Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 648

EP·648

In fact, there was no option for Caruberos to crush the Demon King’s soul.

It’s not impossible. If you look closely at the contracts with demons, they are so unfair that even slave contracts seem fair. If I force him to put his soul as collateral, he will be forced to vomit out all the information he knows.

But it is not my job to make people pay for the sins they have committed due to their wrong beliefs out of ignorance, even after death. It is up to the gods to decide.

In the end, it was just a threat based on possibility. Fortunately, the effect was great, and he tried to pour out information that I didn’t ask for, so I had to use physical means to block his mouth.

“Huh? Why are you knocking out a kid who’s talking so hard?”

Then, Caruberos, who was licking his lips as if he was regretting it, tilted his head and asked a question. It seemed like he was suddenly giving the guy a hope torture, but since he was a devil’s child, I didn’t feel sorry for him, so I kicked him once more to relieve my boredom.

As the unexpected attack exquisitely rolled to the side, the vampire was struck by the silver cup, and the scream of the guy who was dying in agony rose an octave before dropping again. It seemed that he didn’t even have the energy to scream anymore.

I was so pleased with the way those guys were behaving that I decided to give them an answer I hadn’t originally planned to give.

“Because it’s a useless story”

I can’t possibly memorize everything I hear here, including how many spies are hiding in the Empire and what their makeup is like, and there’s no reason for me to intervene since the right people for this job will be back soon. It’s enough for me to know that I can kill vampires and that they have no more backup vampires.

“The Dwarf Kingdom and the Empire will find out the details.”

As he said that, he got up from his seat and stretched, and the vampire who had been dying just a moment ago suddenly started laughing. I looked at him, wondering if he had gone crazy from the shock he had just encountered, but he only gave me a more venomous gaze than before.

“It’s funny how you’re so intoxicated with your own power, not even realizing that you’re nothing more than a plaything of God… Aaaah!”

He looked so retarded that I stepped on the silver cup and he started to thrash around and scream again. Even Caruberos, who thought he was being unfairly beaten, saw me like that and got on his knees to distance himself.

“This crazy kid!”

“Oh, that’s right. You crazy bastard. You know better than to do that, so why do you keep picking on that crazy bastard and getting beat up? Does that make it hurt less when it makes you bleed?”

The divine power has been significantly weakened. Now, it is almost like Este is sucking it up every time it recovers naturally.

Maybe that’s why the vampire reacted more viciously to my bullying. The problem was that instead of shouting ‘Kill me instead’, he tried to criticize me.

If he had just stayed still, I would have done some experiments and sent him up, but he really is a mosquito who is good at annoying people.

“You’re a hypocrite bastard who believes that carrying out Ethe’s will is justice! Do you believe that the violence and murder you commit is just… Kkaaaak!”

“No, no. I am the warrior of the demon. My violence and murder are not justice, but self-defense.”

The vampire sighed in relief along with the scream of death as he took out the silver cup that had already been dug halfway through before it became any more dirty. The silver cup that he took out was messily covered in blood and flesh, but it burned away with a sound like water evaporating and soon became clean.

“What the…? How can a human be a demon warrior…?”

The sight was so mysterious that I couldn’t even hear what the vampire was saying. The traces of the blood I fed him were still there.

They say that if you destroy the silver cup, you die, but if you die like that, will the power that was eating away at your body disappear?

Would a shard broken off from a silver cup have no effect?

Will the damaged silver goblet cause damage to the guy, or will it only hit him if it’s completely destroyed?

What would be the consequences of not completely destroying the silver goblet, but changing it into some other form that could hold blood?

If you destroy this silver cup and kill him, and then make a new silver cup, won’t he come back to life? It seems like it’s not a curse to kill him, but rather a curse to make him suffer forever, so it seems quite possible.

“If the curse is linked to the ‘silver’ itself that makes up the silver cup, rather than the form of the silver cup itself···”

Even after destroying and killing the guy, wouldn’t it be a weapon that could be used to effectively hit other guys?

“It’s fun. I don’t think it’ll be boring.”

When he lightly lit the fire to burn the blood in the silver cup and give it a shock, the vampire’s face, which had been filled with shock, distorted as if he was experiencing a different kind of pain than before.

“What are you trying to do···?”

I don’t know if he still has any regrets about life, but the fear on his face is clear. It was a reaction that clearly showed that he had no tolerance for pain.

I looked back and forth between that guy and the silver cup that had been cleaned in the fire, and then I smiled and answered.

“What the heck? It’s an experiment.”

Let’s start by inflicting minor damage using physical means.

