Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 359

Isn’t there such a development when you read novels or animations?

A development that shows how the main character, who was an ordinary modern man, enjoys fighting or overpowering enemies drunk with madness as if he had a second grade disease.

I don’t know if the suppressed violence explodes as I move to another world and becomes violent like the characters in the game… Personally, whenever I see something like that, I just roll my eyes and casually commit mass slaughter against enemies and get hurt while fighting strong enemies. I couldn’t get rid of the thought that I might be a psychopath just by being able to enjoy things.

And that thought still remains. Somehow, in this world, I have lived by killing more people than monsters, but killing people is still an unpleasant experience, and even though I literally died once and came back to life, the fear of death and wounds still persists.

Even so, the reason why I take up my sword is because this is such a world. He trains himself because he doesn’t want to die, studies to avoid social burial, and sets strict standards to avoid becoming a reckless killer.

But what was happening now was no different from a senseless massacre.

No matter how indifferent you try, you have no choice but to know. That the man whose hand was cut off by my axe was nothing but a wrong choice, swayed by a momentary blow. Even in modern society where resolution through violence is met with the withdrawal of the law, it is common to do things ‘out of anger’.

With appeals to patriotism, appeals to camaraderie, and appeals to a sense of duty, they give great meaning to their actions and do not hesitate to die.

The problem arises when that commitment is halfway there.

As soon as their arms are cut off and their entrails shed without being able to die in one blow, they return to ordinary petit bourgeois. Even if there is a potion and a priest’s recovery, it is too far away for them and there is no guarantee that they will be cured, so despair over such wounds is the same here and in modern times.

And those who find themselves in such a situation fall into a panic. Like a soldier whose arms were just cut off by me.

I thought I wouldn’t die I thought I wouldn’t get hurt Realizing that if you really wanted to know what it meant to speak with your eyes, you had to look into the eyes of a man whose arm had been cut off with the momentum to split the world in half, he swung his axe and slapped his neck. Seeing a face mixed with regret and despair soar into the sky and fall among the soldiers was nothing new.

How many people will run after knowing that such complacency will strangle them? At least not one of the soldiers hesitated after Pantana died in one blow.

I can’t stop either In that case, I will be the one to die. All I can do to put out the fire that Pantana has lit in their heads is to press down overwhelmingly.

So don’t use needles. Because there are more people who die without knowing than there are people who die knowing.

That’s why he wields an axe. For the ignorant, violence is not a sophisticated technique, but mass.

Throwing a person as if swinging a firewood half hung on an axe, I looked around and saw that the soldiers who had been gathering like waves all retreated back. Although they were already demoralized by Pantana’s death, it was clear that they were swept away by the atmosphere and only launched an attack.

This time I did not warn him to lay down his weapon. Instead, I turned my gaze away from the soldiers, more than twice the reach of my axe, and looked at Count McKellen.

I have already warned them several times. It was them who decided to ignore it, so now it had to be them themselves or someone above their heads to stop them. Earl McKellen, who met my eyes, scanned the soldiers with a cool gaze, checked the atmosphere, took a deep breath, and shouted.

“Enough! This ideal is just dog death!”

The fact that the soldiers could not voluntarily lay down their weapons even when they were in a situation where they might lose their lives was also due to their futile pride.

If someone next to you starts to throw away your weapon first, you and I will throw away our weapons and run away, but even the coward next door is holding a weapon and I can’t put down our weapon.

This is also a tragedy that happened because they are neighbors who have lived face to face within the same territory. Count McKellen knew that fact, so he kept his mouth shut until the confrontation, and now he spoke out.

In addition, through the expression ‘more than this’, he showed meticulousness in implicitly planting the perception that those who have already died were not dog deaths, but those who are alive are meaningless deaths from now on.

“Everyone throw down your weapons and retreat! Do you want to leave behind the stigma of being the McKellen estate that was annihilated even after cowardly attacking the back!”

It was unknown whether the name of the fight on the territory would still remain in the minds of the soldiers, but Earl McKellen ordered them like a commander, not in the name of the lord. I didn’t know how much such fine word choice worked for them either, but the word ‘stigma’ loosened their grip.

