instant, but when I look back with a slightly heated head in a situation where there are over a hundred people gathered together, I start to think differently..

'Fuck? Are you angry? That bastard is also a human being, isn't this something worth doing?' Called.

It wasn't my intention, but the problem is that almost no one died on my way here. Only those with skills will realize that they don't kill on purpose, but those without skills cannot distinguish between those who did not kill and those who did not..

Well, I trusted the lord's declaration and stayed silent, but now it can be said that it is cowardly to stab me in the back like this..

They are trying to ignore the title of being an asshole who couldn't even protect a lord from one enemy rather than being a coward, and since the inductee has a point in what Pantana just said, Count McKellin and I are not able to properly interpret the duel declaration. It's closer to keeping your mouth shut, thinking that there is room to dismiss it as an incident that occurred..

Contrary to his initial stiff appearance, unlike Count McKellin, who was extremely embarrassed, the inductee remained silent, and the young gazes of the soldiers, including Pantana, were cast upon me..

It is likely that the conclusion reached by Count McKellin was reached after rational thinking, but not everyone in the world can view events and profits and losses from the same perspective. It wasn't surprising because it was an entirely possible reaction..

Then why am I still? Because my purpose was the same anyway.

Fuck Count McKellin who targeted me..

It didn't matter whether it was a moderately sized taffy that ended with Count McKellin's head being cut off, or a big taffy that would make the future of the territory bleak as he had worried, he just stood by and watched as things unfolded. If his life had been in danger, he would have somehow managed to save his life....

They are not a threat.

"It's too bad, Count McKellen.."

Is there anything special? Things in this world don't always go the way you think..

Just like McKellin first tried to gain prestige and pride by killing me, these guys are just doing that..

Knowing that, that was all I had to say to Count McKellin. After finishing his argument, Pantana rushed at me with a calm determination, despite having committed the ultimate atrocity. Taking this as a signal, the soldiers who surrounded me also grabbed their spears and charged at me..

I decided not to fly the needle. It seemed that the fear of having one's body cut into pieces by an ax would be more effective for them than the fear of being shot and killed..

"Since I have a weapon, I have to prepare for death.."

I was reminded one last time of what I had warned from the beginning, but the enemy's movements did not seem to stop..

Leaving aside the great regret of the fact that the opportunity to easily end with minimal death had disappeared, I signaled the start of the fight by cutting off Pantana's head with a sword engulfed in magic..