Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 457

Looking at the dark ceiling of the ruins, Deoni Veere took a deep breath.

The scent of blood that filled the ruins invaded her sense of smell, aiming for that moment, but Deoni didn’t care at all. Before she was a saint, she was a heretic judge, and she was familiar with blood as someone who used to take up arms against the church’s enemies. Even so, I let out a sigh because I was mentally tired.

Watching the torture process of the Heretic Judges behind the scenes was not even part of the difficult axis. What weighed on her was the testimony of the great apostasy that came out of it.

A lot of time passed, and after the pain, despair, blood, and screams flowed in proportion, the torture was over, but the shock did not go away easily.

As the Heretic Judge, who had finished the last torture, washed his hands and approached with his back to the results of the collaboration of the Heretic Judges, Deoni, at least at that moment, looked away from the burden that gripped his chest for a moment and focused on their ‘result’ first. I had no choice but to

I couldn’t help but think that even in the midst of the proper tools, I made a person into ‘what was a person’. The end of the torture that continued in the precarious boundary where only breathing can be held with minimal use of sex laws is terrible.

The heretic judges who did not show any malice while doing this were great, and the wizards who tried hard not to leak information while enduring all the torture somehow were also great.

If the direction of his faith had not gone wrong, he would have been a good believer. Although it was already late.

The last Heresy Judge, who had come in and settled among the Heretic Judges who were by Deoni’s side, took a sip of the water his colleague handed over, took a sip, and calmly spoke his opinion.

“It is believed that there are no lies in what was learned through torture.”

It was a torture that took place over six times.

After the 3rd torture, even though the testimony became clear enough that doubting its credibility was meaningless, continuing the torture was nothing more than insurance to prepare for the odds.

It wasn’t always like this, but the story that came out of the wizard’s mouth was so shocking that no one considered it excessive. The other heresy judges nodded as if they agreed with what he said, and Deoni nodded slightly, chewing on the details she had learned through torture once again, and let go of her luck.

“It is believed that there is a possibility that the entire leadership of the Demon King’s army fell into apostasy. What do the brothers think?”
“The Demon King’s Special Operations Department’s paranoid actions to maintain confidentiality have already reached the point of notoriety beyond rumors. Rather than considering the entire leadership as an enemy, we cannot ignore the possibility that it is just the work of the Special Operations Department.”
“Hasn’t weaponization and mass production already been done for that? I wonder if this can be regarded as the sole discretion of the Special Operations Division.”
“It is a known fact that the Special Operations Department has very high authority. If it is not a rumor that more than 80% of the secret operations conducted abroad are carried out by the Special Operations Department, then the influence they have within the Demon King’s Army is greater than we expected. It might be huge.”

It was a serious matter that was difficult to open, but none of the heresy judges hesitated. That consistent appearance came as a comfort to Deoni, but that didn’t diminish the seriousness of the situation.

Now, all that was left was to filter out the plain truth and speculation as much as possible and deliver it to the hero Eldmia, but considering the long-cherished wish of the hero Eldmia, this part came to be a bigger challenge than expected.

“The head of the special operations department, the blacksmith, ???, must be unconditionally involved.”

In order to achieve a long-cherished wish that has been cherished since the young age of only 8 years old, groups and groups that are in charge of a large axis in the demon king’s army are responsible for the killing of those who damage the army, make a name for themselves on the continent, and take revenge on those who touch them. It is an established fact that the head of the .

That alone would greatly shake the demon king’s army, but what if other high-ranking nobles or powerful people were involved? Even in a long war, it was clear that talented people who did not die easily would die one after another.

Since the opponent was a hero, no one doubted it in this place. The problem was that it wasn’t just them who were dying, it was innocent people who were just taking up arms to do their duty.

The church did not sympathize with the war and only wanted to expel the apostates, not wishing for a future in which ignorant believers and innocent people would be slaughtered indiscriminately in front of the wrath of the human race, who had grown bloated by the arrogance of the apostates.

If this happened, the Demon King’s army would fly away in a mass, this war would be recorded as an unprecedented crushing defeat in history and could lead to a massacre. Even if the hero’s intention wasn’t like that, it was clear that the Humans’ thoughts would be different.

