Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 358

When the sound of a horn suddenly resonated from the inner quarters, the knight who identified himself as Pantana and the soldiers behind him turned their gazes to the inner castle with a surprised look on their faces.

Normally, I would have cut my throat because I thought it was an opportunity, but their expressions were at the level of losing their country, so I stopped moving without realizing it. It was at a level that a person unfamiliar with it could assume that the count had died of sudden old age.

“why?!”

I didn’t know the intention behind Pantana’s expression, which was filled with resentment as if she had lost her country and even her parents, but I could understand what it meant when the sword of the guy who was holding the center of gravity went down.

Retreat or stop attacking. I still couldn’t stop the guys running from afar, but the guys in front of me definitely laid down their weapons.

“Stop attacking everyone! The lord goes out himself!”

When I turned my head toward the introspection at the voice and contents that naturally attracted attention, Hana, a young man who looked like an aristocrat, and an old knight came into my field of vision.

The aristocratic male side did not have any particular eye-catching elements, but the old knight was different. The appearance of him wearing heavy armor and being so large that he could not be beaten even if he was next to Radnell Vandes created a great sense of intimidation. Judging by the wrinkles on his face and his white hair, he seems to be of his own age, but looking at his body and posture, he looks more robust than the aristocrat next to him.

Are all the elders in this world who ate kabobs like that? It’s almost to the point where I wonder if there’s a secret to all of them being clumsy.

The drawbridge slowly began to come down while I was looking at the face of the young man who looked like a lord, with the impression that if I had gone on like this, I would have crossed swords with that old man at the end.

Eh? Open the drawbridge while the lord is still on top?

As I was looking at it with the intention that if I shouted to come in, a middle-aged aristocrat accompanied by a royal observer who had briefly encountered some soldiers on the other side of the drawbridge appeared.

I knew it as soon as I saw it. Not that green friend up there, but that human being is the lord.

The atmosphere that simply left the surrounding situation was different. Apart from the emotions expressed on the outside, at least the eyes move quickly and habitually to explore and figure out what kind of person the other person is.

It was the same as the passive skill of aristocrats like Duke Lesrom, but the difference was that the author had no hesitation in spreading such gaze in front of others. In fact, regardless of his ability, it was a figure that could be seen because he was a person who had spent most of his life ruling over others.

I’m a human being who can’t stand on top of others, but if I lived with that kind of gaze, I would have died right away.

“Bae, Count! We can still fight!”

Having been fighting hard against me just a moment ago, Pantana turned to Count McKellen like someone who was certain he would never be stabbed in the back. But until the moment the drawbridge came down, Earl McKellen didn’t say anything. Just come down and step on the fixed legs and walk.

Realizing a little belatedly that it was to avoid ‘dignified behavior’ that raises the voice without a spokesperson, I felt like I knew what this person was thinking.

“Further fighting will only result in the shedding of innocent blood. I will deal with it myself.”

“It’s not possible!”

The confrontation between Pantana and Earl McKellen, who shouted while taking off their helmets, was a scene of dramatic hypocrisy, but apart from the circumstances of those guys, in my head, one thousand and one Eldmia were gathering and holding a great conference.

guy’s purpose. All sorts of fragmentary words such as minimizing damage, dumping, gaining and losing understanding, pass through my head. At the same time, outlines began to emerge as to why the strongest-looking elder remained at the top and who the aristocrat next to him was.

And even at this point, I was sick of that sociopath with the insane judgmental powers of cold-hearted decisions.

I live here and ‘for my family.’ I’ve seen people shouting ‘, but it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a guy who really sticks out his neck for his family even though he’s not a full-ring. Even in the middle of it, he tried to maintain his composure and dignity, so he could be called a real nobleman.

For the benefit of the family and the territory, it is a typical nobleman of this world who does not distinguish between illegal and legal, and continues to fight in numbers.

“I won’t accept disagreements. Let everyone back down.”

The soldiers flinched at the sight of Earl McKellen, whose voice was steadfast and determination flowed from his hard face. While talking with him, Pantana’s angular face, which had taken off his helmet, became more angular as he gritted his teeth, while the outer guards who had been running in a hurry began to surround the surroundings.

The count looked at them and didn’t think about anything else, just repeating the same order. If it had been a bunch of idiots, it would have been a situation where they would have thought they were surrounded and went to the goal after thinking differently. It was clear he had already predicted the outcome. Even if they catch and kill me, the damage the family will have to bear in the future is enormous.

