Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 255

It took less than 30 minutes to set up a specific schedule for the meeting with Duke Lesrom and finish small chatting.

Still, the stories we talked about during that time were to some extent clearing up my doubts. Even though I’ve been rampaging and rambling lately, I was curious about why he was so actively protecting me, but in the end, it was more like a cause and prestige issue intertwined.

It is said that it is not good for the prestige of the royal family to gossip over the fact that the man who beheaded the traitor quarreled with adventurers. I don’t know if it was after it faded in people’s memories, but now that it’s a hot issue, they say they quickly put their hands on it.

Luceric watched with interest as Laika, who woke up during the conversation and came down the stairs with a whimper, approached me.

“Then, I’ll see you at the Aristocratic House in three days.”

It was strange to give medals immediately after leaving the detention center, so it was his opinion that we should wait and see, and I accepted without saying anything. As this was not a problem that I could not solve without their help, it was more like a feeling to finish the troublesome task quickly rather than a token of gratitude.

After the conversation with Luceric, the morning after a day without incident, I was able to leave the detention center as he said. Messiela seemed quite taken aback at the move, which was no different from a traveler leaving for a short stay.

“I’m indebted to you again, Mr. Messiela. How are you?”

There was no problem until she made an expression that she couldn’t figure out what to say and eventually returned home with Messiella smiling behind her.

Even if she already understands how I move, her worries are different. I had to work hard to appeal that this incident was not really a big deal and that the royal family was just looking a little bigger because of their face.

“…Ha ha, sometimes I get confused whether I’ve lived a hundred years or Eldy’s lived a hundred years.”

By the time the mouth that had been protruding due to dissatisfaction had gone in and the ears that had been standing up had settled down, Asilie shook her head and muttered, and I smiled moderately.

Just as humans cannot fully understand a dog’s sense of time even if they know that a dog’s average lifespan is only about 20 years, she says that as a long-lived species, human thinking and society as a short-lived species always feel urgent and urgent. I can’t fully understand her feelings, but in the end, the heart of caring for people is the same regardless of race, so it’s not like I can’t sympathize with her at all.

“I’ll act on my own, but it won’t be long before Mr. Weedra finishes his preparations, so be careful.”

“Isn’t it Eldmia who clearly distinguishes between public and private life? I’ll be careful, so don’t worry too much.”

Right now, there is a splendid career as an excellent attendant of the Margrave of Levien, the excellent butler of the Ogatorv family, but how is there such a lack of trust?

“…hmm.”

Looking back, it was all karma.

I didn’t lie in the slightest when I said that I made a clear distinction between public and private, but it wasn’t synonymous with saying it didn’t cause trouble. After assuring Asilie that I would use this opportunity to focus on studying for the time being, I took a seat by the warm stove with numerous documents to look over the information on the Holy Light Cross that I had been hoarding since I had no time to look at it.

Despite the fact that reports and information that could be disclosed were culled over and over again, the documents were never written down. Wouldn’t it be possible to stay warm for a day or two even if only those were burned as firewood?

“Well, 7 years isn’t even the name of the dog.”

I couldn’t even read it properly after stacking it up like this. Recognizing that I have been busy with my independence recently, I began to check the records of the past step by step.

The contents of the document are not particularly confidential, but they are information that is generally difficult or unobtainable. Among the piles of documents made up of records of engagements of the Holy Light Cross, records of external activities, reports on the investigation of the demon army, etc., the most conspicuous thing was the reports of small battles with demons that the Holy Knights and Crusaders of the Holy Light Cross continued to rescue civilians.

– Engagement between self-proclaimed self-sufficient adventurers and the Demon King’s scouting unit. Ended up with minor damage thanks to quick rejoining.

-Check the corpse of an enemy adventurer. No sign of co-workers. It is expected that he faced the Demon King’s Army during his solo scouting activities. Found a corpse of the demon king nearby.

– The red jackdaw mercenary group raided the village occupied by the demon army and dealt effective damage. The damage is minor…

The demon army returns to the logic of power.

