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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 481

[481[Tuesday] God knows

Demon King Army Special Operations Command Direct Investigation Unit.

The unit, commonly called the Razor Blade of the Special Operations Division, is regarded with reverence among the Demon King's army..

Although they can exercise omnipotent power depending on the situation, they always cool-headedly organize the situation and act only as spokespeople for the headquarters, so there are very few people who envy or envy them, even though they are in a perfect position to be given the derogatory title of hunting dog..

Thanks to such public awareness, there is no one who disobeys the words of the person who appeared in the name of the investigation unit..

Even if the person in command is still quite young,.

"Captain. Found the source."

While adjusting his glasses, which he couldn't get used to no matter how much he wore them, Soha Shinore, the leader of the investigation unit, silently came to the side and gave directions to the reporting officer with a light nod..

As he moves, all 30 of his subordinates who accompanied him stop investigating and begin to follow him..

As they prepared for the unit's large-scale retreat, the surroundings were more distracted and busier than ever, but they, wearing uniforms and capes with not a speck of dust on them, just walked in line with each other and the path cleared for them..

The adjutant, who saw Soha turning his gaze away from the foreign but very familiar scene from the corner of his eye, motioned to his subordinates to step back a little and explained the situation..

"The starting point was a piece of iron brought by Khalesi from the tower, even at the cost of sacrificing his own arm.."

"Didn't it all fly away? how did she find out?"

"The soldiers at the aid station who treated her were not involved in the incident, so their testimony was collected.."

"Hmm, was there anything left??"

"no. It seems like they disappeared together or disappeared somewhere. Not only was it impossible to trace, but it was also impossible to confirm this part because there were no proper eyewitness accounts.."

Because he trusted the abilities of his subordinates, Soha only responded with a light nod to their work and results. The adjutant nodded as if he was used to such reactions and continued his explanation naturally..

"It is said that even when he cut off his own arm, he did not stop using magic to shackle the unidentified object.."

"...?"

Soha tried to just listen quietly until he reached his destination, but before he knew it, he couldn't help but look at his adjutant with a face full of questions, and those questions were valid..

The fact that illusion wizards cannot concentrate on magic while in pain was a problem that even wizards belonging to the illusion school could not deny..

So, a safety device was created to keep the caster away from the threat of injury and death, and the Special Operations Department also approved it..

Khaleesi is no exception. The adjutant also nodded and responded as if he was very surprised..

"I was surprised too. I heard that her obsession with research bordered on mania, but it seems there wasn't much difference from the rumors. She said that when she received another injury on the battlefield, she was unable to cast spells and sought out her adjutant...."

It would mean that the piece of iron had some value..

Various questions came with the reality that the person who might have been able to provide answers had disappeared, but Soha easily ignored the regret that was blooming from within..

The thinking will be up to the headquarters. I had to focus on work now..

Since there was nothing more to explain or hear, they remained silent until they reached the location of the tent that the Illusion Wizards used as a research facility... but even after reaching their destination, there was no need for conversation..

The marks drawn by his subordinates on the evidence that could be felt with the skin already explained everything..

"It seems that the person who didn't move when he needed help was waiting with his eyes wide open for an opportunity to punish me.."

His subordinates, including his adjutant, flinched at Soha's sudden mutterings, but he waved his hand lightly to show them not to worry and began to look for traces..

The adjutant stared at Soha's back for a moment, then sent a hand signal to his subordinates, ordering them to keep their distance, and then stepped back a little..

Even though he felt all the popularity, Soha did not look back. I just think the deputy made a reasonably reasonable decision. Now, I was more concerned about the traces in front of me rather than such trivial things, and it was time to concentrate..

Fortunately, it wasn't that difficult for him, and he came to a conclusion quickly..

There was a lot of heterogeneous energy mixed in, but it was clearly the divinity of a demon god..

"...Phew."

Soha, who had been looking at the clear traces of divinity for a while, took a deep breath and tried to control her emotions. The moment her feelings turned into conviction, the adjutant noticed a clear change in Soha's calm emotions and became very nervous and moved her magic..

"big..."

"know. I'll calm down, just wait a moment.."

Soha closed his eyes for a moment, answering before the anxious adjutant could even finish speaking. At the same time, the magic power that was gushing out quickly regained stability, and the adjutant was able to breathe a sigh of relief..

The hatred and anger toward demons harbored by a boy who was sold as a slave to the human race as a child and had to wander the world was by no means unusual..

Even at the moment when he was pessimistic about the world and cursed God, God was indifferent to him, but the Demon King not only saved him, but also actively supported him so that his anger could be used as a driving force for loyalty, strength, and power..

