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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 497

[497[Tuesday] Violence with a reason

After receiving Krul's Fang, Kal Khansi seemed to think that this was a moment when actions were needed more than words, so he packed his bags and left the city..

There was no need to talk about the timing of joining, and I wasn't worried that he might come out with his fangs. It will come to you on its own, and as Krul said, since it is a beastman that recognized the sign, it will do its best to help you..

This time it wasn't the direction I was aiming for, but it still had a good effect, just like my first appearance. The expressions and actions of those conducting the meeting began to become lively, and the atmosphere was not temporary, but began to take shape in the form of a path to life..

"If it is possible to cross the beast people's territory, as Sir Kal Khansi was certain, then this is also possible...."

Opinions expressed in a situation where only negative and immediately realistic suggestions and situations can be presented are not only limited in number, but also increasingly timid. Naturally, thinking becomes standardized, and a situation may arise where even possible things are excluded..

In that sense, the meeting that followed after Karl Kansi left was really lively. It was felt that the perception of the gathered people had changed from 'run away' to 'fight back'..

While the people who had worked so hard to work their heads off were sitting in their respective seats and taking a break to drink tea with tired but satisfied faces, alone, mulling over the meeting that followed, and secretly studying the opinions they had expressed, for some reason I glanced at them. Count Timshev, who was watching me, cautiously opened his mouth..

"Um... I'm so embarrassed, but while I'm taking a short break, could I ask the hero one thing?."

The fact that you didn't ask during the meeting means that it's a separate story from the meeting. Still, I wondered if he was going to ask something so personal, so I answered by looking him in the eye, and he continued speaking with a hint of anger inside..

"I was always curious whenever I heard about the Flute Knight's feats that were once considered infamous. Levien is a city located on the border between demons and humans and has served as a shield for many years. How did it fall in one day?."

As if those words were a signal, the others also quietly brightened their eyes..

However, what is felt there is closer to a movement to find tactical value rather than simple interest. I couldn't help but laugh because I could almost feel the anticipation that others might follow suit or that I might be able to get a hint to open a new paradigm..

"Nothing special. I just ran up the wall."

So, after answering briefly, I looked down again and began to stuff the information contained in the maps and documents in front of me into my head..

No one asked a question despite my attitude of having nothing more to say, and soon the meeting resumed..

After a meeting that lasted almost half a day,.

After taking off my equipment, washing it, and finishing maintenance, resisting the urge to throw myself on the soft bed in the luxurious bedroom that was said to be my room, I fell to the ground and with difficulty spoke the words that were boiling inside my mouth..

"Politics and war have nothing to do with each other.."

I was exhausted just trying to follow and understand the story. It was all the more so because it was truly a life-or-death mission..

It does not end with just one battle, but a full-scale war between the Demon Church and the Demon King's Army begins. While it felt like a dozen Cheryls were gathered together to discuss the direction of the war, all I could do was do my best not to be left alone..

Still, it was worth the effort. Through such actions, I was able to give the perception that I was a 'warrior who listens well to the opinions of those around me', and I also knew that the operation was to be completed in three days, and I had work to do tomorrow..

I felt a little sorry for Karl Kansi, who packed his bags and left without any time to rest, but I decided to go to sleep, relieved that I could rest well for today..

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The day after spending a night enjoying the gratitude of civilization, the saint and I, along with a very small number of heresy judges, moved early in the morning to patrol the city..

The purpose is to find the cause of weakened divine power. It was the result of talking to the saint about the decrease in needle performance experienced on the battlefield..

"I think it's worth a try just to learn that a magic tool made from the remains of an evil spirit may have the power to suppress divinity.."

In fact, it was one of the biggest reasons why we had a meeting until late yesterday..

Relying on intuition and uncertain memories, the process of recalling the fight with the illusion wizards at the time, roughly guessing the scope of the magic tool, and predicting where the magic tool could be located on the city map based on that was quite difficult..

To be precise, our goal was not to destroy the magic tool but to verify it after discovery, so it was difficult to find a place where the magic tool could definitely be located..

Since we are leaving tomorrow, there is no reason to go around the entire city and get it back to normal. Anyway, when we have to fight again later, the enemies will plant magic tools again, so even if we discover and destroy them in advance, it will only raise awareness..