It is not a simple logic such as simple ignorance that the one who wins is the leader after making a makgora among themselves, but it means that combat ability is highly valued and regarded as important. Oh, it is said that there are cases where a makgora is worn and a captain’s job is eaten. Anyway, since it’s such a place, joining the ‘military’ to the demons means voluntarily crawling into the bottom of the pyramid of violence, and it also means that you are confident in your own skills. There may be cases where people have no choice but to choose to eat and live, but it is said that the average perception is like that.

Of course, even a single soldier who has just joined the army is stronger than a human. As the expression suggests, the paper is different.

Needless to say, those who have gained experience from the last 7 years of war. It’s ‘normal’ for an ordinary class to not be hurt even if they are prepared to die… The report of the Holy Light Cross contains a lot of completely different contents.

– A blue-level adventurer party hired as a messenger discovered the Demon King’s Army spy unit. repulse. Delivering additional money by providing useful information.

-The clinic was able to be defended at the expense of an enemy adventurer hired for relief work. Killing three of the Demon King’s Byeoldong Corps who tried to attack during a night raid…

Even in the latest document, there are not many cases of making achievements against the Demon King’s army among the Qing level. As I looked through the cases that were not easily seen in the reports written at the beginning of the war, I was gradually convinced.

“…getting stronger.”

It may not change overnight, but both humans and demons who continue to fight on the frontlines are becoming stronger for some reason. It is a strength that is far from the level that can be said to be simply accustomed to war and battle.

No matter how much humanity endures through the offensive of quantity, people do not grow like bamboo, and if an astronomical number of strongmen die in 7 years, there is no way the country will return intact. Right now, even in the second world war on Earth, it took about 6 years and suffered indescribable damage.

However, humans here are still alive and well. People who are far from the battlefield feel the impact and live normal enough to go on with their lives. Of course, the shortage of talented people is desperately felt, but the fact that it has been maintained up to this point without forced recruitment and without national propaganda to appeal to patriotism for additional recruitment is proof that many of those who went to the front did not die and survived and played their role.

Thanks to that, a question that I had been trying to live without paying attention to myself raised my head for the first time in a while.

Demon King and Warrior. history repeats itself. The ending is like a legend or a play script that says that the war will end and the demons will retreat just by the hero defeating the demon king.

“What on earth were you thinking that made the world like this…?”

Thanks for coming from a completely different world. There, I read fictional novels called fantasy and saw similar clichés. A question that has always been with me for about ten years because I was in a position to live in the world in the novel.

At the same time, it was also a question that only came back with an answer of ‘It’s just like that’ to the question ‘Why?’.

[master! I’m hungry!]

Laika, who was panting on my lap, woke me up from my moment of contemplation. Because it embodies the past appearance of a shepherd dog as it is, I automatically laugh when I see the tail wagging of the short guy.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t take care of it after I made it work this time.”

As I stroked the guy’s chin and poured magic power into it, the corners of Laika’s mouth went up in satisfaction. The guy’s reaction and the warmth of the fireplace. And as I listened to each and every noise Asilier made while preparing the meal, a question that had not been easily sorted out until now was about to come to an end.

Like a medium-sized dog, I rolled up my big body and started to sit on my lap. After petting Laika several times, I threw the document I was holding into the fireplace.

In the first place, I promised to destroy it after reading it all, so there was no problem. There’s no reason to keep it because it’s not like tax savings or content that needs to be repeated over and over again. Documents that have finished comprehending the content or used to clear my doubts disappear one after another into the flames of the fireplace. Together with him, he also burned away the doubts he had been harboring until now and reassured himself.

It doesn’t matter if the self-proclaimed god rolls the dice for the purpose of a fleeting game, or if he has a noble intention to maintain the world, or if it’s just a world that should be run like this.

Since I have already died and been reborn once, I am a resident of this world after all. It’s not like you’re born as a god and you have to rip and fix all of this, you just have to be faithful to the life you’ve been given.

I have no intention of wasting my second life agonizing over why the gods made the world this way. That hero, Siegfried, will take care of that.

“Protect me, protect my surroundings.”

So far, that’s enough.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve solved a problem I’ve been harboring for a long time, but the flame in the fireplace felt more cozy today.