Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 525

As soon as they finished the cool deal with Redel, the beastmen moved quickly and disassembled Iranorev’s corpse in an instant.

It took less than half a day for the spot where the body had been placed to be emptied neatly, and the barrels piled high like a giant barrier to take their place. For some reason, they placed the head of Iranorev, which had been drained of blood as cleanly as possible, in front of me, and they brought in large carts and proceeded to the deboning work without any hindrance.

The sun rises in mid-heaven as they watch, sticking out their tongues in perfect order, just like an ant carrying food to its nest. It was a phenomenal pace of work.

The prisoners, who had finished cleaning up the surroundings, filled the place where Iranorev had been with large barrels. Redel, who was watching with satisfaction as the barrels were being built, jumped up on top of the barrel pyramid as soon as it was completed, catching everyone’s attention and exclaiming loudly.

“Today is a day enough for the Eight Footprints to gather together and share the joy! I am grateful to be standing here as a representative of the other Warchiefs just because I met the Dragon Slayer first!”

As the loud voice resounded through the meadow, even louder cheers erupted from all directions.

Not only the silk beasts, but also our people, who had been hanging out with them for nearly six days and found some peace, shouted in unison.

“That’s why I left the head.”

It was absurd to do this out of the blue without any rehearsal, but at the same time it was fun, so without saying anything, I put Iranorev’s head roughly on my shoulder and followed Redel up the barrel pyramid.

To be honest, I was confident that I wouldn’t dwell on people’s gazes in my life, but seeing thousands of gazes filled with awe and envy was so different from what I had imagined that I felt a little cringe and didn’t think about anything.

It was fortunate that I did not have to lead the festival by taking the lead. Redel, who even confirmed that I was standing next to him, scanned the surroundings, which had become quiet in an instant, without anyone telling him, and raised his arms and shouted.

“In this place today! We will remember and sing the wind king Iranorev and the dragon slayer Eldmia Ega!”

I also raised Iranorev’s head above my head on my own, even though no one told me to.

Then, as if it were natural, a much louder cheer spread than before. The celebration that started like that took place in an unexpected way.

As the horn sounded everywhere, Redel immediately picked up a keg, split the lid with his fist, and threw it at another prisoner below. The opening signal was that some of the prisoners, who seemed to be greatly impressed by the gentlemanly behavior of not paying attention to the slightest flow of alcohol, simultaneously broke kegs located here and there with their fists and shared drinks.

If someone I don’t know sees it, it’s to the point of doubting whether it started impulsively. The celebration, where you start eating and drinking right away without any grandiose speeches or events, was a very fresh shock to me, so I was dumbfounded with Iranorev’s head held up, and Redel, who split a new barrel and drank the whole bottle, patted my back with a powerful hand. knocked and said

“Feel free to eat and drink. Except for occasional greetings, no one will disturb you.”

I thought I would have to force myself to greet even the warchiefs who had given me this much support, but as soon as I understood why I was getting lost, Redel smiled once. As it is a place to celebrate the birth, they say that they only enjoy the festival as a prisoner by wearing ordinary clothes.

Of course, it wasn’t that they didn’t have a place to say hello at all, but that was only after they got a bit drunk. Surprisingly, this is said to be a long-standing tradition and wisdom of prisoners to prevent serious conversations with a sober mind.

Hearing that, Redel, who was originally wearing a cloak with a rich mane, was wearing ordinary clothes today, so that he was indistinguishable from other beastmen. Even after watching them avoid the seat with the words that they would come back later when the atmosphere was ripe, I understood that this was a ‘normal’ festival for prisoners.

Still, I looked around to see if I was intolerant, and luckily, most of the people who weren’t prisoners had the same reaction as me and were eating. At least Emmet is the one who reacts naturally to this situation and gets along well?

Seeing that even the saintess couldn’t hide her awkward expression, she smiled and came down the barrel pyramid again. A familiar beastman approached me with a glass in both hands and started talking to me.

“It’s a pity that I couldn’t see it in person to catch the wind king while I was away for a while.”

Even though I hadn’t seen them in a really long time, I accepted the horn wine glass handed to them by a friendly face as if we had been away for a day or two and scolded them.

“It’s hard to see your face.”
“Please understand, I never knew when a guest would arrive. I couldn’t stay here for free.”

At this, Carl Kansi, a jovial wolf-beast, only smiled sarcastically, wearing leather armor that was a bit tougher than the last time I saw him. It was still nice to see that figure, but it was not an easily convincing answer.

Because the money I gave him was never small. It was an amount that could never happen unless I went somewhere and went on a spree and had to work because I was worried about the cost of lodging.

“Didn’t you give them money? Did you even use it up to buy that armor?”
“Hahaha. You should save money when you can. Isn’t it a waste to waste money while waiting for customers anyway when there’s nothing to do here?”

Well, it was a more thrifty reason than I thought. There was no room for rebuttal, so I nodded and drank my glass, and a lively toast ensued.

Returning to my seat, I put down Iranorev’s head and listened to Carl Kansi’s explanation. It was said that the past few weeks had not been just a job, but a process of organizing one’s own personal affairs.

“Until now, I’ve been working with safety in mind as much as possible, so there was no problem, but if the name and color are assisting next to the hero, everything won’t go so smoothly.”

For a person who does not hesitate to do shady work like bodyguards for outlaws, he was a Carl Kansi who managed assets fairly conscientiously, so it seems that he had a lot to dispose of and organize. Still, I believed in my own sincerity and cleverness, so I quickly organized it, but Carl Kansi, who was unable to participate in the dragon slayer party due to a few days’ gap, tilted his glass over and over as if it was unfair to the world.

What followed was, in the end, the story of what we went through while Carl Kansi was gone. An ogre trading with the demon king’s army, an attack in the county of Birre. Emmett’s joining, etc.

When the story was finished to some extent, Carl Kansi began to regret not only that he had not joined the dragon slayer party, but also that he had come to negotiate with the beastmen himself.

“Really, it wouldn’t have been a spectacle that could be seen anywhere, but it’s a pity. So, what are you planning to do with the by-products of the dragon you got this time?”
“I just woke up. I’m still thinking about it.”

Of course, there are many things you can do. You’ll have to find an artisan who can process it, but from toe to neck, there’s plenty of room for dragon skin and scales in the form of new or reinforced.

The problem is that I have more supplies on hand than I can do that. Of course, you can use it moderately and sell the rest, but… For money alone, the rarity of being a by-product of dragons is a hindrance.

Money can be earned in any form, so I want to put it to good use for things that can only be solved with dragon byproducts.

“Until now, I couldn’t imagine that I would get dragon by-products on this scale, so I can’t feel it. It will take a year to process and pass on to Etisel anyway, so I’m going to think about it until then.”

As I sipped from a keg next to me and chatted with Carl Kansi, I glanced around and saw people who were excited about the world. Time doesn’t seem to have passed, but maybe it’s because I started drinking right away, and drunken people have already appeared from all over the place.

Still, it was fortunate that there was no ugliness, perhaps because everyone came this far with only sincerity.

“…In the worst case, we might end up paying the royal family for the cost of settling them in Isthel.”
“That’s the worst.”

It was Carl Kansi who laughed openly, but even so, the criticism of why he was doing such a loss did not continue. He just hit a full glass and added a word as if he was having fun.

“But he’s a warrior.”

It was a very generous evaluation, so I didn’t bother to say that I was also praying that the worst situation of dedicating dragon by-products to the royal family would not happen.

Even if it is me, it hurts my stomach to go through such hardships and not be able to use it properly and end up in someone else’s hands.