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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 436

[436Hwa] Holy relics

Until now, I have often been asked if I am the champion of demon gods, but the reason I have never been asked if I am a hero controlled by demon gods is not because the two are synonyms or because I am a human..

Because the level is different..

The champion of this world is the creature that chooses the god to serve, and the warrior is the god that chooses the creature..

Of course, champions and warriors also hear God's call. However, this is nothing more than voluntarily serving the gods and accumulating great feats before the gods respond and grant them some protection. I don't even tell you what to do.

But a warrior is different. As you can see from Siegfried, he is given unusual protection and abilities, as well as a mission to save believers and, by extension, a race..

In that sense, what Seneran said was extremely serious..

"What are the chances that God will let that happen??"

"The excommunicated priest's opinion was that the possibility of neglect was infinitely close to zero, but the possibility of not preventing it unintentionally was not zero.."

There was no need to ask why. In the first place, it is not as easy as it sounds for the gods to intervene in this world..

Even if it were just me, didn't I lose consciousness just because I heard the voice of the World Tree??

This is the case even though they only pretended to have a conversation rather than directly exercising their divinity. But does God himself appear and exercise power? As it happens, such history does not exist at all, and I, who have read the book diligently, know very well what can happen..

It is not a legend but a history that the continent under the western region was blown away and filled with sea water due to a single miracle performed by Ljubiska of Libra to personally punish the monumental cultists who followed evil gods, caused trouble, and tried to insult God..

Because it is so old, many records have been lost, so it is unknown what process was specifically followed, but no one treats the biggest reason why Volta Bay was able to become a maritime kingdom as an empty legend. Assuming that such a result would inevitably occur if the gods intervened directly, there was a good possibility that they could not have prevented it because the situation was not favorable, as Seneran said..

"So I'm going to go with you and check it out.."

"The story suddenly took a turn? Is that why? Is there anything I can intervene in??"

Instead of answering, Seneran looked at me blankly and bumped his fists up and down. As I looked at her wondering what the hell she was doing, she moved her fists as if in pantomime..

It took me a while to understand that the movement was depicting me pulling out a sword and splitting an apple..

"A demon temple near your hometown, a human race with magical powers and divinity. It's more likely that all of this is closely related than not at all.."

"The people in our village couldn't use magical power. I didn't even worship demons.."

They were typical Itisel people. Even our parents. But Seneran just nodded as if he already knew..

"That's why you are more important. There is usually no reason for a special talent, but when divinity is involved, there is a reason. Even more so if that power comes to someone who has no faith.."

So I have no choice but to check it out.

Seneran's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he sipped his coffee while saying that..

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Since we couldn't fly to the place where the demon temple was located by riding a dragon, we decided to borrow a horse that Seneran had temporarily rented with his workers..

Since I wasn't going to rush or fight anyway, I got on the same horse as Asilier and rode after Seneran, who was leading the way. Laika, who was trying to be comfortably held by me like a dragon, made a slightly disappointed sound, but that was only for a moment..

As I left Ogwen, saying goodbye to the unfamiliar guards, and headed home along the familiar road, I was feeling something strange, not like I was heading home..

After hearing the story of the buffalo horn and the Seneran hypothesis supporting it, I thought that the disaster that ultimately struck our village might have been because of me..

It is already clear that the person involved in my reincarnation is Ephaga. I don't know if it was something that went wrong while trying to summon a hero like Siegfried, or if it was because he took pity on me and showed mercy to me who died at that moment, but the fact that I am alive and breathing right now remains the same..

What if the relics in the demon shrine revealed their presence in the process? What if, as a result, someone from the Demon King's army, whose identity is unknown, identified the location of the temple and sent troops? What if it took 8 years to get there? So in the end, weren't all these four months a tragedy caused by my past life??

"ld?"

Perhaps I was too lost in my thoughts, but it wasn't until Asilier, who was sitting in my arms, lightly squeezing my hand, that I noticed that she was moving to the side instead of following Seneran..

"sorry. I was thinking about something else for a moment."

I smiled sheepishly and got my bearings again, but Asilier's eyes were still looking up at me. I took a deep breath when I saw her look worried, as if she guessed what I was worried about just by making eye contact for a moment..

