Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 62

The sword really has no function and is just strong, so I was able to escape the Dwarf Earth only after a little bit of meaningless advice from Valkun not to have any strange expectations. Since they hadn’t seen each other in a while, Gin seemed to be trying to stay put and solve the problem after a long time.

Anyway, isn’t it great that the sword is strong? Jans’s longsword wasn’t strong enough, so it broke?

Seeing that Valkun is so worried, it might be that the warriors of the other world are so used to supernatural powers that they expect a lot from their swords.

“Well, at that time, the thieves were also blinded by the illusion that they were demonic swords.”

All of a sudden, the idiots who contributed to my first murder passed through my mind. If you think that what Balkun is concerned about is an illusion of that realm, it’s not something that doesn’t make sense. It is worth worrying about if there are relatively many children with secondary illnesses who mistakenly think that they got a chance to get a great sword at a bargain price by accidentally coming into contact with a dwarf.

Of course, Eldmia, whose mental age exceeded 30, did not have such a delusion, so the story had nothing to do with it. Even without that, he was smiling just by being strong, which Valkun had already mentioned several times.

I don’t know about anything else, but it’s clear that you don’t have to worry about durability as much as you do when fighting demons.

Of course, the gap between the long sword I bought for a coin and a gold coin is too big, but the opportunity has come and there is no reason not to buy it. I don’t know if I didn’t have money, but it’s crazy to save money on a sword, which is both a food and lifeline when I’ve already received a lot of gold coins.

“That’s how it happened.”

“Is that why you came with such a good sword?”

As soon as I visited Ragnis’ house to prepare for the upcoming visit to the Empire, she carefully examined the sword that was handed over to me forcibly.

“Selling something like this for only one gold coin. I really can’t understand the senses of dwarves. It’s good that you got to use a good weapon thanks to that.”

Of course, she hadn’t touched a sword properly in her entire life, but she didn’t have the mysterious ability to distinguish famous swords.

Ragnis simply explained that the blacksmithing of the dwarves goes hand in hand with alchemy and magic. Thanks to this, wizards can more clearly see the value of things made by dwarves than ordinary warriors? I wish I could have told you before I freaked out and almost took it away.

“I thought I had picked up something I couldn’t afford or had overspended.”

“Anyway, I’m not such a thoughtless guy…”

“There are a lot of people who end up living a life of debauchery because they are tainted with capital life.”

“I’m not a guy who lives so ruthlessly…”

Anyway, except for a small incident caused by my new sword, our conversation went normally. There were no significant changes. Most of them were delivered with specific details, such as that the female knight named Renisa who had guided me last time and I would accompany her as an attendant and Radnell Vandes would accompany me to see the hero. Even if all the servants were combined, it was a very modest composition for a nobleman who barely exceeded 10 people.

“Even if I’m a Marquis, I’ve been through something. I know everything anyway, so if I uselessly grow my body, I’ll be laughed at.”

The nobles’ attendants and servants are, after all, a display of power. This is also not just a matter of vanity, but also includes courtesy to the person who invited you.

It didn’t end with a party for a day or two, but what the Empire suggested was exchanges of about a week, and usually, if you stay like that, no matter how weak aristocrats are, they move with more than 20 servants.

It was a very extravagant and hard-to-understand formality in my senses, the point being that even if that number of people came from all directions, they would have enough capacity to feed and sleep them. So, if you go less, they treat it as if you underestimated the capacity of the inviter and treat it as disrespectful.

Ragnis took that into account and came to a conclusion.

“Actually, Master also said that he would go see the hero, but wouldn’t it be for the sake of my face? If I wanted to see him, I could go see him right away.”

It really feels like a minority elite. Of course, even so, except for the name of the Marquis and the reputation of Radnell Vandes, I and Lenissa were nothing special, but Ragnis himself said so, and there was no reason to deny it, so they just smiled.

