Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 705

Chapter 705

Every time the large creatures, who seem ready to devour the entire street, move, sparks fly and thick lava flows to the ground.

If the city facility manager had seen it, it would have been a sight that would have made him scream at the sight of it threatening the well-being of all the surrounding thatched houses and testing the durability of the street, but in reality, the giant’s remains scattered everywhere and flowed on the ground were not causing any damage to the city.

To be exact, they just disappeared. It was as if they had evaporated. It wasn’t like the fire giants were shrinking either, so it was a strange sight to the point where I thought I was looking at a hologram.

Even at first, people flinched at the appearance that seemed hot, but as the giant approached, they were filled with doubt, but soon cheered as if nothing had happened, so it seemed like it wasn’t hot at all. Thanks to this, many parents were having a hard time because excited children stretched out their arms to see if they could somehow touch it.

“The spirit fire that is not hot… I know it is incredibly great in terms of magic, but is it also great in spirit magic?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never met anyone who could be called a shaman.”

Cheryl, who noticed it as quickly as I did, looked at me curiously, but it wasn’t like I knew anything.

Even though Ashili is capable of communicating with spirits as a racial trait, it would be a stretch to call her a spirit mage. Since I have never met anyone else as an enemy or ally, I cannot even make a hypothesis.

Since it was called spirit magic, I thought it was some kind of different condition for me to receive help from the spirits, unlike me who just asks for help. After making that kind of inference, I boldly admitted that I didn’t know anything, but for some reason, Cheryl gave me a look as if she saw all kinds of weird people, making me feel wronged.

“No, you can communicate with spirits and receive help from them.”

“Oh, Spirit, if you ask for it, it will be granted… If you turn it around to help me feel warmth, wouldn’t that be the result?”

Although I didn’t know the method, I came up with a hypothesis that it might be similar considering the situation, but the skeptical views did not easily go away.

“Well, there are more than one or two things that are unique about you···”

Then, for some strange reason that was hard to understand, he went back to watching the procession. I was so annoyed that I wanted to punish him with a long cat punishment, but since he was finally standing up and being serious, I decided to let him go and watched the spirits as well.

The spirits mixed among the soldiers were not only fire giants. They were so huge that they seemed to be as tall as the third floor of a building, but they were the only ones who attracted attention. Behind the four giants, soldiers made of rock were stationed.

It was definitely a scene that boosted people’s morale. From my perspective, where I was focused on the same movements as a machine, I wondered if it wasn’t no different from a golem.

“The movements are the same. Are they the same entity, just divided?”

“Yeah, I was just curious, so should I ask?”

“···What? You’re asking?”

“Oh, the conditions are just right.”

Just as spirits have different perspectives on the world, they also have different standards for communication.

For us, walls separate spaces, but for them, they are just one world, and this includes the sounds and the conversations we try to have with them.

In other words, you can talk ‘anywhere’

That’s also the reason why he responds the same way no matter where you call him. Of course, in order to have a proper conversation, the young duke over there needs to know how to talk to the spirits…

Who am I? Eldmia Ega, who gained affinity for spirits that she never had before and started communicating with the spirits while heading towards the bare ground.

The first thing I learned from the spirits was the pseudo-spirit language.

“Fire spirits, are you four perhaps one?”

To be precise, it is an act of speaking with the intention of imitating the language of spirits as much as possible. Nevertheless, the reason I speak the words is to give an example of my language corresponding to that intention.

It was a useless action for the spirits who had no interaction with people, but the spirits who had lived with people to some extent would find similarities and gain enough effect to accept the ‘language’, which was the teaching of the spirits.

Of course, it’s not omnipotent. If it was, I would have personally thanked the forest spirits when I went out to catch thieves with Asili. Maybe it’s because this is a kind of mental body language, but no matter how much I tried to explain it to them, it didn’t work well unless I met them in person.

Fortunately, this time, the condition was met. As expected, Cheryl looked puzzled at my question, as if she was wondering if I was joking or asking seriously, but there was a definite response from the fire giants.

While walking hard, he looked at me almost at the same time and replied with a somewhat joyful expression, “No.”

From the spirits’ perspective, it seemed like the foreigner was speaking to them in their native language, albeit awkwardly, so the level of joy was considerable.

The appearance was so disjointed that it looked like he would swing a hammer at any moment and turn the surroundings into a sea of ??fire, but anyways,

“Oh, I see. Thank you. They’re all different···”

Just as I was about to tell Cheryl what I had learned,

I felt something like murderous intent pouring down on me from somewhere.

