Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 657

Chapter 657

The shield that the three-bearded dragon gave me was a really good item that had all the practicality I wanted.

Disassembly and reassembly are simple and therefore sturdy. The biggest drawback of his shield was that it was the result of magic removing the mechanical structure that would have been possible if it had been twice as complex. However, to me, it was not a big deal.

“Could you put this fixture on your gauntlet instead of your shield? I think it would suit me better that way.”

In my mind, this shield was already mine. When I made a few suggestions, the dragon general, who had been smiling broadly at me, stopped and tilted his head.

“It’s not impossible, but… wouldn’t it be quite heavy even if you put down a shield? Even if you wanted to reduce the volume of the fixing device, the magic related to the shield was added to it, so you can’t make it any lighter than that. Of course, if you remove the magic and change it to a mechanical one, it would be much lighter… but wouldn’t it be a hassle to pick it up and carry it around every time?”

It didn’t take long to resolve the reasonable questions that could have been raised, rather than the rebuttals that came out because they thought their work was being insulted, so I ‘showed’ the answer right away.

As a result, the warriors who had been nodding their heads with a face like ‘Oh, so that’s what I asked you to do’ until they saw the shield I threw get stuck in something like a suitable test wooden doll, opened their eyes wide in shock as soon as they saw the shield flying towards me, even though they had taken off their gauntlets.

“Is that even possible with magic power?”

“I guess I’m just weird because I haven’t met anyone who can do what I can do.”

Although it wasn’t my intention, their reaction made one thing clear:

They don’t know the identity of the dragon who claims to be the servant of General Miwood. They wouldn’t ask such a question with the dragon, the progenitor of magic and sorcery, by their side. It was a situation that could be called a blessing in disguise, but they were bothered for a long time by the generals who wanted to know more about my abilities, so they didn’t have time to think about such things.

It was natural, but it was inevitable that Rumings’ helmet would become known in the process. However, unlike the fact that I was very nervous because I thought that Rumings’ helmet might be more mysterious than my magic to them, the generals’ reaction was very indifferent.

“So you had a connection with Lord Lumings too?”

No, it was not just indifferent, it was calm.

By the way, I think I said that I interacted with dwarves to some extent. I thought it was a story from a long time ago because of my age, but surprisingly, it seems like her interactions are ongoing.

“Then you don’t need a helmet. It’s embarrassing to say, but his technique is different from ours, so we can’t just touch it. If you want to make additional reinforcements later with the dragon’s byproducts, I’ll make the parts to fit the helmet, so it would be best to ask Lord Lumings directly.”

What I thought would be the hottest issue was pushed back in an instant, so my suffering time increased even more… But I was able to endure it with a smile because it was for my equipment.

There was also talk about weapons, but when they talked about Kakula’s axe and Este, the warriors backed off cleanly. The intention was to leave the parts that didn’t need to be touched.

“Since Lord Lumings gave it to us, does that mean there’s no problem with us using it?”

“Wouldn’t that be so?”

Every now and then, as incomprehensible conversations are exchanged, lines are added to the designs laid out by the warriors. In accordance with these, someone processes leather to make a pattern, someone prepares magic, and someone else begins to collect auxiliary materials that will be used for the actual work.

The sight was like a machine that was perfectly meshed and running. Thanks to that, I didn’t think I would get tired even if I just sat there and watched, but I couldn’t just watch.

“Go to the second floor and talk to the old man about the calculation. If you tell him that we have started work, he will start talking about it.”

Because I had work to do too.

On the second floor, leaving behind the dragons moving busily in the workshop, what greeted me was not the dragon Miwood but a dragon.

“Would you like to sit down for a moment?”

Next to Yong, who was quietly but confidently offering me a seat as if he had nothing to hide, was General Miwood, sitting on a rocking chair with his head bowed. As I flinched involuntarily at the sight of him looking as if he were dead, Yong shook his head and placed the kettle and teacup he was holding on the table.

“I’m sleeping. I’m getting older, so I get tired easily if I overdo it a little. I originally asked you to wake me up when you came up, but I thought it would be better to talk to you first, so I’m going to wake you up later.”

“···You seem very familiar with it·”

“You’re familiar with it. I’ve taken care of more than just Miwood. Do you like tea?”

“I like cars, but I don’t really like situations where older people drive me. Most of the time, things don’t go as planned.”

