Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 206

A lottery ticket incomparable to Sen and the trolls, a lottery ticket that was scratched, Gaendal and his friends looked quite snarky, perhaps because they had just returned from a request.

Ekatrina, who approached with a cheerful smile, belatedly scratched her cheek as if she was ashamed, as if she was concerned about it.

“This is lucky. I thought I might be able to see you if I come here.”

“Oh? Did you come to visit us? Got something nice to do?”

“Surprisingly, the answer is correct. Would you like to join us? If you haven’t eaten yet, I’ll buy it.”

“Heh heh heh. Today’s young luck is wild, but good things happen in the end!”

Behind Ekatrina, who smiled brightly and nodded, Mr. Gin, who burst out laughing, asked the innkeeper for his understanding and set the table. This time, Gaendal approached and greeted him lightly and started talking to him.

“But this time, there are quite a lot of people. I guess it’s quite a big deal?”

“There was an unnecessarily complicated and lengthy situation. First of all… This is Sen, Merdella, Kals, and Baize. Katrina and Rellie. They’re good adventurers… Are you still in the ranks? I feel like you’ve already been promoted.”

‘He remembered all our names and origins?’ I asked while ignoring the reproachful guys who were staring at me, and sure enough, Mr. Gaendal took out a red adventurer token and showed it to me with a deep smile.

“Exactly. It’s been a few days.”

I’m the only one who can’t get a promotion. It doesn’t matter anyway.

“Ho, are you the Weapon Master Gaendal?”

However, an unexpected reaction erupted, starting with Carls, who kept his mouth shut and looked like a jjuguri. Isn’t it not just him, but the other kids are also starting to mutter and admire one word at a time, like extras passing by?

“Lellie, the star’s favorite?”

“Oh my God, the giant Gin?”

“Siege striker Ekatrina…?”

what. Why are you guys opening your eyes like that?

The ones who had been wrinkling up until now had disappeared and only those with shining eyes like civilians who had met idols remained, so it felt so unfamiliar. I didn’t want to look so ugly, so I continued my conversation with Gaendal, barely suppressing the urge to hit the chestnuts sequentially on each of the four heads.

“Are you all very famous? Aren’t you? Were you famous in the first place?”

“What are you talking about?

“Me? That lightsaber or mad dog?”

“There are more people who call it different these days.”

Hahaha, Gaendal made a gesture of hitting his neck with the blade of his hand while laughing.

“Go to the guillotine Eldmia.”

yes em disease.

I feel like I’ve been branded as a living, breathing executioner.

?

At the end of a series of processes, after a series of processes in which Rellie stopped Ekatrina from rushing to wash up and seated her at the table, we ended up having a meal and talking in a friendly atmosphere.

Although in the meantime, there was another uproar in the process of introducing Seneran, but fortunately, the story progressed quickly, leading to an enthusiastic acceptance as if it were natural.

“Cultist. How do you find adventure so well when you don’t work as an adventurer?”

After hearing my explanation, Gaendal’s first impressions evoked sympathy from more people than expected. This time, I was also in a position where I was unfairly involved because of Merdella, but it was hard to bring that fact out of my mouth because I was treating them kindly in order to save face.

I completely removed the part about the saintess and talked about it, but since the stereotypes and perceptions embedded in those cultists were not good, no one questioned my going to subdue them at the request of the Holy Light Cross.

“It’s obviously a story on a very large scale, but I don’t know why it feels so threatening.”

It was just that Rellie was dumbfounded at how she was feeling.

“Ega-san, tell me honestly. Even if you were alone, you were able to handle that request, right?”

“Well? It’s going to be tough to fight head-on, but since you have an older sister, how about repeating night raids and raids?”

“…Somehow, it feels like the standards for understanding the seriousness of work are being disturbed.”

Catherine shook her head, patted Rellie on the shoulder, and Ekatrina smiled cheerfully.

“By the way, it’s great. You’re saying that he’s a cultist, so he’s likely to be a devil worshiper, isn’t it? I’m envious of him coming and taking on an event that ordinary self-sufficient adventurers would have to experience.”

