Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 690

It was about 30 minutes after the first engagement that the curtain came down on my one-sided massacre.

In fact, strictly speaking, it was more like an intermission rather than a complete end. I was standing in the middle of a mess of collapsed campsites and corpses, and the Allied Forces had given up on approaching any further and were just surrounding me.

I just made a judgment on my own that there was a high possibility that they would not want to continue fighting since they were only setting up a very obvious barrier with spears and shields instead of preparing for a long-range attack with a crossbow or something.

Honestly, I didn’t really care if the fight continued, but since it might be a preparation for bringing in the higher-ups, I decided to take a quick breather and look at Kakula’s axe that had been working so hard up until now.

“···Something is mysterious·”

Kakula’s axe, which he had been swinging without much difficulty from the beginning, is now lighter than ever.

It could be seen as the result of my fight with Catherine while staying at the mansion, but more than that, it felt like the growth graph suddenly skyrocketed like the coin market graph due to some unknown factor. Even though I fought using only an axe to clearly instill a gap in power between them, it didn’t seem particularly difficult, so it was even more concerning.

I didn’t feel any particular fatigue as I was dealing with the trash with the needle, so I wondered if there were any abnormal symptoms like a surge of divine power that I didn’t know about, so I checked here and there with Este, but…

[There’s nothing wrong? Could it be that the owner just got stronger?]

···The doubts only deepened.·

“We, the Union of Kingdoms, request a conversation with Eldmia, the warrior of the machine!”

Meanwhile, the road opened towards Levien and nobles with three flags in front appeared.

I clearly remember that the Union had four kingdoms, but I wondered why there were only three, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they were going to do if I didn’t respond. The three nobles who appeared, escorted by knights and hoplites, had surprisingly distinct features, so it seemed that there was no chance of confusion about who was who.

Bisil, Ttungtaeng, and the middle-aged man who was full of hostility towards me. While I was already anticipating what they would say, Bisil, who was crying, was the first to speak.

“On behalf of the Kingdom of Pazson, I ask you: What is your motive for committing such an atrocity?”

But somehow the way you speak is far from common etiquette.

He asks me what I’m doing. Of course, this is the expected result, but unlike what I expected him to start by explaining who he is, he gets straight to the point. Even though the fat guy who saw him didn’t show any particular reaction, the hostile middle-aged man openly frowns, which amplifies my curiosity.

Well, you’ll figure that out later. For now, let’s focus on leading the conversation.

“What atrocity?”

Just leaning over the axe and asking the question made Pazson’s representative, Bisil, flinch and his guards squeak. He showed himself so confidently that I thought he had some kind of power, but judging by his reaction, it doesn’t seem like that.

While I was feeling anxious in another sense, wondering if he still didn’t understand the situation after doing all this, the fat man answered while leaving Pazson’s secret room to listen to my question and bewildered.

“What atrocities! You attacked the Allied forces’ camp without permission and massacred innocent soldiers!”

“Never done that before.”

“What the hell is that···!”

“You are not innocent”

I answered while cutting off the fat guy’s words. This time, he flinched and stepped back. I unconsciously scratched my head as I sighed, but then I remembered that my gloves were covered in blood and that I was still wearing my helmet, so I just sighed.

“You blocked the road under the pretext of protecting Levien, robbed the innocent people of Itisel under the pretext of paying tolls, and as if that wasn’t enough, you undermined the authority of the Itisel royal family by impersonating official duties. Oh, and you even accused those who refused to comply of being spies. So you are not innocent at all.”

“This is nonsense!”

“This is something that can be proven just by the testimonies of those who were able to enter Levien and those who were not able to enter.”

“How can we use the words of common people who do not even know the old national laws as testimony···”

The last words came from Bisil’s mouth, not Ttungtaeng’s. Ttungtaeng, who had been expected to maintain a neutral attitude, instead backed away with his pupils shaking. Thanks to this, he was able to find out where the guys who had been looting under the pretext of checking belonged.

“I see. The plundering here was the will of the Kingdom of Pazson.”