Soha had no doubt whatsoever that it was thanks to such full support that the slave, who was just an orphan, was able to grow with the passage of time and become the command's best sword..

Although the process was never smooth, it was a happy and enjoyable memory compared to the past life and memories that were stuck in the gutter..

To the extent that thinking about that time is the only way to let go of the boiling anger..

"These are the children you abandoned..."

But even that only softens a little. The source of anger that stayed with me throughout my life never dried up..

"...It's the result of the faith you ignored...."

It was thanks to that anger that he was able to pour all his time and effort into becoming stronger, except for the minimum activities needed to sustain life, but because of that, controlling his anger became the most difficult and difficult task for him..

However, the Demon King understood and accepted his anger and gave him direction..

The direction of becoming free from God and opening a truly mortal world..

It was a very natural step for Soha to actively agree with that idea..

"...Are you feeling embarrassed now, Epha??"

Reassuring himself that he must suppress his anger now in order to achieve that grand goal, Soha raised his head and glared at the sky..

The eyes were still helplessly drooping, but the red pupils inside them flashed as if they were about to boil..

Soha stared at the sky for a long time. Now, when she hears the blasphemous thoughts, anger and curses she harbors, she repeats in her head a provocation to do the same thing again and again..

As always, there was no answer.

"God is spineless."

Soha, who showed a facial expression for the first time since appearing at the unit with a snort, clearly remembered the energy still remaining around him and turned his gaze to his adjutant..

"Return to headquarters."

His face, filled with obvious ridicule and anger, did not seem to return to its original state even after a long time had passed..

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I don't know if he heard what I said seriously or not, but Sir Santo, the Empire's Sword Master, did not seem to be a cuckold racecist..

Instead of asking or answering a proper question, he reacted with applause and very naturally shifted the topic to swordsmanship and training..

To be honest, it was okay up to that point, but after everything was said, he seriously asked me if I wanted to meet his daughter, which was a really boring conversation that only the mayor of Ogwen would make. The truth that you shouldn't judge people based solely on their appearance. I had to take the time to seriously think about it again..

When I felt like it, I suddenly called a car and said, 'Okay then.' I wanted to cast, but Sir Santo was as good at speaking as he was at swordsmanship, so he gave me no chance to escape..

In the end, it was after I returned to camp that I was able to free myself from her..

"I thought I was late, but you were coming together.?"

Actually, even that wouldn't have been possible if Siegfried hadn't intervened..

"The command center is in chaos right now, sir. You should go quickly.?"

"What's the point in me going when I'm just swinging a sword?."

"The commander didn't seem to think so. Anyway, I'll take some of this.."

Siegfried, who noticed that Sir Santo, who had regained his appetite as if he were disappointed, was walking away, motioned for me to come with him and started talking about extremely ordinary conversation topics..

Boring questions like how was Sword Master or what was the battlefield like were of course not topics worth discussing between us, so when I realized that there was another purpose, I answered appropriately and hurried on..

Siegfried hurried his steps accordingly, and as soon as he entered his tent, he activated a magic tool, then his face hardened and he asked me seriously..

"what was that?"

It was a truly incoherent question, but given the circumstances, I couldn't tell what you were talking about..

"I don't know either."

The problem is that I don't know what that light is..

I turned my sore shoulders, unsheathed the sword, placed it on the table, and sat down in the chair. He also sat down across from me, poured some tea that had already been brewed, and handed it to me..

"That was the divine power of the person who drank it, right? But it makes sense that you don't know?"

"What if it's true? Why should I hide this from you now?."

As Siegfried said, the wave of divine power that swept like the aftereffects of a nuclear explosion was something I was definitely familiar with..

After a while, only a small amount of sacred power remained, to the point where it became difficult to distinguish, but that was clearly something Epaga had done..

but how?

Aren't all the holy relics tied up by them? Did I touch something wrong while tinkering??

I had many questions, but this time I had no guesses..

"I also want to ask myself what the hell is going on...."

As I was obediently raising a white flag and proving my innocence to Siegfried in the face of a conclusion that no matter how much I thought about it for a hundred days, I could never figure it out, suddenly something flew in through the gap in the tent entrance..

"...silver, de..."

It doesn't seem familiar at all, but there's something strangely familiar..

"what? What...?"

Siegfried, who belatedly saw my reaction and wanted to know something, turned his head and noticed an object flying in the sky, and his eyebrows were bent into an eight-pointed shape..

"...This isn't the piece of sword you said you lost.?"

"...I think that's right."

"Where did you get this divine power from??"

I had no choice but to dry wash my face as I saw the blade fluttering over my scabbard like a butterfly landing on a flower..

"I know."

What the hell happened?.