Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 433
[433Hwa] Holy relics
The reactions of the flying dragon managers who received the permit were all spectacular..
"I never thought I'd see this in my life."
And the expression on the face of the manager in charge of them was even worse. He looked at the permit in his hand for a while, then scratched the back of his head and went into the building where the managers were working. Not long after, he came back holding something that looked like a soldering iron and something that looked like a badge..
"Has confirmed. I, Manager Rungan, here today, under the royal light, will hand over to Lord Eldmia Egar, who has been recognized as the legitimate owner, a seal certifying the right to own the drake through the rights granted by the royal family.."
With rapid-fire words that made me feel like he wanted to get the job done quickly rather than some grand procedure, he handed me a shiny silver badge..
"You can hang it on your cloak or on your belt. If you lose it, you can get it reissued at any time, so if something like that happens, just ask at the nearest Biryong Station. Besides that, I need to brand the drake... Is this a trained drake??"
"Uh... I don't know? I'm not sure because it was captured by the Demon King's army. Still, I listen well.."
As soon as I finished speaking, his expression looked like, 'My dog doesn't bite.' It started to change as if I was looking at the dog owner who was claiming that, so before I caused any misunderstanding, I gave an order to the flying dragon. The dog listened to me very sincerely, as he had done up until now, and sat down and lifted his neck..
"...You just captured this guy.?"
Only then did the manager look at the flying dragon in disbelief, and without hiding his embarrassment, he faithfully placed the iron on the flying dragon's chest and recited a spell. Then, in an instant, the scale that touched the iron melted and a scale with the familiar royal family emblem engraved on it was completed..
"It was a magic tool.?"
"If you use a regular soldering iron, not only will the dragons be surprised by the heat, but there is also a possibility of counterfeiting. Wizards seem to be able to explain the principles diligently, but I don't know that much, and I don't really need to know Lord Ega. It is enough to know that if you have this symbol, you will not be misunderstood in public places.."
While I was nodding my head at the extremely correct explanation, the manager who had finished his work walked slowly while telling me where my flying dragon would be if I stayed in the capital..
As I listened to his words, I realized that there were a lot of benefits that I had no idea about because they were not specifically mentioned in the letters or documents I received from the royal family. When I repeatedly tilted my head and questioned the incomprehensible VIP service, which included free feed, free management, free storage, and even free treatment in case of injury, the response I received was a sour response..
"In the first place, it is rare for flying dragons to be recognized as private property, so there are no separate laws or regulations. This is a story that is already outside of that realm in that an individual owns a dragon that is managed by the kingdom and royal family. So we just treat Lord Egar's drake like all the other drakes of the royal family.."
It is said that if permission is granted at the family level, a drake manager is dispatched to acquire knowledge for a certain period of time so that they can manage the drake on their own... Even though we have a yard in our house, it is not enough to put a drake in, so it was of little significance..
Meanwhile, contrary to my concerns that the flying dragon might have separation anxiety disorder or selective anger management disorder, the dragon entered the barn that would become its home under the guidance of the manager, curled its tail and went to rest as if it was natural..
"Is this the average dragon that demons ride??"
"It wasn't like that. I somehow ended up getting caught.."
"Okay, then I'm glad..."
After training with magical power, I couldn't say that I was able to listen to the instructions as quickly as I expected, so I headed home, leaving behind the manager who was starting to feel alarmed about the Demon King's dragon training skills..
The capital was still the same. It seemed like not much had changed except that the clothes of the passers-by had become thicker. In many ways, there was nothing particularly strange about it, other than that the shabby clothes sometimes attracted the attention of passers-by..
Realizing once again the peace I had never felt on the battlefield I had only experienced so briefly, I arrived home, opened the door, and went in. Tie, who had been making noises in the kitchen, calmly turned his gaze to check on me and casually bowed his head in greeting..
"Have you been there? Have you eaten?."
I immediately laughed at his natural demeanor, as if greeting someone who returned from a day or two away..
"I'm hungry because I ate lightly. I have something to eat?"