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Senithigua thinks·

In fact, I wondered if Eldmia should have been born as a demon, not a human. I couldn’t dare say it out loud because I knew that if I heard it, I would be beaten to a pulp, but it was my sincerity.

To be honest, when he came to find the Holy Grail, he thought he would just destroy it and be done with it. Or at best, he thought he would make the vampire beg for his life in front of him or drive him half-mad in fear of death before killing him. Because he had been waiting by his side with such a complacent mind, Senithigua eventually came to understand why Ingladiou had a seizure whenever he saw Eldmia.

The scene of pure malice pouring down on the vampires, without even a hint of madness, was something that even the demon Senithiagua saw as not being normal.

I now understand that the attitude of treating all races equally without discrimination can lead to the idea that there is no particular aversion to committing violence against species with the same appearance. The way he confirmed the connection between the Holy Grail and vampires for a thoroughly rational analysis without any sense of superiority or pleasure reminded me of a doctor who dissects a corpse for the advancement of medicine.

While watching the vampire screaming out all sorts of curses and despair in a process that was no different from torture, I even doubted whether the person who calmly swung his fist and broke the jaw of the other person, saying that it was noisy, was really a warrior.

In fact, it was only when I began to wonder if he was really the Demon King that the Holy Grail was completely destroyed, and it seemed as if Eldmia’s long and drawn-out ‘experiment’ was coming to an end.

“Caroberos”

“yes?!”

“Make this into a cup by kneading it appropriately.”

The vampire died along with the Holy Grail melting in the flame magic he had painstakingly created. Although his form had not been distorted or any other external changes had occurred, Senithiagua could tell that he was a demon who could be said to be an expert in handling souls.

So at first I was dumbfounded wondering what on earth Eldmia was talking about, but after a few seconds I understood what she meant and got goosebumps.

“no way···”

“Who knows if it’s a curse from the evil spirit, physical destruction that isn’t intended for special measures will only result in temporary death? I wish I could make it in the exact same form, but I don’t have the talent to do that, so I’ll have to at least check this out.”

He’s a crazy guy who isn’t crazy. Maybe he’s crazy so much that he doesn’t seem crazy. I wanted to ask him how he could come up with such an idea, but Senithigua decided to keep his mouth shut and do as he was told.

Because I didn’t want to get on that bench.

When he tried his best to prove his own usefulness and handed over the result of forging silver into a shape similar to the original Holy Grail, Eldmia nodded slightly and woke up the Demon King’s army who had passed out.

“Huh?! What the?!”

“Shut up. When you woke that thing up, you just fed it blood and that was it?”

“That thing…?”

It took quite a while for Eldmia to get the answer she wanted from the Demon King’s mouth, who was unaware of the gruesome events that had occurred while he was unconscious. However, Eldmia eventually achieved her goal, and as a bonus, she took the Demon King’s blood and knocked him out again. Then, she approached the vampire’s corpse with the spell the Demon King had told her, and poured the blood from the cup that had been the Holy Grail.

“Ugh···uh···”

Then, a groan burst out from the mouth of the vampire that had clearly died. And Senithigua, who witnessed the scene, was truly shocked.

“Fuck, my god···”

Eldmia’s prediction was correct. The curse left by the dying evil spirit was by no means light.

“It seems like the divine power itself is the problem. I think it could be enough to affect other vampire species.”

However, Eldmia, who was looking at the malice that even the devil would be terrified, was extremely calm. He seemed satisfied and once again destroyed the silver cup that maintained the function of the Holy Grail, causing the vampire to die.

After that, Eldmia completed several more experiments, such as sharpening the silver ingot into a blade and feeding it only blood. After confirming that it would not activate unless it was in the form of a glass, she stood up from her seat with satisfaction.

“What are you planning to do?”

“The corpse is sealed and the silver is made into a weapon.”

Looking at that sight, Senithigua could intuitively sense that

That the human race intends to kill all the vampires remaining on the continent. I don’t know when that will happen, but if that happens, the demons who are connected to the vampires will not be safe either.

Could it be that the Manmajeon itself is becoming dangerous?

“Heh··· Hehe· Wherever my master goes, I, Caruberos, will do my best to serve him·”

As that thought crossed his mind, Senithigua found himself crawling on the dirt floor on his knees, flattering Eldmia.

“···? Why are you acting up all of a sudden?”

As if it was a given, a kick came flying straight at him, but Cenit, no, Caruberos was able to smile. That was what it meant to be thankful for being alive.

It was quite some time after that that the dwarf and human knights showed up.

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