After a brief chat that was nothing special, they returned safely to the mansion. Even at the mansion, I was almost excluded from work because I was going to be an attendant for the Marquis of Levien, so I took my time training by recalling the sensations I felt in the abandoned dungeon. From my point of view, who handles magical powers, it seemed that this sense would be essential to move on to the next level, so I diligently reviewed it, taking time to train my swordsmanship.

For some reason, if you practice this hard, you might not know the space, but you might be able to learn the magical power. I don’t know what kind of help that would be, but at least if there are demons who use magic, can’t we hope for a situation where we split up and die together?

As soon as I reached that point, I was motivated and tried in various ways, but of course, if I was the one who would get results with just a little bit of effort, I would have been flying around right away.

With no income and full of regret, time passed and the day of departure for the empire approached.

Arriving early in the morning, in front of Ragnis’s house, there were two wagons and the servants who loaded them, creating a rare congestion. After examining the few escorts, Lenissa gave me a light bow and greeted me. I went up to Ragnis’ room and knocked on the door. I heard Ragnis’ voice mimicking the dignity I heard last time.

“Come in.”

“You go in.”

As soon as I answered, I opened the door and entered, and Ragnis looked at me with a very strange expression and greeted me with a big smile.

“What is that!”

“It’s a stroke of conversion to give a big smile to the Marquis, who is busy from the morning. Is this what I have to wear for a week?”

Ragnis smiled lightly and nodded as she looked at the clothes being donned on the mannequin standing next to her after an exaggerated greeting with unnecessary politeness.

Other than that, it didn’t matter at all, but it was a very decent outfit compared to the fact that I was a bit anxious because they said they would prepare the clothes I needed to wear.

“It’s the outfit that was given to the knights of the family. Thanks to making it in the capital, the design remained.”

“So Lenissa was wearing something similar, too?”

Even if nothing else is known, it is certain that the Levien family was a family that was clearly aware of the importance of uniforms.

A wine-colored half cape in a white uniform. Looking at the design alone, the assassination looks really good, but that seems to be my own sensibility.

“Hmm…I wondered what it would be like because you’re so bulky, but hangers are better than I thought?”

Even people with an average height of 165 and taller than 180 at best are trying to look at 190 alone, so it is unrivaled. Considering that my parents were also quite tall, you can’t ignore the genetic part.

Come to think of it, Ekaterina was almost at the same eye level as me. I haven’t heard that people from Loveville are particularly tall, but isn’t she actually a child of a noble family who eats well and grows up well?

“Isn’t he a handsome guy that even elves acknowledged?

“Don’t lie. I’ve always said that Mr. Asillie isn’t handsome.”

“…The contents of the letter have increased.”

However, I wondered what kind of conversation they were having and why such situations always came out of him, but since it was a situation where we couldn’t be late, we decided to move on and prepared to depart.

“What about Sir Radnell Vandes?”

“I’ve got other business to do, so I decided to join you at the gate.”

“Then, until then, I will have to shine the procession with a handsome face and appearance. I must have prepared a nice horse, right?”

“What nonsense. You should go with me in a carriage.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m an attendant.”

“No, there’s also Lenisa?”

“You must have learned a little while working as Cheryl’s exclusive butler. Lenisa was born as a knight, so she can’t do that.”

oh my god! The purpose was to unfairly exploit my labor force!

“I don’t do unpaid labor. Levien change… bad! It hurts! Stop!”

“I’ll take care of it, so keep your mouth shut, Mr. Eldmia?”

But since he’ll take care of it, I’ll put up with it…!

“Okay. The Marquis can’t say anything, so I believe it.”

As he reached out his hand and prepared an escort, Ragnis appeared with a dumbfounded expression.

It was so funny that he gestured to her to hurry up, and Ragnis finally burst into laughter and joined hands.

“Take good care of me this time too.”

“It’s an empire, but what will happen?”

Whenever I say something like this lately, I get a sense of déjà vu, as if something has happened… I guess not.

Still, it’s an empire, and I’m going to see the warrior, but what will happen?