"I will prepare it while you wash up and come out. Asilier said she would be back before dinner.."
"Where did my sister go??"
"You went to process a guild request.."
Even before I left, I was receiving requests quite diligently, and still? She would have thought that she was going out because she was alone, but surprisingly, Tie had become her great companion, so she was sure that was not the reason, and she was a little curious..
"The letters that came to Eldmia during her absence were organized on the desk in the bedroom. Would you like to check it out while eating??"
But that curiosity didn't last long. What was even more surprising was that I received a letter that had to be sorted out while I was away..
"It was written where it came from.?"
"I only remember the royal official letter, the warrior Siegfried, and the wizard Seneran. The rest was like an invitation from nobles I had never seen before.."
Wow, something like that is coming to me..
Thinking that they had either lost their wits or were not interested in rumors, we decided to unpack and take a bath first..
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After enjoying a decent bath with warm water and washing my Leica, which didn't need to be washed, I came out refreshed and greeted with Tie's dishes spread out on the table..
"I think my skills have improved?"
"I think so too. As I did it often, it increased. Please note that the seasoning used in the meat is of our own making. Asilier also liked it.."
He doesn't usually change his facial expression much, but his heart swells with pride in the sauce he made himself. How can one possibly think of him as a top-notch spy in the fantasy world? A skilled first-class chef..
I ate a spoonful of the steaming corn soup, shuddering at the fact that if she hadn't been there, I would have had to cook it myself, and I looked through the letters Tie had brought me, feeling the warmth rising from my stomach..
I thought about putting all the invitations on the fireplace, but I thought they might contain something related to the Academy, so I decided to hold off for now. The letter from the royal family, which I looked at first out of curiosity, was like some kind of additional supporting document related to the flying dragon, so it didn't have much meaning, and the letter from Siegfried that I opened next was an extremely ordinary letter..
To be more precise, they were stories about Siegfried's experiences at the front while I was fighting at Levien..
The Demon King's army is stronger than you think, but our allies also fight strangely well. It seemed to be far above the average of those I had seen in the Empire, etc. The letter I sent with questions and feelings of disparity similar to what I felt was even written to ask me to tell him what it was like in Levien if I saw it, even if it was late..
It is even more questionable that the same reincarnated people shared similar feelings..
"Tee, have you ever heard a specific story about electric wires while working??"
That was why I asked Tie a question right away. After all, she was one of the best people in the church she belonged to..
"Being specific means?"
And Tie raised my expectations slightly by attempting to make the question more specific, rather than saying he had no idea..
"It's not a big deal... It's a story about the human race holding up better than expected against the Demon King's army, or the reason why that's possible.."
"Ah... I didn't have a chance to hear it while carrying out the request, but it was often talked about in the church. Most people speculated that the gods were trying to balance things out.."
"balance?"
"yes. We believe that the gods always live in balance in their peaceful lives. So, in the world, there is no distinction between calling it evil or good, and only receiving reasonable financial compensation.."
As if he hadn't eaten yet, he naturally sat down, tore the bread, slowly dipped it in the soup, and continued talking..
"This also applies to the war between demons and humans. To us, this is no different from the wars between kingdoms that often occur in the West. However, unlike them, demons can manipulate magical power, so they exert relatively overwhelming power. If the war continues normally, it will naturally lead to the annihilation of the human race, so the hypothesis is that the gods, who do not want this, are balancing the situation.."
"...Don’t elves have that kind of thinking too??"
"Did you know? you're right. The elves, who have lived longer than the history of our church, operate based on similar thinking.."
Was the conversation with Lu Mings, which felt like it was brief, surprisingly penetrating to the essence? I needed to think a little more about it later while writing a reply, so I carefully put Siegfried's letter aside and opened Seneran's letter one last time..
"...What happened to Seneran and Master??"
"I haven't heard anything, but is there anything bad written about it??"
"That's not it..."
Her letter, which contained mostly detailed information and lamented about her situation, contained only one line..
[I think you should come and see. First, come to Ogwen..]
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