"I have a guess?"

It was a sharp question. If the opponent had been Seneran, he would have played it off, but since it was Asilier, he nodded. However, instead of vaguely consoling or asking questions, she just lightly leaned on her back..

That alone put a brake on my negative thoughts and made me feel a little more at ease..

Even though time passed, nothing on the road home changed. No matter how far I get from Ogwen, which changes day by day, the consistently bleak landscape begins to welcome me, as if time has stopped. And it gets worse as people stop going to their hometown, which remains in ruins..

But what I felt from that sight was relief and comfort. I feel relieved because it feels like the past is protecting me so that my long-held desire does not fade away..

The ruins and hills that slowly appear after passing through the winding road resonate with my sensibilities....

"...What is that?"

...I thought you were going to get an extra hit.

Smoke from a bonfire was rising from the ruins where there should have been nothing..

"Oh, shit. Here we go again."

Unlike me, who had stopped thinking, seeing the Senerans grumbling as if they knew what it was, I guess they were people related to her, even if they weren't very friendly..

People who looked to be around 20 years old were warming up around three bonfires, taking the most basic steps to avoid the cold rather than sitting down in earnest..

"...!"

Even though there was a bit of a distance, they quickly spotted us and started to react first. Contrary to my expectations, which I thought was just a matter of preparing for a conversation with the Seneran, they each grabbed their weapons and frowned..

"Are you friends by any chance? Then I want to tell you to quickly take your hands off the weapon.."

"Umm, rather than being a friend, they are more like a bunch of buggers who mistakenly think they smell money. This time, I spent a lot of money on hiring people to keep things confidential.."

To sum up, Seneran was a big customer in the smuggling business, so people who saw the hush money she spent and thought she had inquired about something big came to visit even though she didn't call because they were afraid they would run out of beans..

"Since this is my problem, I will solve it on my own.."

The Seneran looked a little tired but spoke with confidence, so I stopped moving to take out the needle and nodded in agreement..

"I also don't want to suffer needlessly in my hometown, so I hope it ends quickly and well.."

It's not my land, so I had no intention of making a fuss about just lighting a fire and camping out, but I really didn't like the fact that there were guys who could turn into bandits at any moment due to the messy issues mentioned above..

First, I dropped off Asilier and asked Laika to follow me. Then, I rode up with Seneran, and a lump whose face I couldn't see properly due to his bushy beard came forward ahead of the others and spoke out..

"Golden lady! What if I leave before the story is over? I know how much it cost me to follow your tail?"

He was talking with a good laugh, but what he wanted to say was very obvious. Seneran also snorted and shouted as if he was shocked..

"Is it about money? Since when did tunnel rules become as flaccid as rice straw? I definitely would have said I didn't need you?"

"Oh, that's because she moved before we could tell her all about our usefulness. If I talk a little more, I think..."

"Haha... I'm Seneran. Golden wizard Seneran. I don't know what that means?"

Seneran's voice, which usually showed only a vague attitude, was filled with venom that had never been seen before. However, perhaps because her appearance was difficult to intimidate, her words seemed to inflame her opponents rather than intimidate them..

"If I decided I was worthless, then whatever it was, it had no value to me now. Even if you talk about it for a month, that fact doesn't change. So take your men and get out right now. If you don't want to quit the business, follow the rules and forget everything.."

"...Miss, aren't you going too far? I understand that you are standing up for me because I followed you recklessly, but we are not in a very happy situation right now.?"

As if the hairy boy's words were a signal, the guys behind them adjusted their weapons along with the sound of clashing weapons. I looked at Seneran, wondering how he would react to this....

"Kid..."

The Seneran opened his mouth, glaring at the furry man with his tired eyes hazily opened, then stretched out his right hand forward with a deep sigh..

"Did I seem like a person who could rob me at will if I met him outside the tunnel??"

Just by looking at it, it looked like he was trying to use magic. As I was just watching, I used Magic Poetry, and I saw that Seneran's flowing words were acting as spells and manifesting magic..

While they were as shocked as the fact that unrelated words were used as spells, the magic that was activated in an instant attacked the hairy boy and his group, and they were frozen to the waist without even being able to resist..