Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 463
I wondered what this was going on in the middle of the night, but if I left it alone, I would only hear the low voice of the messenger who could neither come inside the tent nor make a loud sound to be polite.
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âHero. SeriouslyâŠâ
âThe hero didnât cough. I, Eselua, deliver the message instead. Whatâs going on?â
No matter how externally she was a princess in name only, she was definitely the princess of the empire. If it was a half-way issue, it would be enough to tell her, but the messenger outside the tent hesitated greatly but did not back down.
ââŠSir Ega of Eldmia said that it must be delivered directly to the hero, so this message was delivered by royal order. This is not an act to disrespect the princessâs authority, but it is an important matter, so please allow me to deliver it directly to the hero. do.â
Funny enough, as soon as the story of Eldmia came out, Entire and Eselua flinched, while Tennea reflexively shook Siegfried to wake him up.
As a result, the two women looked at her in silence, even more surprised by Tenneaâs reaction than Siegfriedâs waking up from sleep, but Tennea just looked at her instead of answering.
âWhat, whatâs going on?â
ââŠEga asked Sieg to send a message. Considering that he came by order of the king, it must be something important.â
âHuh, to the point where I have to wake up all night? Iâm worried that my sister is in such a hurry.â
He was about to fall asleep, but Siegfried quickly came to his senses and got up from his seat.
Heading to the entrance where the messenger was, wearing only a thick coat, he was very calm, unlike the words he had just spoken. It seems that the perception has been stuck in my head for a while, so I thought, âIs there anything special? Heâs my younger brother.â This is because the idea of
Until he walked through the tent and faced the messenger, Siegfriedâs thoughts had not changed, but when the messenger facing him politely handed over the item he was wearing on his side and bowed his head, he tilted his head involuntarily.
âWhat else is this?â
âItâs an umbrella.â
ââŠNo. I know itâs an umbrella, but my brother sent it? Why?â
Itâs not a mystery, what is the reason for sending a black umbrella out of the blue?
âIs this a magic umbrella or somethingâŠ?â
âI heard itâs an ordinary umbrella.â
Now I have to believe that it hints at something. Siegfried shrugged his shoulders and decided to neatly give up on continuing with useless speculation.
âI donât understand. So, whatâs the message?â
And as soon as the answer to the question I threw at it still insignificantly came back, it was frozen.
âNanny Mary Poppins is coming soon, so wait.â
The head, which began to turn tight to understand and accept the situation belatedly, caused cognitive dissonance and mild dizziness.
Surely there was a time when I saw Eldmiaâs projectile weapon and brought up the story of Mary Poppins. The memories of laughing while recalling the movies and memories he saw are still vivid.
But Siegfried never told me what Mary Poppins meant. Rather, it was just a joke and I faked it like I saw it in the movie.
Of course, Eldmia shouldnât have known that Mary Poppins was a nanny and that she carried a black umbrella.
ââŠâŠgreat job.â
It was because of the warriorâs strong body that he did not stumble or show any other abnormal symptoms. However, no matter how much I tried to react as naturally as possible, I couldnât hide the slight trembling of the hand I reached out to hold the umbrella.
Not because I was scared or anxious, but because my body couldnât keep up with the sudden change in the situation, it was close to being surprised. Until the moment he returned to bed, lowering the tent with his umbrella in his hand and his back to the messenger, Siegfried pondered seriously whether he was dreaming again.
A dream related to life on Earth that has plagued him ever since he met the tower builder demon tribe.
âZeke?â
Eselua, who felt strange at the sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at his umbrella, spoke to him, but Siegfried couldnât get out of his thoughts.
Computers, mobile phones, movies, public transportation, internet, and all kinds of food, clothing, and shelter.
A sip of cola that I couldnât finish before enlisting in the military remained in my head, and in the midst of sadness and longing that was incomparable to the pain I suffered throughout the training center, I worked really hard and attached affection to this world.
I didnât even have good feelings because I couldnât leave a word to my family, friends, and acquaintances.
No matter how much the life as a warrior is better than the life of a livestock in modern society, the fact that he literally fell into âanother dimensionâ was not light, and he once blamed the goddess for why he was himself.
