Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 198

It didn’t take long for Asilie to come out of the house that Jin had tidily arranged.

Since the perishable items had already been disposed of by Jin diligently looking for them to some extent, cleaning our house was simpler than we thought. There was a series of processes of inspecting the chicken coops and boxes that were used when bringing in the first livestock, putting them in one by one, and loading them onto an old wagon, but it was concise enough.

The tombs of my parents and the little pantheon I had built were in perfect condition. As I got older, the repairs I made by replacing the wooden ones with stone ones must have played a part, but I could tell from a glance that Asilie had been steadily taking care of them while I was away.

“Next time, I’ll bring the head of that demon.”

There was only that much to say right now, so after briefly visiting the tomb, we returned to Ogwen. Jin smiled leisurely, saying that he had to ride the cart with the livestock, but it was nice not to walk.

“Eh, Eldmia-sama!”

After such a leisurely return, we were greeted by Sen and his companions, who were crying with the horses we had brought for the first time.

“ah.”

“this.”

I left it as is.

I had to feel that my eyes were blinded by the mess caused by the animals who had no talent other than eating, fighting, and running.

stupid-like things. I brought it to sell anyway, so it seems that I was looking at my eyes so much that it would have been nice if I had just gone there and sold it. The immature kids are laughing at the horses pooping, so they are full of the qualities of a real adventurer.

“Yeah, it’s my fault for forgetting it.”

Eventually, after struggling with the manure for a while, we were able to dispose of the horses.

Fortunately, the horses sold for a pretty good price. The reason was that the demand for wagons has been increasing recently, as if the trickle effect caused by the adventurers that Lady Alicia had mentioned was significant. There are some dungeons around, so there are wagons coming and going there?

I don’t know if it should be regarded as a boom during this war, but I thought it was because it was said to be the driving force behind the market.

After going through such a series of chaos, there was still time left until evening, so we decided to sit down in the hall of the inn where Sen and her party were to stay and talk about Bellecica.

“Fortunately, Velesica’s parents arrived safely and were under the protection of the temple.”

If it was a party of justice’s super elite adventurers Gaendal, they would have put countless glasses of wine on the table and laid out a story board, but of course, these guys weren’t allowed to do that yet. The content of the conversation, which started with the motto of thorough solemnity and sincerity, wasn’t too bad, but it wasn’t neat either.

First of all, since it was a thrilling family reunion, we decided to meet and talk about the details tomorrow, that the cultist was also left there, and that the Ogwen Cathedral Cross Society got a firm answer that they would do everything in their power to protect the saint. I heard it, but I didn’t like the fact that Pastor Asher, who had made that boast, asked me to see him tomorrow.

“Did you guys say my name there?”

“Yes? If you want to find Father Asher, of course…”

“Don’t be rude. Did I mention that I was involved in what you all went through?”

“Uh… just a little… help?”

“…But why are you calling me all of a sudden?”

“Well, we don’t know. He just thought about something and then said it out of the blue.”

Are you calling me a guess because there were so many things I did in the past…?

After thinking about it for a while, since he couldn’t come up with a reasonable reason, Sen looked at the abundant drinking party at another table and licked his lips.

“Oddly enough, things got bigger than that. Cultist candidates for the saintess.”

“There’s nothing to grow. Anyway, the Holy Cross will take care of the saintess problem, and the cultists will all die soon.”

“…That, Eldmia-sama? It’s not like we doubt Eldmia-sama’s skills. Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm…yes. What is it?”

I don’t think he’ll show arrogant behavior like asking about my age and trying to talk to me now, and right now he’s still listening, so I can treat at least one question with broad tolerance.

“Those cultists are cultists, and as I said at the beginning, quite a few of them have sprung from the battlefield.”

“however?”

“There are quite a few people. There will be a hundred people left even after 30 people.”

“What the fuck is that weird religion… No, let’s say what can happen if you lose your mind on the battlefield. So?”

“…Are you all right?”

