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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 505

[505Tuesday] March

Despite the sudden attack by monsters, there was no damage..

That was natural. Even if all three ogres had clung to each other, their heads would have been broken in front of the Inquisitors. The forces of the church and the city are strong enough that a group of orcs and goblins can barely do anything..

Thanks to this, most people took a break without even knowing that such an attack had occurred, and an hour later the march continued again. It was not that there was no fatigue from the battle, but there was still no time to delay, so it was an inevitable choice..

Maybe that's why the party members' gaze towards the surviving ogre who caused this situation was very, very unkind..

One of the reasons may have been that they had to keep moving with a rope to capture the guy who had his arms and legs cut off one by one, but Este's statement that she could feel the energy of an evil spirit made it clear that the atmosphere must have been harsh, and it was a natural reaction since they had already beaten the candle on an already difficult journey..

The person who showed the least emotional change was Saint Deoni, who was quietly concentrating on the guy in front of her. The saintess stretched out her hand to check her for a while, frowning her fair eyebrows, then relaxed her posture with a deep sigh..

"I can't feel anything."

It was obvious that dragging the ogre would only cause confusion and fear to the civilians, so she worked hard without any time to rest and ended up in a position where the ogre was incapacitated. The saintess shook her head and the other Heresy Judges also nodded. It was. They had already tried it and concluded that they couldn't feel anything..

"Since the Holy Sword Este was sure, it was definitely eroded by the remnants of the evil spirit... but I have no idea. Can you tell me how strong the energy you feel is??"

"...I would say it is at a very minimal level. Compared to the erosion bodies, it's almost like the blood of new feet.."

Every time we talk, the eyes of the ogre, who seems to be still clinging to life, keep rolling. In response to the reaction, which clearly showed that he was clearly understanding the content of the conversation and not just able to say a few words, one of the Inquisitors who had been silent behind him tilted his head, which was obviously heavy due to his helmet, and opened his mouth..

"Do you understand the common language now??"

"Yes, it seems. Just now, he started talking about food and speaking in common language.."

Needless to say, the other Inquisitor who fought alongside me responded, and everyone's eyes sharpened once again. As expected, there was nothing wrong with my common sense..

"Why did you learn the common language??"

The point is not ‘how’ but ‘why’.

Ogres aren't stupid. He's just so strong that he thinks it's easy to solve most problems with force, but he's generally smarter than orcs. He would have been civilized enough if they had any social skills at all..

So I’m not particularly curious about how I learned it. I probably learned it because I needed it. The problem lies in ‘why’ it was needed. The ogre, sensing the atmosphere becoming more bloody, rolled his eyes eagerly and then cautiously opened his mouth..

"Oh, I learned it because I needed it to control the orcs.."

"That's an excuse."

Everyone nods their heads at someone's confident words that come out without a single thought..

If your goal was to command orcs, you only need to learn orc language. Because they also have language. Nevertheless, the reason why he bothered to learn the common language was because it was much more ‘efficient’ when considering things from his perspective..

He's now hiding the reason why he learned the common language from us..

If I had come up with a more plausible excuse, I might have overlooked it, but since most things were solved with physical force, my ability to make excuses seems to have been greatly hampered..

"Wouldn't it be easier to talk if I blew up the remaining bridge??"

The Inquisitor approached without hesitation, pulling out the dagger from his belt, but he failed to achieve his goal. This is because the saint quietly raised her index finger to block him..

But it wasn't because I felt sorry for the ogre..

"This is going to take a long time, so let's start from the toes.."

I was just looking at the estimates more calmly. Our saint, a former aspiring heresy judge, was merciless in this regard..

"All right. There's going to be some blood, so take a step back.."

The Heretic Judge, whose body had been strengthened with many blessings, looked around while holding a dagger. At first, I wondered why it took so much effort to cut off just one toe, but after belatedly understanding his intentions, I took out a dagger and handed it to him..

"It's a cheap dagger. Just use this."

After deliberately shattering the blade with a moderate amount of magic power,.

"Oh my, you are a warrior after all. I will write it gratefully."

The Inquisitor, who instantly understood my intentions and prepared the tools for me, expressed his excitement even through his visor, politely accepted my dagger and began sawing off the ogre's big toe..

At the same time, the cries of an ogre with no tolerance for torture echoed through the forest..

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What we lack the most is time, so torture was carried out boldly and quickly..

It was fortunate that the Heresy Judge was a former Heresy Inquisitor and a professional advisor. Otherwise, the ogre would have died of shock a long time ago..

However, the results obtained were satisfactory but not satisfactory. As a result, not only the Inquisitor who was wiping away the blood that was splattered, but also we who were looking at it had no choice but to look at the ogre with a shit-chewing expression and exhaling as if he was about to die..

The first to speak was the heresy judge who was directly torturing him..

"I have no idea what purpose these apostates have for making such a move.."

Orcs who run goblins were just a by-product. There was only one reason for the ogre to learn the common language..

For a deal with the devil's army.

The traded items even included weapons, food, and the remnants of the evil spirit it possessed. They say he became stronger than other ogres just by getting a small amount of it... I didn't know why he was able to get it and stay fine..

The problem is that in return, there is a condition that you must come and join the battle whenever the Demon King's army calls..

Even now, there are no monsters on the front line, so when on earth did they put such a condition on using it? For the first time in a long time, one thousand Eldemia began to brainstorm and come up with hypotheses..

"You reject your subjects and try to recruit monsters. Could it be that we collectively went crazy because we misused the power of the evil spirit??"

"Honestly, I'm not even sure anymore.."

"What is your intention?."

I also understood the reaction of the saint who pressed her temples as if she was suddenly overcome with fatigue. Because I have never even thought of capturing and using monsters. I didn't even know that would happen.

However, even though I couldn't come up with an idea, I was able to quickly guess what I wanted to do with it with the collective intelligence of Eldmia..

"Epa is probably trying to fight you.."

This time everyone's eyes were on me. Since it was fully expected, I remained calm, and the Heretic Judge, who had just roughly wiped away all the blood, asked a question first..

"Aren't we already fighting now??"

"no. That's fighting us. They would have been able to fight us even if they hadn't turned their backs on the church, used the power of a dead god, even attracted monsters to use as their army, and collected all existing relics and turned them into tools as they pleased.."

Those who talk freely, those who look down on God, remnants of evil spirits, etc..

In my previous life, it was a surprisingly common repertoire, but in this godly world, putting into words a concept as unfamiliar as divine punishment was more difficult than I thought..

"To them, we will be a process. The ultimate goal is to bring Epa down and commit murder.."

As a preliminary work to do so, they study technology to use the power of God as if it were their own, and spread ideas that reject God by trying to exploit monsters that don't even care about God..

I thought it was a reasonable inference, but the listeners were so shocked that they almost took two or three steps back..

"Ugh, how could you come up with such a terrible idea?..."

The saint even gave me a look that seemed to rebuke me for saying such a thing. I could understand his feelings, but I still had to say what I wanted to say, so I continued speaking in as light a tone as possible..

"As a faithful believer, it is heartbreaking to see such views, so please stop and first look back on what they have done. Although they are still weak, they are even imitating the power of evil spirits. Even if it is evil, it is ultimately the power of a god, so would those who use it properly be satisfied with simply winning a fight between mortals??"

What came to mind as I spoke was the story about weights I heard from Rumings..

Not only did the two warriors step onto one side of the scale, but the demon race that was supposed to unite as one became divided under their beliefs. If this is to balance the world like she told me, then what lies on the other side??

I don't know for sure, but the level of crazy people trying to get the Godslayer title needs to go up to balance things out..