Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 613

The life of a mercenary who has lived on the battlefield for the rest of his life has given him quite a lot of things, but among them, there are only three things that he really senses.

One is the ability to detect danger with great accuracy, the other is an aura, and the last one is a head that has sped up because it has been in and out so often at the crossroads of life and death.

And those three abilities didn’t betray Growe’s trust this time either.

“I’m just a mercenary, so I don’t know anything about the baron’s whereabouts, knight.”

The flying dragon knight tilted his head at the reflexive answer. It was an incomprehensible reaction at the moment, but Growe, who was about to breathe a sigh of relief after feeling that the hostility poured out on him had greatly diminished, soon became chilly again when he saw the flying dragon knight’s gaze bouncing here and there.

“A ‘one mercenary’ is stronger than two servants dressed as knights?”

I don’t know how he noticed it, but what was contained in the eyes of the flying dragon knight, who alternately looked at the tent, the position of the servant, and himself, was a subtle distrust. The servant, who was furious at his words, naturally became furious and tried to run forward, but it was faster for the baron to appear as the entrance to the tent opened.

“Why so much fuss… what kind of mess is that?”

The baron, who showed up in only pants and boots, was not only strong but also the owner of massive muscles and an aura user stronger than himself, but Growy still felt a greater sense of intimidation from the flying dragon knight than the baron.

“You’re sick of it. Is it a flying dragon knight again? Yes, what did you come here for again this time?”

The baron, leaning against the pole of the tent with a crooked posture and looking at the flying dragon knight, showed no anxiety or guilt. Judging from the reaction alone, I wonder if anyone would consider him as someone who had nothing to do with the demon abduction case.

But there is a big problem with that confidence. He scratched his head as if everything was a nuisance, but it was because the object he was using was a devil’s horn. Growe, who was watching the flying dragon knight while slipping to the side, did not miss his gaze on the severed horn in the baron’s hand.

“Baron Tahed Die Raunet. Is that right?”

Even though it was obvious to anyone that he was a baron, the flying dragon knight did not raise his words. At the rudeness that even a knight could not tolerate, the baron’s forehead twitched this time.

“…You speak shorter than any dragon knight I’ve ever met. No matter how foreign you are, you’re talking to a noble right now.”
“I’m talking to a war criminal right now.”

Aside from the flying dragon, which is still for now, the flying dragon knight’s answer constantly touches the baron’s planting, as if he doesn’t feel the presence of the soldiers carefully gathering toward the baron’s tent. However, unlike his appearance as a bandit, the baron only shook the demon horn he was holding with a sour expression.

“War crimes are absurd. You mean this? It’s spoils. It’s not like we’re not fighting at all, are we?”

There is nothing to be intimidated by a single flying dragon knight descended from a flying dragon, and the confidence that can be shown because it thoroughly trusts the rights of the nobles. The baron had no doubts that he could do nothing no matter how strong the flying dragon knight in front of him was.

“I’m not interested in horns. I’m just trying to see who is making the sound of dying breathing in the tent you came out of.”

Until unexpected words came out of his mouth.

The movements of everyone who knew the truth stiffened, including the baron. However, even if he died soon, he was a nobleman, so he quickly shrugged his shoulders feigning calmness.

“Aren’t you hearing hallucinations because you’ve been flying so long in the sky? Nobody’s making a sound?”
“It’s because of your lack of ability.”

With a short and rude answer, the flying dragon knight strode into the tent, but the baron blocked his way by straightening his tilted body.

“You’re rude to the bottom and bottom. What are you doing now?”

I dare not set foot in a noble’s residence without permission. Regardless of nationality, that is common sense.

And thanks to that common sense, the baron’s secret crimes were being tolerated. Since he had no intention of getting caught because of the sudden behavior of a guy who had no manners like this, the baron openly brought up the aura and expressed his displeasure. At the same time, he opened his mouth again to speak out against the rebellious dragon knight who met his eyes.

“How dare you?!”

No, I tried to open it. That is, if the flying dragon knight’s hand hadn’t grabbed his chin. It was such a shocking sight that even the soldiers around it took time to realize that the flying dragon knight had attacked the baron.