Yong, who somehow burst into laughter at the words spoken with sincerity, pulls out a chair for me to sit on without lifting a finger and sits down.

There was no visible intention to force him, but it was an atmosphere where he couldn’t refuse. He sat down obediently and Yong-i continued talking, starting with a short expression of gratitude, “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to explain in advance how I appear to you. An evil dragon coiled in the dwarven kingdom, right?”

“It seems like he taught the dragons how to refine the dragon’s byproducts and has been with the kingdom for a long time. Why he did that is unclear.

The dragon’s eyes widened as he answered indifferently, watching her personally prepare the kettle and teacups, but then pour the tea and pass the cups to him through magic.

“What’s surprising? You look so young… Do you have a keen eye?”

“It was just an obvious situation.”

“Dragon slayers don’t even seem to think of such a possibility when they see a dragon. You can even sense magic, right? I honestly thought you’d pull out your sword right then and there.”

“And yet you came to the temple.”

“Wrong. If I had known you were using magic, I wouldn’t have gone.”

From my perspective, it was a very unexpected answer, but Yong’s argument was that he was just pretending not to care because it was already spilled milk.

“But you clearly knew my identity, but you didn’t tell me. I thought it was worth talking to you in some cases.”

“I don’t really care as long as you don’t harm them.”

Even though my throat feels blocked by the dragon that is like a mass of magical power swaying in front of my eyes, I answer while drinking tea, and the dragon’s eyes light up with interest.

“What if it causes damage?”

“One of the two will die.”

Is it really necessary to scratch the sleeping dragon’s nature?

That thought crossed my mind for a moment, but I didn’t want to say something I didn’t mean in this situation, so I answered honestly.

“It would be to the benefit of all of us if we didn’t even joke about it unless we believed ourselves to be more powerful than the devil.”

It’s true that I don’t want to fight because I’m sure he’s strong enough to make me want to vomit.

But that doesn’t mean I want to run away without fighting.

“You’re a human race that I know but don’t… You seem to have wisdom, but you’re also incredibly arrogant… On the one hand, it’s surprising that you can say such things after seeing a glimpse of my magical power. Are you saying that you’re strong enough to kill an evil spirit?”

“If that was the case, I would have killed the Demon King a long time ago. If things continue this way, I will eventually have to fight something similar to an evil spirit, so there is no reason to avoid fighting a dragon.”

I couldn’t tell if it was unpleasant or pleasant. The dragon just opened his eyes slyly and raised his eyebrows slightly. Maybe he had lived so long that he didn’t even notice this much scratching, so I answered.

“Even if I have to fight against an evil spirit, it might not be able to help me, but it might be an evil spirit that blocks my path. In that case, it would be faster to just fight it out than to ignore its activities in the kingdom.”

Then, this time, he leans back on his chair, completely expressing his true feelings of bewilderment.

“Is there a chance of Seungsan Heo?”

But this time, he doesn’t show any negative emotions. Even if he’s good at keeping a poker face, I thought he’d be upset because of his pride if he got scratched like this, but it was surprising in many ways.

“You seem to not know much because you are a dragon, but mortals do not know much. Since we do not live long, our knowledge is limited.”

“······Don’t you know the odds of winning?”

Even though he spoke like a piece of shit, a smile slowly spread across Yong’s face as he understood perfectly. It was a smile that seemed to imply that he had seen all sorts of funny people.

“I just do it when I have to. I want to do it only when I can, but not everything goes as planned, so there’s no choice.”

And then I started giggling to myself at the end of my answer.

The tension that had been rising to the top of his head subsided as if it were a lie at the sight of him desperately holding back laughter in order not to wake up the sleeping General Miwood.

“Epaga has captured a great warrior. Well, that’s what a warrior should be like. Isn’t it more like a merchant to weigh things before something that must be protected, not a warrior?”

When the dragon, who had barely stopped laughing while muttering to himself, opened his eyes again, his pupils had changed into those of a reptile.

“I’m not your enemy. And originally, I was just going to clear up the misunderstanding and end it, but after what we just talked about, I now want to keep you as my ally.”

Unlike what he said, the magical power that he had been ‘somewhat’ hiding exploded in an instant. For a moment, I thought that this author was using a two-faced tactic, but the dragon who revealed his magical power like that just lifted the teacup as if nothing had happened.

“Can we have a serious talk before Miwood wakes up?”

It was only later that I learned that it was the dragon’s way of showing respect.