Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 727

After her encounter with the Demon King, Cheryl often had dreams.

It was a strangely specific yet vague dream, but in the dream, I was training alone in the Ogatorp mansion, so I knew it wasn’t from a past memory.

Above all, the house in her dream is very desolate compared to her last memory. Her favorite garden is a mess, as if it has not been maintained for a dozen years, and the building is covered with fallen leaves and vines growing here and there, proving that it has not been touched by human hands.

I don’t know what it implies, but it was a strange lucid dream and a dream that could be called a dream. The house she lived in her whole life had never been left in that state. But that’s also why I have doubts.

How can he draw scenes he has never seen before so vividly?

When I start to have such doubts, the dream turns upside down and a different scene appears. It was a battlefield of unknown origin.

Even if she tried to recall her memories just in case, this was a battlefield she had never seen before. Cheryl’s eyebrows furrowed as she saw herself fighting with a sword among the demons who were unilaterally slaughtering the human race.

What kind of crude swordsmanship is this? And why is he using his crude skills to cut down humans instead of demons?

While he was wondering if a dream could be this vivid, another Cheryl was added one after another as if a piece of translucent cloth was being placed over him, who was in a much more worn-out state than when he was with Siegfried and his party.

Countless Cheryls wield various swords, each with a different outfit and face.

There are times when they are somewhat tolerable, but there are also times when they forget the basics and give in to their emotions. However, there is one thing that all of these Cheryls have in common: their swords are always aimed at the human race.

Although they often cut down people regardless of race, such an appearance is so rare that it can be easily copied by other Cheryls. The appearance of swinging a sword while expressing only madness or anger is closer to an animal than a human in the eyes of Cheryl now.

Cheryl, who felt a sense of dissonance with her dream image and yet did not wake up, questioned why she was having such dreams, and was troubled by her dream self running wild despite her miserable skills being so bad that it was hard to keep her eyes open.

It probably wasn’t a precognitive dream.

Although she looked older than she is now, the difference was not more than 10 years. It wasn’t a short period of time, but she judged that it was impossible for her swordsmanship to be ruined to that extent even if she tried hard.

The basics are something that is engraved in your body, not something you remember with your head. Even so, in my dream, I act as if I don’t know the basics, so I wonder if it’s because someone’s terrible swordsmanship that I saw at the academy lingers in my mind and I’m trying to warn myself.

While replaying the fight with the enemy called Noi Tanissa and recalling the sword he swung with all his might to stop the Demon King at the end, and trying to find a way forward, I don’t know what kind of warning he can give with such a sight that looks like his eyes are going to rot.

In the end, without any warning, the world turns upside down again and another scene unfolds, and what unfolds like that is related to her death.

It seems like an extension of fighting the same race, and they all die one after another, either killed by the race, taken prisoner, shot, or executed. They were all miserable deaths with nothing comfortable, but Cheryl, who was watching them, was indifferent.

At this point, I started to think that this might not be an ordinary dream.

If I was seeing hallucinations due to external factors, I would have panicked because the situation was getting serious, but no matter how much I thought about it, it didn’t seem like that, so it was a possible reaction. It was an extremely bland experience where I was just watching someone die right before my eyes, without any contact or pain, so I decided that it couldn’t have been a mental attack.

The hypothesis that it was a precognitive dream was already shattered by the terrible swordplay we saw earlier… What on earth is going on?

At that moment, as her doubts deepened, Cheryl woke up from her dream with the feeling of someone’s hand on her shoulder.

“Are you the child who created space?”

It wasn’t a familiar voice. That was understandable, since Cheryl had never really had a conversation with the being called Thought.

“I guess you dug too deep, perhaps because of your great talent and fate. That boundary is dangerous because it could easily connect to the outside world if you’re not careful. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to help you.”

“···yes?”

Of course, it’s not that Cheryl hates ideology or anything. To be exact, the biggest reason is that there was no need to talk about it until now, and she thought that it was not only her but also everyone else’s ideology.

