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Never touch Eldmia Egar-Episode 359

Isn’t there something like that when you watch something like a novel or animation?.

A plot that shows the main character, who was an ordinary modern man, enjoying battles or overwhelming his enemies in a fit of madness as if he were suffering from middle school disease..

I don't know if the pent-up violence explodes after crossing into a different world and he becomes violent like the character in the game... Personally, every time I see something like that, I just roll my eyes and commit mass murder against my enemies without any hesitation, and fight against strong enemies. I couldn't help but think that just because he could enjoy getting hurt, he must be quite a psychopath..

And that thought still remains the same. I happen to live in this world by killing more people than monsters, but killing people is still an unpleasant experience, and even though I literally died once and came back to life, I still have a fear of death and injury..

Nevertheless, the reason I raise my sword is because this is such a world. I trained because I didn't want to die, studied to avoid being socially buried, and set strict standards to avoid becoming a senseless killer..

But what was happening now was no different from senseless massacre..

No matter how indifferent you try to be, you have no choice but to know. That the man whose hand was cut off by my ax was just swayed by a moment's blow and made the wrong choice. Even in modern society, where solutions through violence are met with the withdrawal of the law, it is common for people to do things 'in a fit of anger', so what's the situation here?.

By appealing to patriotism, appealing to comradeship, appealing to a sense of duty, they give their actions great meaning and are willing to die..

The problem arises when the resolution is vague..

The moment their arms are cut off, they cannot be killed by a single blow, and their internal organs are spilled, they return to being ordinary citizens. Even if there is a potion and a priest's recovery, it is too far away for them and there is no guarantee of complete recovery, so despair over such wounds is the same both here and in modern times..

And everyone who finds themselves in such a situation falls into panic. Like a soldier who just had both arms cut off by me.

I thought I wouldn't die, I thought I wouldn't get hurt. If you really want to know what it means to speak with your eyes, you just have to look into the eyes of the person who rushed at the world with the force of splitting the world in half and then cut off his arm. Then, he swung an ax and hit his head. The sight of a face filled with regret and despair soaring into the sky and falling between the soldiers was a sight that was nothing new anymore..

How many people rush forward knowing that such complacency will strangle them? At least not one of the soldiers would have hesitated after Pantana was killed in one blow..

But I can't stop it either. In that case, I will be the one who dies. All I can do to extinguish the fire that Pantana has lit in their minds is to use overwhelming pressure..

So I don't use needles. Because more people die without knowing than those who know,.

That's why I swing the axe. For the ignorant, violence is not a sophisticated technique, but mass..

He throws a person like a firewood half-hung by an axe, and when he looks around, the soldiers who were about to rush in like a wave are all stepping back. Although they were already demoralized by Pantana's death, it was clearly felt that they were just swayed by the atmosphere and launched an attack..

This time there was no warning to put down the weapon. Instead, I turned my gaze away from the soldiers who were more than twice the distance my ax could reach and looked at Count McKellin..

I have already warned them several times. They were the ones who decided to ignore it, so now it would have to be them or someone over their head to stop them. Count McKellin, who made eye contact with me, scanned the soldiers with a cool gaze, surveyed the atmosphere, took a deep breath, and shouted..

"stop! Any more than this is just dog death.!"

The reason why the soldiers could not voluntarily put down their weapons even when they were in a situation where their lives might be lost was also due to their useless pride..

If someone next to you starts to put down their weapons first, you and I will all throw away our weapons and run away, but even the coward next door is holding a weapon, and the mistake of saying that you can't put down your weapon is holding you back..

This is also a tragedy that occurred because they were neighbors face to face within the same territory. Count McKellin also knew this, so he kept quiet until a standoff occurred, but only now did he speak out..

In addition, through the expression 'more than this', he showed the meticulousness of implicitly instilling the perception that those who have already died are not just dead, but those who are alive will now die without meaning..

"Everyone, drop your weapons and retreat! Do you want to leave behind the stigma of being a McKelline territory that was completely destroyed despite a cowardly attack?!"

It was unclear whether the idea of ​​fighting for territory would still remain in the soldiers' minds, but Count McKellin only gave them orders like a commander, and did not give orders in the name of a lord. I also didn't know how much effect such a subtle word choice would have on them, but the word 'stigma' made them loose their grip..