It’s okay to notice, but it’s not okay to keep talking back and forth, so I thought about what to say, but thinking about it, I decided to refrain from thinking that if I get angry here, I’ll be nothing but a jerk who is ignoring me now.

“You don’t have to say it that way. I just want to ask if you can fight and win against them.”

“Yeah…Well, that’s right. Actually, we were in a position where it was difficult with only 10 people, and according to the guy who caught us, he said he wasn’t even the strongest among them. I can’t easily imagine it.”

“Is it possible.”

If it’s something that can be solved by bluffing and bluffing, they’ll say that they can catch the demon king, but things in the world don’t work that way. It was a confidence based on thorough reasoning. Aren’t the doctrines of cultists already stupid?

die and be reincarnated as a demon

A doctrine composed of a psychology close to fear and longing for a different race stronger than themselves.

In other words, those cultists are already advertising themselves as weaker than the demons on the battlefield. Even within their sloppy religion, they created a hierarchy, so they didn’t distribute the results of the contract with that bitch who was obviously a devil to all the believers, and they even created a priestly position and implemented a hierarchy. Well, in a way, it may be an insurance to not use the devil’s power recklessly, but as a result, it is true that he threw away the opportunity to become evenly stronger.

In the end, the absolute majority is just a matter of filling the head count.

“The 30 people who rushed at the request to sacrifice a candidate for a saint couldn’t be anything but scraps, right? As the guy who might be baptized with holy water in the Holy Light Cross said, there might be elites, but in the end, that guy is also the main cultist. It is said that it was one of the core forces. But it doesn’t matter too much if 50 people like that attack.”

If the sword could not be overlaid with magic, the story would have been different, but this alone is no different from a cheat key with a time limit. There’s no way they can block it with only deserter-level equipment.

It would be dangerous to have a level comparable to Envelde with simple swordsmanship skills, but those guys are doing things like cults?

……It’s not that there’s no possibility at all, so I’ll definitely have to stop by Mr. Valkun on the way back and get some stuff. It wasn’t to the point of diminishing my confidence, though, so I was able to continue talking calmly.

“As you all have seen, it is an equipment that can cut both horses and people. If you come a lot, you will only be cut a lot. From there, the number of heads is just the number of corpses.”

As he spoke, he touched the sword he was wearing around his waist, and their eyes naturally moved. Since they also heard him boasting to Hans that it was a dwarf craftsman’s weapon on his way back, he must have had a great imagination unfolding in his head.

“More than anything, it’s not going to be a head-to-head match with them, but it’s weird to lose.”

Ideally, they’d feel strange while we were going back, and send in extra troops. Because individual destruction is the second right thing after a surprise attack. Even if it’s not, if you eventually drag him to the vicinity and release him, the guy who thinks he escaped secretly will go to the hideout and gather troops to try a surprise attack.

If you can handle it in three parts like that, it’s even better.

“…No, it’s a situation that’s almost no different from being single against 100 people… I think it’s strange to think it’s strange to lose…

” Sen’s reaction made me widen my eyes.

I was surprised that he used the expression ‘nearly single’ and took it as an established fact that he and his other colleagues were joining my plan, and it was surprising that the other guys didn’t seem to have any complaints about it, but I was surprised that one hundred people I was surprised that the remark that it was strange to treat it as nothing special was an extremely normal remark.

“Huh, that’s what I heard.”

This time, I had no choice but to admit it. Certainly, my senses have changed a lot due to recent events.

It was a distorted sense that made me laugh out loud, but I couldn’t really correct it.

“But it’s true, what can I do?”

I don’t know if I should say that even if I just beat the slime, my experience will go up… but since I’m fighting a bunch of half-assed guys more and more, I get a rough estimate. If you’re fighting alone, variables that deviate from that estimate may be threatening, but even excluding them now, there are Asiliers, and my trump card, which is still in the middle of production, exists.

Because I had already experienced too much to be afraid of the defeated soldiers who had gone mad with fear, I said it again with conviction.

“no problem.”

Although I don’t know what they’ll think of my answer.