Great in many ways, though.

Let’s see if everyone in this seat can respect that rational judgment.

“…No. I cannot comply.”

Unfortunately, unlike him, who is an aristocrat, most of them are less educated or unlearned people.

Even Pantana, who’s disobeying right there with her eyes wide open, is a knight, but she chews up the count’s words. As if this reaction was unexpected, Count McKellen’s stiff face slightly cracked.

“Are you abandoning your duty now, Lord Pantana?”

“Rather, I will do my duty, Lord. This duel is against the McKellen ‘territory’. This is not only the Lord and the count’s family, but all the people of the McKellen estate?”

It was a perfect song. Of course, since Count McKellen was the only one who committed the crime, there is no reason to fight to the extent of showing loyalty. Earl McKellen looked at Pantana with a rather perplexed expression, probably having the same thoughts as me.

I wasn’t that embarrassed. Actually, the reason why that friend reacted like that was because his pride was scratched by me rather than his loyalty to the Count. Rather, it was leisurely enough to pull out the ax embedded in Pantana’s thick tower shield with force and put it back on his shoulder in preparation for future events.

The black did not tuck in. Because I had to deal with Pantana with this.

“Rather than living the rest of my life as a human being who failed to do my duty properly because I was swayed by just one person, I will die right here with my will fulfilled.”

It’s a pity for Count McKellen, but not just Pantana, but most of the soldiers here now.

Except for very few cases, people of this era are usually born in a territory and end their lives there. However, they do not live an impoverished life going back and forth from house to company like in modern society, and live together with neighbors in the manor, even though they may not be able to live like kings or enjoy life in abundance.

Inevitably, there is a sense of belonging. The same goes for the sense of duty that arises there.

“I have no doubt that they also have the same intentions as mine.”

One of them put out a dog harpoon and crawled into the castle. When I first encountered it, I was afraid because even the knight was knocked out in an instant, but looking back with a slightly heated head in a situation where more than 100 people were gathered like this, it reminded me of something else.

‘Fuck? Are you angry? That bastard is also a human, isn’t this enough?’ Called.

It’s not intentional, but it’s also a problem that I’ve had very few people die on my way here. It’s only those with skills who notice that they don’t kill on purpose. To those with no skills, they can’t tell the difference between what they didn’t kill and what they didn’t kill.

Well, I believe in the lord’s declaration, so I’m standing still, but now it can be said that it’s cowardly to hit the back like this.

They are trying to ignore the title of an idiot who couldn’t even protect a lord from a single enemy rather than the title of coward, so they try to ignore it. It’s more like keeping your mouth shut thinking there’s room to dismiss it as a happening.

Unlike Count McKellen, who was very flustered, unlike his initial firm appearance, the observer still stuck to his silence, and Pantana and other soldiers’ enemy eyes poured on me.

The conclusion that Count McKellen drew was likely to have come at the end of rational thinking, but not everyone in the world can look at events and profits and losses in the same way. It was a reaction that could have been enough, so there was nothing surprising.

Then why am I still? After all, my purpose was the same.

Fucking Earl McKellen, who was targeting me.

It didn’t matter whether it was the right size taffy that ended with Count McKellen’s throat being cut off or the gloomy future of the estate as he worried, it didn’t matter. If their lives were in danger, they would have somehow rolled their brains to find a way to live… but

they are not a threat.

“It’s a pity, Count McKellen.”

do you have any stars? Originally, the world’s work doesn’t roll as you think.

Just like McKellen tried to gain prestige and pride by killing me in the first place, these people are just like that.

Knowing that, that was all I had to say to Earl McKellen. Despite the fact that Pantana, who had finished her assertion, committed an extreme tragedy, the soldiers who surrounded me took the signal to rush at me calmly burning with a burning will, and attacked me with their spears fixed.

I decided not to blow the needle. It seemed to them that the fear of being dismembered by an ax would have a more definite effect than the fear of being shot and killed.

“As long as you have a weapon, you must be prepared for death.”

He reminded me one last time of what I had warned from the beginning, but the enemies didn’t know how to stop.

Leaving behind the great regret of the fact that the opportunity to simply end with minimal deaths was gone, I announced the start of the fight by slashing Pantana’s throat with the sword enchanted with magic.