Maybe it was because the word annihilation no longer felt unrealistic. A third of the assembled soldiers and a knight were killed in a skirmish that lasted only a few minutes, but I didn't even have a minor wound..

From my perspective, it was a natural result since I had dealt with Pantana and started the fight, but it would inevitably be a shocking result for them..

"This... doesn't make sense...."

Only one barely muttered word lingered around the square, as if someone had pressed down on it..

Anyway, since there seemed to be no one who seemed to have any business for me anymore, I swung my ax and headed towards Count McKellin. The soldiers, who had already completely rationalized themselves in the name of listening to the Count's orders, were so frightened by the slightest movement that they retreated..

The repercussions of Pantana's assertiveness will certainly leave a great deal of damage to the territory. When I thought about it that way, the situation didn't seem so bad. I pointed my chin at the old knight on the castle wall and asked Count McKellen..

"The knight on the castle wall?"

"he doesn't fight."

Count McKellen drew his sword with a neat stance, but the stance he took was not a swordsmanship honed in actual combat, but rather that of sparring swordsmanship learned by nobles as part of their education..

The sparring swordsmanship, which was created somewhere on the border of the empire and was refined several times to establish rules for attack and defense, is nothing more than a sport that gained sensational popularity among the nobility and spread not only across the empire but also across the ocean to continents..

If I were to make an analogy, should I call it chess played with the body? Because of its unique grip method, it is no joke, and even if you swing it only with force without magical power, you can throw the sword and cut off the head. Perhaps Count McKellen himself would know better..

Still, he stepped forward. Although the action did not seem to be based on regret for the mistakes he had made, he could not help but respect the decision very little..

"...If I could use magic, I could wait.."

"Unfortunately, I do not have the knowledge."

Count McKellin gave a short answer and nodded slightly to indicate that he was ready. I suppressed a sigh and put down my ax and readjusted my sword..

"lower pressure!"

His movements as he runs toward me seem completely ordinary, as if he really can't use his aura at all..

He placed his left hand on his waist, stepped forward with his right foot, and at the same time, the sword he swung flew in, aiming not at the neck but at the shoulder. In fact, it was an attack that didn't even need to be blocked, but I deliberately raised my sword to block it. Then, even though there was no counterattack, Count McKellin's sword turned back and took a top defensive stance..

I really have no skill in swordsmanship. Just do what you're taught.

He himself knew that his next move could lead to death, but despite this, he continued his move with a serious face without any hesitation. There isn't even an attempt to take advantage of my loophole..

if. Really, if he were a third-rate villain with the same level of strength and swordsmanship as that, he would have just cut him in half. However, I was clearly aware that this was the final dance move that would end my life, so I decided to receive his sword up to five times..

The minimum amount of consideration shown to the enemy? No way.

Rather, it was closer to the respect shown to someone who did not run away from the scene of his death..

The moment he still calmly tried to attack for the sixth time, I put his sword between my blade and the cross guard and lightly flicked it upward, and without any resistance, the sword came out of Count McKellin's hand and soared into the sky..

"ah!"

Did Count McKelline appear to be putting up a good fight? Sighs came from all directions, but the faces of those involved were perfectly calm..

He faced his end, calmly staring at me until the moment my sword was swung horizontally, aiming for his neck..

"father!!"

With a long scream echoing from the castle walls, Count McKellin's head fell..

I looked around to avoid the blood rushing from his body as he fell helplessly to the floor and looked at the inductee. He looked at me with strangely calm eyes, cleared his throat for a moment and said..

"The territory's troops gave up the battle, and Count McKellin died. As a witness representing the royal family, I believe that the McKelline family has shed enough blood. Eldmia Egar, what do you think??"

Originally, I wanted to end it with just the Count's death and conclude it as cleanly as possible, so my answer was already decided..

"I just want to restore my honor, I don't want massacre. but..."

A child who has lost his father may think differently. I turned my gaze towards the inner room and looked at McKellin's son, who was standing next to the old knight, shedding tears, and continued speaking..

"If they disobey, there's nothing they can't do.."

Everyone's eyes turned to the castle wall..

It wasn't that difficult to recognize McKellin's son's sad gaze towards me. He was conflicted and conflicted again..

However, when the old knight placed his hand on his shoulder, he closed his eyes tightly and, after a long silence, answered with difficulty..

"McKellin... territory... surrender... I declare...."

It wasn't a very loud voice, but the words were very audible in the thick silence..