Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 463
[463[Tuesday] Does the summoned hero dream of his past life?.
I wondered if this was happening again in the middle of the night, but if I left it alone, the low voice of the messenger, who could not enter the tent or make a loud noise out of courtesy, would be heard repeatedly, so after a brief exchange of glances, Esselua decided to step forward..
"Hero. class..."
"The warrior did not cough. I, Esselua, will deliver the message on your behalf. Is there a problem?"
No matter how much she was a princess in name only, she was definitely a princess of the empire. It would have been enough for her to tell her if it were a half-hearted matter, but her messenger outside her tent hesitated greatly but did not back down..
"...This is a message delivered by royal order because Lord Eldmia Egar said it must be delivered directly to the hero. This is not an attempt to ignore the princess's authority, but since it is such an important issue, I would like to ask for permission to convey it directly to the hero.."
Funnily enough, as soon as the story of Eldmia was mentioned, Entire and Esselua flinched, while Teneasi reflexively shook Siegfried to wake him up..
As a result, the two women looked at her in silence, more surprised by Tenneasi's reaction than when Siegfried, who had just fallen asleep again, woke up and couldn't come to his senses, but Teneasi only stared at her instead of responding..
"What, what's going on??"
"...It is said that Lord Egar asked Zeke to send a message. Considering that he came at the king's command, I guess it's important.."
"Huh, to the point where I have to wake up at night? I feel anxious for no reason that my younger brother is in such a hurry.."
Although Siegfried seemed ready to fall asleep, he quickly came to his senses and got up..
He headed towards the entrance where the messenger was, wearing only a thick coat, and unlike the words he had just said, he was completely calm. Since I had this perception stuck in my head for a while, I thought, ‘But what’s the big deal? 'He's my younger brother.' This is because the main thought was.
Siegfried's thoughts remained the same until he walked out of the tent and faced the messenger, but when the messenger who faced him bowed his head while politely handing him the item he was carrying at his side, he tilted his head without realizing it..
"What is this again??"
"It's an umbrella."
"...no. I know it's an umbrella, but my younger brother sent me this? why?"
It's not some kind of mystery; what is the reason for sending a black umbrella out of nowhere??
"Is this a magic umbrella or something?...?"
"I heard it was an ordinary umbrella."
Now I have no choice but to believe that it hints at something. Siegfried shrugged his shoulders and neatly decided to give up on continuing his useless speculations..
"I don't understand. So, what is the message??"
And as soon as the answer to the question I asked, which I still didn't think was a big deal, came back, I froze..
"Nanny Mary Poppins will be there soon, so wait.."
My head began to spin in an attempt to understand and accept the situation belatedly, causing cognitive dissonance and mild dizziness..
There was definitely a time when I mentioned Eldmia's projectile weapon as Mary Poppins. She still vividly remembers the movie she saw and laughing at her memories..
However, Siegfried never told him what Mary Poppins meant. She'd rather just play around and pretend like she saw it in the movies.
Of course, Eldmia didn't know that Mary Poppins was a nanny, and she shouldn't have known that she carried a black umbrella..
"......great job."
The reason he did not stumble or show any other abnormal symptoms was because of the warrior's strong body. However, no matter how hard I tried to react as naturally as possible, I couldn't hide the slight tremor of the hand I reached out to hold the umbrella..
It wasn't that I was scared or anxious, it was more that my body was surprised because it couldn't keep up with the sudden change in the situation. Siegfried seriously wondered whether he was dreaming again until the moment he somehow managed to lower the tent, holding the umbrella with his back to the messenger, and returned to bed..
The tower builder has dreams related to life on Earth that have been tormenting him ever since he met the demons..
"Zeke?"
Esselua, who sensed something strange about him sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the umbrella, spoke to him, but Siegfried could not escape his thoughts..
Computers, cell phones, movies, public transportation, the Internet, all kinds of food, clothing, shelter, etc..
A sip of coke that I couldn't finish before enlisting in the military remained in my mind, and with a feeling of regret and longing that was incomparable to the pain I felt throughout the training camp, I worked hard and made a difficult connection to this world..
I didn't have any good feelings because I couldn't even leave a word to my family, friends, and acquaintances..
