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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 531

[531Tue] Brave Meets Brave

Since we had decided to head to Raitor and had no other way back, the idea of ​​sending someone in advance to investigate was mentioned very naturally, without anyone having to say who should go first..

Since I had decided to go, even if Raitor had completely fallen into the hands of the Demon King's army, I had to use the gate after recapturing it, so terrain reconnaissance was a set procedure, so I was not particularly surprised, but the fact that I was the one they unanimously pointed out as a suitable person was very surprising. It was unexpected.

'If the warrior only hides his magic and divine power, no one will recognize him..'

That didn't change even after hearing the reason given by Saint Deoni, to which everyone except me shook their heads in agreement. If you mess up as much as I do, I don't think it's weird if there's a montage..

But surprisingly. my montage didn't exist.

'To be exact, it was close to something that couldn't be made. It is said that among the demons, there were very few people who knew what the warrior looked like, and among the humans, no one was properly known about his facial expressions..'

The Special Operations Unit wasn't actually a bunch of careless and lazy guys. Rather, it was clear why they couldn't make it to the point where it was unfair..

First of all, most of the demons I've encountered so far are either dead or I haven't been able to confront them long enough to properly remember their appearance..

Because of that, I couldn't create my montage using only the demons' information. The only information I received was that he was a rather large human being. The saintess's guess was that even those who were targeting me in Ethisel were more likely to have tracked information about my movements and then captured my magical power rather than acting based on their knowledge of my appearance..

Still, I couldn't just sit back and do nothing, so of course I should have collected information through the human race, but since my main location of activity was the capital, the security was so tight that I couldn't properly track it. Although they worked as adventurers from time to time, most of them were tied to the Ogatorv family and Ragnis or were confined to the academy, so they were not easily accessible through normal methods..

However, if you carelessly touch a noble's information, you may be traced back, so all you can do is search through information from when you were an adventurer. However, the information there was said to have been greatly exaggerated in terms of my appearance and actions, as I had already been on a very reckless path even before the Oak Gate..

'How does the saint know that??'

'At that time, I also investigated the hero..'

The saint's explanation was that there was a lot of information that did not match what she had seen in person. To be honest, I was more shocked by the exquisite situation that followed than by the saintly woman's calm response..

Somehow, after the Oak Gate incident, information about me began to be revealed, but the information about my appearance, let alone my whereabouts, was incomparably worse than before. A situation where the only thing in common is carrying an axe, wearing a sword, and walking around with a dog..

Yes, that's right. The cause was salty mushrooms that suddenly multiplied. I never imagined there would be a day in my life when those bastards would be of help, but it happened..

There was nothing to say after that. When I was active on the battlefield, I spent more time wearing Lummings' helmet than with my bare face. It was a moment when I realized how scary modern society was, where everything ends when you just take out your phone and take a picture with the camera..

Based on all those assumptions, there was really not a single person who recognized me when I arrived in Raitor as a scout with Kal Kansi. As I was walking around looking at the city being ruined, I just bumped into a demon wearing glasses..

To be honest, I was disgusted..

Although I pretended to look for the money bag and covered it up, at first I thought I was getting stabbed by some assassin-like bastards. She felt less of a presence, to the point where she wondered if the demon wearing glasses was actually a demon..

However, given that he doesn't show it all, it seems like he's just conserving his strength well. Maybe he's a talented adventurer from the demon spirit..

In any case, if the other person had not really searched for the money bag by searching through the same thing, he would have just watched it and pulled out his sword as soon as he felt something strange..

"What's wrong, sir? It turns out that my money bag was really robbed.?"

"That's not true, no matter how much I was paying attention, it's surprising that I bumped into him so defenselessly without even realizing it.."

I thought they kept their guard up because they thought it was enemy territory, but I didn't bother to say that I was quite shocked..

Having convinced myself that it would be better to pay more attention, I decided to ask about the mess unfolding before my eyes rather than about the demons that passed by..

"More than that, the situation in the city is completely incomprehensible. Demon spirits are like this?"

"well. It's my first time experiencing an internal dispute like this, so I can't say anything.."