That’s why I would have been embarrassed even if I had just greeted him normally, but when he suddenly started saying things I didn’t understand and offered to help me, I was just embarrassed regardless of everything else.

“I… don’t really understand what you’re talking about.”

“Huh? Didn’t you just approach the boundary with only consciousness?”

“···I was just sleeping·’

Seeing Cecil answering truthfully but showing something suspicious on her face, Sanyeom belatedly understood the situation and nodded.

“I didn’t realize it. There’s still time before I talk to Eldmia, so let’s talk for a bit.”

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My schedule as the warrior Eldmia was really hectic.

My physical abilities were superior to those of ordinary people, so I didn’t feel tired, but apart from that, the schedule that had to be broken down into minutes was enough to drain my mental power.

Thanks to that, I, who had never kept to a schedule in my previous life, now know deep down what a murderous schedule is. The first day, when I was able to spend time with the Laughing Bell group at the graves of the dead guys, was the most leisurely, and the five days that followed were the only days when I had no freedom other than sleeping.

But that was the last day of that too. The city’s festive atmosphere didn’t seem to be fading, but my role was somewhat finished, so I had some free time, and as soon as I was able to catch my breath, I headed to the library to follow what Mr. Sanyeom had said.

As I approached the entrance to the library, the first thing that greeted me was the ominous sight of a hole in the inner wall and the surrounding terrain being destroyed, but what really caught my eye was not that tragedy, but Sanyeom and Cheryl having a conversation inside.

Was there really such an exchange that they could have a conversation like that? To be honest, since they were not the type to talk first, it was a sight that made me wonder how the conversation was even possible.

So I approached him with a very light heart and spoke to him.

I shouldn’t have done that.

“Huh? He’s interfering with other dimensions?”

Because the story was too big to cut to the chase and get to the main point.

“Strictly speaking, it is possible. It is only a small gap the size of a needle hole. However, even cracks in a huge dam start from such small gaps, so I think it is not bad to be careful.”

The person who made the bombshell statement was, as always, extremely calm, but Nana and Cheryl, who were listening to the story, were not like that.

“What the hell did you do?”

“······How did it come to this?”

“I’m really going to die”

Cheryl cautiously guessed that the cause might be that he had used Space Spell beyond its limit to stop the Demon King, but this was something that no one but the person involved could know.

For now, leaving the reason aside and listening to the story in more detail, he said that he saw a completely different version of himself than his current self in a dream-like situation. As soon as I heard it, my mind, which had been exposed to numerous media in my past life, almost began to contemplate the parallel universe, but before I could even get excited, Sanyeom-nim spoke first.

“Honestly, it’s surprising. Space-cutting inspectors aren’t common, but at least in my remaining memory, there’s no one among them who has shown the same phenomenon as you. It might have something to do with the fact that you suddenly awakened to your powers at a young age, but for now, I think it’s better to learn how to close the cracks and keep your distance rather than being obsessed with such doubts.”

“Uh… It’s not that I don’t trust you, Mr. Sanyeom, but from the perspective of the listener, it doesn’t seem as easy as it sounds. Is that okay?”

When I asked him indirectly, “How can we be careful when dimensions are not visible to the naked eye?”, Sanyeom-nim simply nodded as if it was nothing.

“If I had to use a metaphor, it’s just a situation where Cheryl’s sword is too sharp and cuts things that shouldn’t be cut, so it’s not that difficult. It’s just a way to get used to the feeling that ‘you should only cut up to here,’ so there’s no problem.”

“In other words, you can cut as much as you want whenever you want.”

When Cheryl, who was next to me, nodded in agreement to my reasonable question, Sanyeom-nim smiled as if he was embarrassed and answered the question.

“Well, if there is something good to be gained by cutting it, then you can have such thoughts. However, opening the dimensional boundary does not bring any good to the person involved. The world will not collapse, nor will it be possible to cross over. Only the person observing it will lose their mind or go crazy. That is why I said it is dangerous.

And Cheryl and I looked at each other while listening to the explanation, nodded at the same time, and spoke at the same time without any hesitation:

“Let’s start right now.”

The child almost became a wreck.

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