No matter how much better life as a warrior was than life as a livestock in modern society, the fact that he literally fell into 'another dimension' was not at all light, and there was a time when he blamed the goddess for why it was him..
All of that became a past story, and I just decided to do my duty as a warrior with the feeling of not knowing what to do with affection and love. I have not completely forgotten the dark feelings of resenting the goddess amidst the loneliness of each dimension..
So, when the demon spoke Korean, albeit indistinctly, Siegfried unconsciously felt his heart beat..
Emotions that can't even be compared to the joy you feel when you go abroad where you don't speak the language properly, the anger that comes from not being able to understand why you meet as enemies, and the coaxing and coaxing that you can go back to Earth is a day that passes by. harassed.
As the suffering grew day by day, the demon became increasingly adept at speaking. It's like getting used to a language you're not good at after not using it for too long, or becoming more proficient in a language you're using for the first time..
Torturing me endlessly by telling me that I was being deceived by the goddess in a language I had become accustomed to... To be honest, it was mentally difficult..
It was difficult to understand now why the characters in the work at hand were shocked by the common cliché that everything they believed might be a lie. The more I did this, the more vivid the dream became, as if I was ruminating on my past life. I was shaken even as I tried to force myself to remember that the other person was an illusion wizard and that this was all just the enemy's work..
But now I can only think of one thing because Eldmia seems to have noticed this fact and sent an umbrella..
"Oh really!! It's a shame!!"
"Zeke, Zeke?"
Did you say that if something is so absurd, the only thing that comes out is laughter?.
Suddenly, memories of the past flashed by like a flash of light, and as I came to the conclusion that all the tackles this human had made were in fact deliberate, it felt as if the devil chatting in Korean was nothing..
"Ha... okay, just wait for now.."
Thanks to you, I woke up suddenly, but I didn't feel bad..
Now that I think about it, unlike Eldmia, those demons can only use Korean and have never directly mentioned anything that could be considered concrete evidence..
It is true that he talked about various things that would stimulate memories, such as the Earth, hometown, family, and culture, but there was nothing specific. Even if I had just heard people say that they miss Cola Chicken, it would have been a different story... It was confusing in many ways..
Surprisingly, wasn't it similar to the method used by scammers to defraud? So much so that I think.
I was so focused on language that I didn't even notice something as simple as this..
"I'm sure shock therapy works.."
Siegfried smiled sincerely, something he had forgotten about these past few days, and threw the umbrella he was holding aside and lay down on the bed..
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As soon as I flew to the capital in my own car, I bought some alcohol and arrived at Mr. Balkun's workshop. I felt an indescribable sense of guilt as I saw the expression on Mr. Balkun's face change moment by moment, as he welcomed me in an extremely friendly manner..
Mr. Balkun, who had been smiling from ear to ear until he saw the wooden box containing the alcohol, froze as soon as he saw my shattered sword..
"What on earth did you do to the sword?...?"
"Well... it just so happened that..."
"Somehow I don't even make things like this.!!"
Although I felt a strong sense of déjà vu, I handed him the sword while barely holding his head, which was naturally lowered in a different situation. Mr. Balkun's expression, who had been vainly examining the sword as if he were looking at a child who had gone to battle and returned as a corpse, changed strangely..
"...hmm? what?"
"Is it damaged to the point where it is difficult to repair??"
What was revealed on the surface was closer to embarrassment than despair. However, when a person is suddenly shocked, he doesn't know where his emotions will go, so when I spoke to him cautiously, Mr. Balkun, who had looked at his sword and used magic with a serious face that was hard to find the devastated look he had shown just now, looked at his beard. I patted and asked back with difficulty..
"What on earth did you kill??"
"yes?"
"The core has deteriorated. Even at this moment, it continues to change. Even now... the circuit is running in some strange way. Why do things like this without even killing a dragon?..."
I could not say anything as I looked at the sword, which did not undergo any dynamic changes, contrary to Mr. Balkun's intention as he worked hard to return the sword to the liquid state I saw last time..
From the axe-man of the Twisted Nether to the sacred power of the evil spirit who tried to ride back when attempting to rip out the head, as well as the divinity of Epaganim..
There are too many guesses, so it’s a problem, fuck..
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