We were now in what could be called the center of the city. He didn't sneak in either, he just came in through the gate. At first, I felt sick because I thought the internal conflict had been resolved, but fortunately, the western gate where we arrived and the surrounding area had only been resolved by the Demon King's supporters..

Even the gatekeeper only asked for a toll fee that was three times that of other cities and did not inspect with much enthusiasm. It seemed like a measure that came after the conclusion that if the costs were high and the inspections were too strict, people would not pay and go to other cities..

Even after paying the fee without much complaint, his stiff attitude changed to a gentle manner. From what I heard, it seemed like the Demon Lord viewed us as good taxpayers who thought it was natural to spend money to set the law straight..

'Don't go towards the eastern gateway. Because the fucking Raitors are in control..'

I didn't even need to be liked first to get information..

After thanking the gatekeeper who raised our intimacy level and even gave us advice, we of course set out to head to the southern gate, and on the way here, we witnessed many barricades and fights..

It turned out that the only place that could be considered stable was near the gateway. Although they seemed like normal people, I thought there were a lot of people setting up tents on the street like vagrants, but inside it was a complete mess..

Thieves and robbers. People or vigilantes who protect their shops or homes by setting up barricades with kegs or broken furniture. Group dog fights between supporters of the Demon King's Army and supporters of the church, etc..

As I walked a few steps away from the area where the professional fighting was taking place, I saw a dog fight between local men that seemed more grandiose. The street we were walking on was a commercial district, so it was safe thanks to the mercenaries hired by merchants who saved money to guard the street..

Of course, you had to pay a toll when entering here. Count Raitor's family was pushed out and those who were supporters of the Demon King's Army had the upper hand, but looking at their behavior like this, it was clear that there was no proper system for them..

So it was strange. From what I've heard, Count Raitor was a typical group of warriors who were smart and didn't have a hard time with their brains. It seemed incongruous that we could gain an upper hand over the idiots we had encountered so far, so the Special Operations Department's intervention must have been true. I've already seen situations like that..

That means that this confusion is also a result of the special operation's intention..

As I walked and listened to the stories I heard, most of those who supported the Demon King's Army did not even know that the Special Operations Department had intervened and believed that they were winning because they were good. Of course, there was no such delusion..

It was clear that the Special Operations Unit had intervened, but traffic was not controlled and the fighting parties were not even aware of the Devil's Army's intervention. As I was worrying about what the situation was for, I suddenly came to my senses when I felt an energy coming from the alley I had just passed..

"Carl Cansi. Come this way."

"also?"

What greeted us as we walked along the dark alley where people were extremely rare was the forgettable corpse of the Unlucky Hulk, lying on the ground. Kalkansi, with his arms crossed as he looked at the corpse, which was in fairly good condition unlike the ones he found in front of him, tilted his head and muttered as if he really didn't understand..

"There are already four. Why is this guy everywhere we go? Even dead?"

"Because of these guys, Raitor was pushed out. Before we arrived, the Count Raitor family must have occupied even the main street.."

The erosion body is by no means an easy guy. Since I only found four, in reality, if you look at the entire city, there would have been more erosion bodies released, and Raitor, who had to deal with them, would have suffered quite a lot of damage..

However, even though the enemy was one that any half-baked soldier would have no choice but to tear apart, the forces of Count Raitor's family were clearly reducing their numbers by dealing with the corrosive body. It was certainly a remarkable achievement, but it certainly did not come without any damage..

Karl Kansi nodded with a short exclamation as if he immediately understood what I said..

"no wonder. I don't think they would pose much of a threat to the Earl's family compared to the guys I ran into in passing, but I thought it was strange.."

"This body is relatively recent, so there may be people still fighting. Find it before it's too late..."

We must kill them all before any more damage occurs to the Raitor family..

What interrupted me as I was about to say that was an unfamiliar voice coming from the other side of us and an expression of familiarity..

"find something?"

The person who appeared in the alley with a clang, clang, clang sound was a sturdy middle-aged man who was moving a two-handed sword as tall as himself on the ground like a cane..

"Who are you investigating that monster??"

...Strictly speaking, the expression “strong” was a bit misleading..

Instead of his normal foot, the tired middle-aged man had a prosthetic leg that looked similar to an iron club.