However, it was the baron who was shocked more than anyone else.

He raised his aura and was resisting using both hands to free his jaw, but the flying dragon knight did not budge. It was only when he faced the shattered gauntlet half-covering his face that a belated question passed through the baron’s mind.

This bastard, is he really a flying dragon knight?

A smashed gauntlet, a face exposed without a helmet, an armor almost in tatters as if he had fought a fierce battle, and so on. Elements that had been missed due to the fact that he rode a flying dragon with a very confident attitude now come into view.

It was the same for Growe, who was watching from behind. Come to think of it, the flying dragon knight never once introduced who he was. I just believed that I was a flying dragon knight.

In a moment of panic in a situation no different from the baron’s being taken prisoner, the person responsible for the incident disappeared into the tent, ‘dragging’ the baron, instead of looking back. It was obviously the same size as the baron, but it was similar to the end. It didn’t even look like he was using an aura, but Growe couldn’t imagine how strong he would have to be to be able to do that.

I didn’t even have time to imagine.

– Ugh! ugh! ugh!!

Hearing the Baron’s muffled screams from inside, and seeing the scene of the tent suddenly burning, he had no time to imagine such a thing.

It’s not like a sudden fire or something like that. The tent burns up like paper on fire that burns up in an instant. The sight of losing its shape and turning to ashes without a blink of an eye was the result of magic.

It was only natural for the flying dragon knight to use magic, but that was just the judgment of those who were not magicians. The few wizards in the unit who ran after hearing the commotion didn’t even feel the movement of mana, but they were busy asking in all directions if the ‘real’ demons had attacked while watching the burning tent.

And even in the midst of this, thanks to keeping his ears open, Growe, who had heard the magicians’ fuss, realized that the situation was more serious than he thought.

“Even though he had many scars… his appearance matches that of the woman who was said to be missing.”

In the sight of the tent and its supports being all burnt and scattered as ashes, the items inside the tent that were left neatly intact without any damage are revealed to the outside.

As befits an extremely ordinary aristocrat’s field quarters, armor holders and various wall-mounted decorations that should have been hung on pillars were scattered all over the floor. Among them was a wooden box containing a suspiciously large number of severed horns.

But first of all, the first thing that catches my eye is a demon with severed horns breathing hard on the bed.

It wasn’t just because of her miserable appearance that her gaze gathered. The figure that was thought to be a dragon knight holding the struggling baron’s head with one hand was reaching out to heal her with the other, so attention was focused on it.

“Do I need any further explanation?”

The wounds of demons that heal in an instant, magic, and the power to subdue even Aura users with bare hands. It was the moment when the identity of the man who turned his head to face him as if he was trying to meet the soldiers’ eyes pouring toward him was revealed.

“Yo, hero…”

I never thought that the rumors ridiculing why the hero of the Demonic Church was a human being were true.

Looking at the unbelievable scene, the man shook his head slightly as he looked at Growe who muttered involuntarily.

“To be exact, a warrior of the Demonic Church.”

After calmly correcting himself and completing the healing, the warrior pulled out the sword from his waist. At the same time, the baron’s struggles became more intense, but no one looked at him.

“You can resist. If you cut them together, that’s enough. But if you don’t intend to do that, remember today and do your best to let everyone know.”

It was because he was overwhelmed by the holy sword that emits brilliant light and its owner.

“From this moment on, the deaths of those who unfairly oppressed and persecuted the demons will become inevitable, so accept them humbly.”

The baron’s struggles, having intuited his fate, were meaningless any more. The hero lightly ‘threw’ it upward as if he were a ball for children to play with, then decapitated the freed baron before he could say anything.

It was so easy and light that it didn’t even feel realistic, but that didn’t mean the baron was revived.

“Tell them that Eldmia Ega, the hero of the Demon God Epaga, said so.”

While silence fell over the garrison, where it was hard to believe that he was a nobleman of a country who had seen a futile death that he had reigned over hundreds of people, only the warrior’s voice resounded.