“What about the other high-ranking nobles and the demon king?”

So, before talking to the hero, he had to be careful and cautious.

Normally, there would have been a belief that the hero who had been foretold by the goddess would not turn his back on the demons, but this time the apostates tried it so seriously that even thinking about such an easy thought would feel like disrespect, so I didn’t dare to do that.

Priest Mender, who had been silent and organizing his thoughts until now, quietly raised his hand to Deoni’s last question and opened his mouth after gaining the right to speak.

“This generation’s demon lord is exceptional in many ways. Although his one-of-a-kind military power is also amazing, what is truly praised is his sharp prediction and the intelligence that supports it, to the extent that it is said that he has an eye for the future.”

Within the Demon King’s Army, the Demon King, already highly regarded as a hero or the second coming of Epaga, was famous for often giving incomprehensible instructions and obtaining results.

I heard that it was also thanks to this that the Demon King’s army was able to hold a slight advantage and solidify the frontline despite the resistance of Ithiel that far exceeded expectations, so everyone’s expressions as they understood the meaning of Priest Mender’s words It got even more serious.

It was said that there was no possibility that the demon king was not aware of this matter and was standing by.

“Looking at the case… this may be the intended outcome after all.”

It didn’t just mean that the demon king was aware of the apostasy, but Deoni stood up as he gave an answer that penetrated all the troubles they had been doing up until now.

It is a Buddhist scripture full of intentions to blaspheme and invade the holy area. From the point of view of serving the entire demon tribe, it might have been better if the hero of the demon god led to the death of the demon king.

“Clean up the surroundings and finish preparing to leave immediately according to the situation. I will tell the warrior and come back.”

Taking steps as heavy as her own decision, Deoni left the altar full of bloody smell behind and headed to Eldmia’s cabin as she had told her beforehand.

Originally, it was quite far away, but today it was a forest road that felt particularly far. Even though it was not something she had done, and even though she had nothing to do with it, Deoni couldn’t hide her mixed feelings as she reflected on the information she learned.

Eldmia was the karma created by the demon lord army of this generation.

When he said that his village had been erased, he assumed it was simply to get rid of witnesses or to interfere with the pursuit. However, according to what I heard from the wizard, killing all the villagers was a planned crime because I expected the demon’s actions.

The Demon King’s Army knew that the Demon God would foretell the hero, and that it would also grant power to the Humans.

It was hard to understand how such an idea was possible, but because of that, the entire village adjacent to the temple was wiped out, and even the slave trade unions passing by were swept away.

What is incomprehensible is that even the Slave Corps, which must have happened to be there, was their target. Unlike the village where they had to kill everyone, they said they rescued a demon who was being sold as a slave there.

Despite the intensive interrogation against the story that felt so far-fetched, the wizard did not even know how it was possible.

Unless you see the future, how is that possible…

“…the future?”

A strong doubt almost stopped my steps, but I managed to hold it in.

No one has seen it in person, but the rumor about the future plan of the demon king is so famous in the demon tribe that it is nothing new. Until now, I thought it was just a nickname that came from being exceptionally clever and reading the map of the battlefield, but when I compared the situation with the testimony of the wizard, it felt completely different.

However, Deoni soon shook her head and denied her hypothesis. If that were the case, the war would have been over. It is more realistic to say that there was an information network that was certain enough to be considered to see the future.

I found myself in a cabin, even if it was just for a moment, as I was self-deprecating and self-deprecating.

The flying dragon, noticing Deoni’s movements, raises its head and looks at it from the house, which is more grand than the cabin, and then buries its head in the wings again as if it doesn’t matter. The intermittent chatter heard along with the smoke rising from the chimney seemed like that of an ordinary family.

If the Demon King’s army hadn’t aimed for the artifact, the warrior would have been enjoying that ordinary life with his family instead of flying dragons.

“…Whoa.”

Deoni approached the door, feeling her stomach aching at the sinful karma of her people, and took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Whatever the outcome of the conversation that followed, the saintess must follow the hero.

no, i will follow