At that moment, Cheryl’s pupils, who had been staring at me with her eyes wide open, shrank to a surprising degree and her body quickly twisted. It was a movement that showed that Cheryl had felt the killing intent that I had felt, but because she had not felt it as clearly as I, the person involved, she was unable to pinpoint the direction and recognized it as an enemy.

If you had properly identified the location, you would have felt the life force coming out of a place where you couldn’t hold your sword no matter how much you felt it.

As soon as I thought about that, my hand went out before my words and I grabbed the pommel of the sword that was about to fly out from her waist.

“Not the enemy”

“what?”

“It was from the procession. I guess they noticed that I was talking to the spirits.”

If I had just watched calmly, my sword would have been pulled out. If I had pulled out my sword here and caused chaos, it wouldn’t have ended with just a letter of reflection, so I think it was a very wise choice.

But unlike Cheryl, who quickly understood what I was saying and stopped moving, the killing spirit in the procession did not stop. After gradually closing the distance, what appeared before my eyes was a young man riding a horse without any armor.

The eyes are so sad that the murderous intent pouring out of them pales in comparison. If it weren’t for that murderous intent, I might have thought he was just pretending to be angry.

His long hair was tied back roughly, but there was nothing special about him, and his clothes were far from flashy for a nobleman. The only flashy thing was the embroidery on the cape he was wearing. It was hard to understand why he was in this procession without even a single piece of equipment that could be called a weapon. He was far from flashy and intimidating.

Ironically, it was because of that that I could immediately tell who he was.

“But you’re still young.”

Serte da Etelupe·

A spirit magician who is considered to be master-level.

“···??”

He used to look at me as if he could kill me with just his eyes, but for some reason, as he got closer to me, his eyes lost their strength and his pupils started to shake as he started collecting hooks.

What is it?

?

That’s how spirits are originally.

Just as humans see all lizardmen as similar to humans, and beastmen see all humans as similar to them, spirits also tend to be able to categorize the creatures of the continent only within the broad framework of races. That is why you have to go all the way to the level of beings commonly called high-level spirits to understand them and talk to them as if they were people.

But that’s just because you lack the ability to identify enemies, and it’s definitely not because you’re stupid.

Even the lower spirits, who simply use their abilities as they are told, are more understanding than most monsters. That is why they can make contracts with spiritists, teach them, train them, borrow their powers according to the will of the caster, and carry out complex commands.

However, the lower and middle spirits lack reason, apart from their understanding.

Because of this, they tend to be impulsive and spontaneous, and often act carelessly. As a result, they have many accidents, and when shamans fight each other on the battlefield, they sometimes lose control of their spirits by seeing their opponent’s weaknesses. Naturally, it is the shaman’s ability to prevent such unfortunate events.

In that sense, the guardian of the green, Serta da Etelup, was a natural-born spirit master. It means that he had never lost control. However, shortly after entering Levien, that record was broken very suddenly.

At first I thought they were enemies, but that wasn’t it. The fire spirits didn’t attack or kill, except for the provocations and silly questions that any spiritist would recognize at first sight.

It is a situation that cannot be explained unless the purpose is to send contempt and ridicule for being admired for such skills. And since it was attempted in such a public place, it would not be strange to interpret it as an attempt to blatantly pour water on him.

So I immediately traced the traces back to identify the target and approached him with a lively expression. It was already humiliating enough, but the significance of this meeting and this procession was so great that I could not take any further action.

But somehow, every time I took a step closer, I felt like something was wrong.

‘···How did you talk to me?’

Clearly, I asked the spirit a question and got an answer.

This means that he communicated in the language of spirits, and that also meant that spirits had to be present around the person who insulted him.

However, there was nothing around the young man who was looking at him. A girl who seemed to have been seen somewhere before was half-held in his arms, and he was just about to take his hand off the hilt of his sword. Even if you look closely, you can’t find any traces of a spirit other than the young man’s hand on the girl’s sword pommel.

Could it be that there is a master shaman hidden there who can even arbitrarily deceive traces?

As I swallowed my saliva without realizing it amidst the unsolved questions, the fire spirits whispered as if they were having fun.

[A child in his mother’s arms, my friend]

The spirits explained the situation with all sorts of positive emotions such as joy, happiness, and cheerfulness, but Serta had a hard time accepting the spirits’ emotions as they were.

The beings that spirits who have lived for nearly an eternity can call their mothers…

“What the hell is going on···?”

···Because they had no god but theirs.·