In that case, just check. The location that was selected again and again was near the armory in a city that is sparsely populated and inconspicuous. Even this location was chosen with possible watchers or spies in mind..

"warrior."

When I arrived at the armory, I bit the people around me as much as I could, then nodded to the saint who called me, whistled, and took out a needle. It wouldn't be a problem if it was known that she didn't need to whistle since she was a friend anyway, but since you never know what's going to happen in the world, she decided to be as careful as possible..

When I rotated the needle like that, I felt resistance. I moved it around to see if I could see a clear difference. From now on, it was all a matter of my concentration, so I walked around with as much concentration as possible..

It was like being a living, breathing landmine detector, but unlike a machine that finds it for you, it wasn't difficult because you had to feel the subtle difference in resistance felt by the needle. Unlike battles where it was almost like just pouring in magical power all at once and finishing it, now I had to pay attention to magical energy and check for changes in speed so that the speed would always remain the same..

I am also burdened by the gazes of others who look at me because I am concentrating so hard that I feel like I am slowing down, but only after repeating it 15 times do I get the hang of it. They have no way of knowing if I'm failing or just concentrating hard..

The good news is that there is a clear difference in influence depending on distance..

"here."

For about 30 minutes, I walked carefully, one step at a time, not even breathing, forgetting to even blink as the eyes looked at me. My senses, which had been so focused on the needle that I couldn't see what was around me, finally caught my breath..

To be honest, I was surprised. I didn't know that they would say 'it's probably here' but 'it's definitely here'. But it was that certain, and I even smiled at the feeling that I had done it on my own..

It was clear that the ritual magic tools were embedded in the structure, which was so clean that it looked as if it had been carved out of obsidian..

"Here, they use magic tools......"

I raised my voice a little and touched the structure to let everyone know, and it was only then that I realized what I was seeing..

And before I knew it, I stopped talking..

"...Damn apostates."

"Demon God..."

Amidst the voices of the heresy judges gnashing their teeth behind her, the saintess approached with light steps..

"...Is it in here??"

Unlike the footsteps, the voice is heavy. It was clear that he was angry, as he suddenly remembered an image of him banging his head against the wall in anger at a temple near his house..

"...yes."

It was no different for me..

Although it is very different from the Epaga I saw, it was very clear what the intention was to insert a magic tool containing the remains of an evil spirit into a symbolic stone statue called a demon statue..

"Seo, saintess!"

With a sudden shout, the heresy judges immediately rushed towards the saint..

The shocked saint did not fall down holding the back of her neck. It was quite the opposite..

"Oh no! If you destroy that, the plan will go wrong.!"

"Holy woman! please fix it!"

This was to prevent the saint, who could not control her anger, from hitting the statue with her head and smashing it to pieces..

"Wow!!"

Even though five men are sticking together, it's dragging on. Thanks to this, I could keenly feel how upset the saintess was, but since she couldn't just watch, she quickly joined in..

After a while, we were able to calm down the very angry saint and force her to retreat. After taking a short break, we distanced ourselves from the statue and began to experiment to see how the output of sacred power changes..

"It's quite... spacious.."

Since there were six people, the experiment itself didn't take very long, but the results were not very satisfactory..

The magic tool's influence is approximately 400m in radius. Even if you moved just 100 meters away, the restrictions were greatly reduced, but that wasn't the important thing..

The problem was that the magic tool consistently absorbed divine power within its range. Since something like this was embedded in the headquarters of the Demonic Cult, the possibility of it running out of fuel and stopping would have been extremely close to zero. Perhaps the function has been strengthened by such poor divine power..

"...Is it really right to leave this thing like this??"

The true saint barely managed to hide her tired look and asked, but it was difficult to answer quickly..

Do you leave it alone for now and make sure to hunt for it and destroy it later when a full-scale battle breaks out, or do you hope that they have no way to further improve this magic tool and destroy everything you find?.

If you look at it simply, it seemed like the former was the unconditional advantage, but after seeing Koraji endlessly trying to absorb divine power, even that made me uneasy. What if it is more likely that it will eat divine power and evolve on its own than the possibility that the Demon King's army will improve it? And if it's more dangerous?

"I'm going to turn...?"

In a situation where a sigh came out naturally and everyone was drooling, the sword on his waist suddenly flew out without permission..