Maybe it’s because the word annihilation no longer felt unrealistic. 1/3 of the gathered soldiers and one knight were killed in a skirmish that lasted only a few minutes, but I didn’t even have a minor wound.

It was a natural result for me to deal with Pantana and start the fight, but it must have been a shocking result to them.

“This is… nonsense…”

Only one muttered word, as if someone’s throat had been squeezed, hovered around the square.

Either that or not, it seemed that there were no people who seemed to have business with me, so I swung an ax and headed towards Count McKellen. The soldiers, who had already perfectly rationalized themselves under the pretext of obeying the Count’s orders, were terrified with just that light gesture and retreated.

This aftermath of Pantana’s self-assertion will surely leave a great damage to the territory. When I thought about it that way, I felt that this situation wasn’t so bad. I pointed my chin at the old knight on the castle wall and asked Count McKellen.

“Who is the knight on that wall?”

“He doesn’t fight.”

Earl McKellen drew his sword in a neat manner, but the posture he showed was not a swordsmanship trained in actual combat, but a sparring swordsmanship that nobles learn as part of their education.

The sparring swordsmanship, which was created somewhere on the borders of the empire and refined several times, where attack and defense are set as rules, is nothing more than a sport that has gained sensational popularity among the nobility and has spread not only across the empire but also across the continent.

If I had to compare it, should I say chess with my body? Because of its unique gripping method, it is not a joke, it can blow the sword and cut its throat even if it is swung only with force without magical power. Perhaps Count McKellen himself would know better.

Still, he stepped forward. It didn’t seem that the action was based on regret for the mistake he had committed, but he had to respect that decision very little.

“…If I can use magic, I can wait.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t have the skills.”

Earl McKellen gave a short reply and a slight nod of his head indicating that he was ready, and I suppressed a sigh as I put down the ax and fixed my sword.

“Haap!”

As if he really couldn’t use his aura at all, his movements running toward me were mediocre.

He placed his left hand on his waist, stepped forward with his right foot, and at the same time swung a black sword, aiming for the shoulder, not the neck, as it flew. Actually, it was an attack that didn’t even need to be blocked, but I deliberately raised my sword to block it. Then, even though there was no counterattack, Count McKellen’s sword turned back and took a defensive posture at the top.

He really has no skill in swordsmanship. Just do what you are accustomed to.

He himself knew that his next move could lead to his death, but nevertheless, he continued with a serious face without any hesitation. There is not even an attempt to target my gap.

if. Seriously, if he was a third-class villain with such a high spirits, he would have split him in half. However, I was clearly aware that it was the last dance to end my life, so I decided to accept his sword up to five times.

The least consideration shown to the enemy? No way.

Rather, it was more of respect for those who did not run away from their death.

The moment he still calmly attempted the sixth attack, his sword was inserted into my blade and cross guard and lightly bounced upwards.

“ah!”

Did Earl McKellen appear to be fighting well? Sighs flowed from all sides, but the expression on the face of the person concerned was perfectly calm.

He met his end, calmly gazing at me until the moment my sword swung horizontally at his throat.

“father!!”

Count McKellen’s head fell with a long scream that echoed from the top of the castle wall.

I glanced around to avoid the blood surging from his body as he fell helplessly to the floor and looked at the observer.

“The troops of the estate have given up the battle, and Earl McKellen is dead. As an observer on behalf of the royal family, I believe that the McKellen family has shed enough blood. Eldmia Ega, what do you think? ”

Originally, I was going to finish it with the death of the count and finish it as neatly as possible, so my answer was already decided.

“I only want honor back, I don’t want a massacre. But…” A

bereaved child might think otherwise. I turned my gaze to the inner side and looked at McKellen’s son, who was standing next to the old knight and weeping, and continued.

“If they disobey, there’s nothing they can’t do.”

All eyes turned to the castle walls.

It wasn’t hard to see McKellen’s son’s penetrating stare at me. He was conflicted and conflicted again.

However, when the old knight put his hand on his shoulder, he closed his eyes tightly and answered with difficulty after being silent for a long time.

“Meg…Kelin… The estate… surrender… I will declare it.”

It wasn’t a very loud voice, but it came through so well in the thick silence.