“Plunder! Even if he is a warrior of the Demon God, such a false accusation is···”

And, recalling the greatness of the old adage that a thief’s own feet are numb, he threw the axe at Bisil’s feet, aiming for her feet. Before the soldiers and knights who were supposedly guarding her could react, the axe flew away and landed on the ground with a heavy sound.

“Heeeeeek?!”

The moment the axe splashed blood-soaked mud and splashed up to his face, Bisil’s gaze turned to the axe, not realizing what had happened, and only after a bizarre scream rang out did the guards hastily raise their shields and rush around the bastard.

“What are you guys doing!? Are you planning on protecting my body after I die!? Don’t do it right?!”

It was quite amusing to watch the faces of the escorts rotting away in real time as they were cursed at by Bisil, who was getting angry at a rapid rate while pretending to have difficulty breathing at any moment. It was as if they knew from the beginning that they couldn’t stop her, but they followed her to do their duty, so why do they deserve this kind of treatment?

What can I do, they chose it themselves? If you want to blame them, blame Bisil, who can’t get angry at me directly.

As I shook my head at the pitiful sight and reached out to retrieve the axe, the middle-aged man who had been silent until then frowned even more and spoke for the first time.

“No matter how much of a warrior you are, aren’t you being too reckless?”

Just as I was about to snap at him to stop making excuses, he stepped forward and started talking about things that were too problematic for the leader of those who had come all the way to another country to commit plunder.

“You threaten with force in front of the nobles representing each country? And then you claim to have carried out justice yourself?”

The way they shouted in a powerful voice as if they were giving a speech was to the extent of openly shouting in my ear, ‘I’m going to start doing politics from now on.’ Strictly speaking, it’s true that they did something wrong, so there’s no problem in refuting that claim, but what I’m aiming for today isn’t a problem that can be ended with such a small-scale incident, so I didn’t agree with it.

“Who are you to suddenly start talking nonsense?”

Instead, he tripped and fell again. Then the middle-aged man wrinkled his nose and answered.

“This is Zagnella Bus Beluinio.”

And then he glares at me as if to say, ‘Do you know who I am?’

I was shocked by the self-introduction of CEO Pazson, who was still lying there and couldn’t get up, but I was even more shocked by the confidence he had, which I don’t know where it came from, but he acted as if he really knew himself.

“The self-introductions are a mess. Some people only say their country’s name, while others only say their own name. Is there a law that says I have to know each and every one of you?”

I wanted to start a conversation and everything, but I held back and kept telling him to introduce himself properly. For some reason, the face of the middle-aged man who introduced himself as Jagnella started to turn bright red.

“What? Are you really saying that nothing comes to mind when you hear my name?”

“I don’t like repeating myself, but why do you think I know you?”

I’m so dumbfounded. If someone saw me, they’d think I was insulted.

Is it possible that my frustration and irritation are being covered up by the pitch, and that’s why I keep reacting like that? If there wasn’t a representative, I would have just started by hitting, but really…

“Are you really going to say that you don’t remember Gwillow Bus Beluin!!”

… As I thought about it, a middle-aged man named Zagnella shouted at me as if something had exploded.

Gwill···?

“Who is that?”

I really don’t know

If it weren’t for the helmet, I would have picked at his ear and asked him. Looking at his appearance, I think he mistook me for someone or someone who died by my hand… Are there just one or two such guys?

Rather, I was furious because of that twisted noble symbol that wanted me to remember every single thing, and the person in question was gritting his teeth as if he was the worst person in the world and was about to foam at the mouth.

“He is my son who would have devoted himself to the kingdom as the next Commander of the Magic Knights if you had not killed him at the Imperial Academy!”

Oh, was that him?

After hearing the story, the image of the guy came to mind and overlapped with the man looking at me with bloodshot eyes. It wasn’t just the appearance that overlapped. Now that I look at it, the large ring with a jewel on it seems similar to the ring that bastard was wearing back then.

Even the seemingly insignificant temperament and common sense are similar!

“I was so stupid because I resembled that Ludra?”

It was so touching that forgotten memories came back vividly, so I answered the bastard’s cries with a hollow laugh, but Zagnella ended up foaming at the mouth.

It was a really unsightly sight to see someone come out and pretend to do politics.

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