“Even though the person concerned didn’t want it. Earlier, Gin said he had bad luck. What happened?”

“Nothing to say. There was a request to investigate that the lord’s family disappeared overnight in the lower manor. It turned out that it was just that they were secretly away for some reason.”

“…oh.”

That… No matter how you look at it, it’s the story of Bellesica…? I rolled my eyes, showing halfway reactions, and the strange expression met Sen’s eyes.

“Perhaps the lord was very popular, the villagers gathered money and put in a request without asking who came first. There were even testimonies that unknown assailants often appeared, so they said that if they did well, they would make a lot of money… Well, it was just a waste of time.”

“Still, it’s fortunate that if Eldmia’s work goes well, we’ll be able to make up for this loss. Maybe it’s winter now, so the requests we’re taking are getting tougher. It might be time to get out of the capital.”

“Recently, some dungeons have been opened in Ogwen. I think it would be good to go there as well.”

If the weather is nice, requests from other regions will be handed over to adventurers from other regions depending on the situation, but in winter, when difficulties with long-distance travel begin to bloom, they usually solve it by themselves. Was it because the number of adventurers freezing to death increased dramatically?

I thought it was to the extent that idiots laughed at the power of nature and died while acting, but it was so amazing that there were more people like that than I thought, and even a rule was created, so I remember it.

“If that’s the case, then it just worked. This request was received from Ogwen’s branch of the Holy Cross. Why don’t you take this opportunity to visit?”

When selling horses, the number of wagons coming and going to the dungeon increased, so it was said that it was a boom, so adventurers must have enough work. Gaendal’s face turned bright as he listened to my story, probably because it was a serious concern for something that came out lightly.

“Really? This sounds good.”

“Okay. Come to think of it, if 5 of you get together, you’re definitely lucky. What does Mr. Ega have?”

It’s ironic that the person involved is an icon of decapitation, where incidents and accidents never cease, but here it is treated as a lucky charm. Still, good is good, so we laughed together.

“Then… I’m going to have to move a little busily today. But I’ll have to repair the equipment from the last request, so I’ll just have to buy consumables.”

“You’d better buy some tinder and some oil… and some extra firewood.”

“I’m going to buy a new blanket that Rellie burned.”

“Ah… It’s a waste to think about it again.”

A trustworthy dream team who knows how to prepare for tomorrow even in a warm atmosphere While I was watching the Endal Party reassuringly, Seneran, who had been silent until now, touched me and started talking to me.

“Hey, those cultists. You said you were a demonic cult?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Then there is a high probability that the real Demonic Church can intervene, is that okay?”

The real Demonic Church intervenes? I didn’t understand what he was saying, so I turned my gaze to Asillie, but she just shook her head as if she was hearing Seneran’s story for the first time.

“It’s heresy from the point of view of those friends. They say that no matter where they are, they have to send someone to destroy them.”

When I did something, it was a more intuitive reason than I thought.

“No matter how much, it’s outside the demonic territory, so should we go that far? I don’t think rumors will spread there.”

“They don’t need rumors about heresy.”

“Yes? Why is that?”

“The demon will tell you.”

I don’t think I would have trusted it if other people had talked about it, but when Seneran, a madman who has lived with the determination to sacrifice his life for magic research, talks about demons, the weight is different. It wasn’t a particularly small talk, so Seneran’s words continued as everyone listened.

“Magicism is the most heretical and strict religion on the continent. I don’t know if it’s because they are in a position where they are easily persecuted, starting with their tribe, but they don’t compromise on that. The fact that the cultists have been active so far means they haven’t had any contact with the Magician religion yet. But, to my ears, it sounds synonymous with ‘I’m going to collide head-on with the Demonic Church soon’? Is that okay?”

Can you fight the demons and win?

It was a very common sense concern and a natural question.

But me, Ekatrina Gaendalgin, and Lelye were able to smile leisurely at Seneran’s question.

“There doesn’t seem to be much of a problem.”