All of that has become a story of the past, and I just made up my mind to fulfill my duty as a warrior with the feeling that I donât know why I donât know how to bond and love. I havenât completely forgotten the dark feelings of resentment of the goddess in the dimensional loneliness.
So, when the demon spat out Korean, albeit in an awkward way, Siegfried felt his heart beat involuntarily.
Emotions incomparable to the joy you feel when you go abroad to see people from the same country where you canât communicate properly, the anger that arises from not understanding why youâre meeting as an enemy, and the flattering rumor that you can return to the earth, you say that every day is far away. harassed
As the pain grew day by day, the demons became more and more proficient in words. Itâs like getting used to a language youâre not good at after not using it for too long, or as if youâre getting better and better at a language youâre using for the first time.
It is true that it was mentally difficult to be honest, to be tormented by endlessly preaching that he was being deceived by the goddess in a language he had become accustomed to.
It was hard enough to understand why the characters in the work were shocked when faced with a common clichĂ© that everything they believed in might be a lie. The more he did, the more vivid his dream was, as if he were reminiscing about his past life, and he was shaken even as he tried to forcefully recall the fact that his opponent was a phantom wizard and think that all of this was nothing more than the enemyâs tricks.
However, because of Eldmia, who seems to have noticed that fact and sent an umbrella, now I can only think of one thing.
âOh, really!! Itâs disgusting!!â
âZeke?â
Didnât you say that if youâre dumbfounded, nothing but laughter comes out?
Suddenly, like a kaleidoscope, memories of the past flashed past, and when we came to the conclusion that all the tackles this human had made were in fact determined, it felt like it was nothing to the demons talking in Korean.
âHa⊠yes, please wait for now.â
Thanks to that, I woke up abruptly, but I didnât feel bad.
Now that I think about it, unlike Eldmia, that demon can only speak Korean, and he has never directly mentioned a story that could be called concrete evidence.
It is true that various stories such as the earth, hometown, family, culture, etc. are thrown in to stimulate memories, but there is nothing specific. The story would have been different if I had just heard that I miss cola chicken⊠In many ways, it was dull.
Surprisingly, wasnât it similar to the scammerâs scam? To the extent that I think.
I hadnât noticed such a simple thing because I was so focused on the language.
âShock therapy performance sure.â
Siegfried, who showed a sincere smile that he had forgotten for the last few days, threw the umbrella he was holding to the side and lay down on the bed.
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As soon as I flew to the capital in my car, I bought a drink and arrived at Mr. Valkunâs studio. I felt an indescribably guilty feeling as I saw the expression of Mr.
It was because Mr. Valkunâs expression, which had been smiling as if it would take his mouth off until he saw the wooden box filled with alcohol, turned to pieces as soon as he saw my smashed sword.
âDae, what the hell did you do to the swordâŠ?â
âThat⊠SomehowâŠâ
âSomehow, I canât even make something like this!!â
While feeling a strong sense of dĂ©jĂ vu, he handed over the sword while barely holding on to his head, which naturally bowed in a different situation. Mr. Valkunâs expression strangely changed as he looked at the sword in vain, as if he were looking at his son who went to the battlefield and returned as a super-corpse.
ââŠHmm? What?â
âWell, is it damaged to the point where itâs hard to fix?â
Outwardly, it was closer to bewilderment than despair. However, when people are suddenly shocked, you donât know where their emotions will run, so when I spoke carefully, it was hard to find the devastatedness he had shown until now. stroking it and asked with difficulty.
âWhat the hell did you kill?â
âyes?â
âThe core has been corrupted. Itâs still changing at this moment. Even now⊠the circuit is rolling with something strange. Why is this without killing a dragonâŠâ Working hard to return the sword to its liquid
state the last time we saw it. Contrary to Mr. Balkunâs intention, I couldnât say anything while looking at the sword that did not change dynamically.
From the axeman of the twisted nether to the divinity of Epaganim as well as the divine power of the evil god who tried to ride in reverse when attempting to pull the neck.
Itâs a problem because there are too many guesses.
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