Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Two more weeks had passed since he rented the horn fragments of Saint Deoni from Princess Eselua.

All the while, the wires flowed surprisingly calmly. The situation and atmosphere were so one-sided that if the Humans advance, the Demon Army retreats, but if the Demon Army expands the front line too much while holding the full force, it is certain that they will not be able to cope with the demons’ combat power and will return to their original positions in an instant. Because of that, we couldn’t push forward recklessly.

That’s because the difference in specs from race value was enormous. It’s to the point where you realize once again that the gap you’ve made up for and endured so far is tantamount to a miracle.

Maybe it was a miracle that really came from the consideration of the gods. Considering the balance Lumings spoke of, it might be that something transcendent, not just the gods, cast a weight for balance.

Of course, that doesn’t mean the fight didn’t happen at all. Local warfare continued steadily, and the Demon King’s army, which had become noisy internally in the form of divine punishment, handed over the advantage to us without being able to deal with it properly.

Those two weeks were a time when I personally went through a lot of things.

It was because the kingdom was turned upside down after the unheard-of declaration that I was a human warrior of the Demonic Church, under the official protection of the Empire, the Imperial Spiritual Assembly, and the Holy Light Cross Society, which had kept Saint Belessica intact with my unintended help.

At first, I wondered if it would have quite a negative repercussion, since not all people like me, who only gossip about the demons without feeling anything, but since the two largest religious groups along with the empire were happening at the same time, it was said that nothing like that happened.

On the front lines, the people who were full of mulberries after seeing my unexpected performance were literally a unit unit, so the atmosphere was rather welcoming of such a notification.

If I had to compare it, would it be more like the feeling that a colleague who made a contribution received the treatment he deserved? In fact, what puzzled me even more than the overall atmosphere was the support of the Empire, which raised the quality of the tent in an instant.

[…Therefore, Empire Esnua has maintained friendly relations by cooperating with the warriors who protect humanity for the sake of the continent’s well-being, and Eldmia Ega, the hero of the Demonic Church, is also a hero of the Imperial Spiritual Assembly based on the feats he has shown so far. I concluded that it is right to receive equal treatment and support from […]
 
Hearing the long proclamation beginning with … resound from the encampment, it was scary to wonder what was going on, so many people came in carrying things.

In the past, when I was in the Kingdom’s temporary detention center, as soon as Esmuer said he was visiting, the breathtaking movement reminded me of the people who were moving things in a hurry. I had no choice but to crouch in the corner.

“What the hell is this about…”

Well, Laika should have been in Asilier’s arms most of the time, but anyway.

I pressed my temples as I watched the temporary shelter, which in an instant became as splendid as Siegfried’s tent, and then, like the ebb tide, an attendant hurriedly approached from the back of the people who quietly slipped away, handed me a letter, and left the tent with a polite greeting.

As he left, he touched a lantern-like magic tool placed near the entrance, and the noise coming from outside suddenly cut off as if it had been muted. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when I saw the contents.

[We’ll see you soon.]

I turned the letter around and shook the envelope just in case, but that was all. Looking at the extravagant letter with not a single line written on it other than the clumsily left lip marks on it, all I could do was carefully fold it and keep it so she wouldn’t be upset later.

It was three more days later that the story within the demon tribe was caught in our ears while the war continued so leisurely that it was said that the soldiers on the frontline were the most relaxed since the outbreak of the war. It was after the past.

“We’ve received a report that our liaison has succeeded in contacting the Demonic Church.”

Heading to the tent at the sudden call of Eselua, a fairly serious story immediately jumped out.

However, despite bringing up such a serious story, the only people gathered were the regular members of the warrior party. As if no one else would come, as soon as I entered, Esselua, who used soundproofing magic, naturally invited me to sit down and put a document on the table in front of my seat.

“Fortunately, thanks to the token you lent, it went smoothly. To put it simply, the purge within the Demonic Church has already entered the final stages. They say that the inside of the Demonic Territory is in a very turbulent state.”

When I glanced at the tea given to me by the self-destructing saintess with a suspicious look on my face, the self-destructing saintess violently slapped me as if feeling unfair.

“…It’s not easy to feel because it’s far from the front line.”

No matter how stupid she is, there will be no poisoning in the car now, but just in case, after trying to purify herself with the sex method she had learned from Saint Deoni, she sipped slightly.

Unlike Siegfried and Entire, who looked at our subtle quarrels as if it were strange, Princess Esselua, whom I hadn’t seen before, nodded with a serious face and raised her teacup.

“That’s right. In terms of scale, the demons also have territories and supplies comparable to the empire. Of course, it’s correct to assume that the location of the headquarters of the Demonic Cult also has an impact…” “Is it the center of the demons?
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“No. It’s closer to the southeast end. It’s starting from the opposite side of the front line.”

Slightly surprised by the new information, I put down the teacup and looked over the report, and I saw a map of the demonic spirit and related information drawn in such detail that I wondered if it had been printed.

Indeed, as Princess Esselua had said, the headquarters of the Demonic Church was located at the end of the city, which was described as a fairly large port city. Besides that, there were additional explanations and information written down by the investigators, but what caught my eye the most was the change that had taken place within the city.

“Isn’t this almost the level of a rebellion?”

It wasn’t surprising that they went all the way to the southeast in such a short time. I heard that gates are much more common among demons than humans.

However, when I read the record of a dramatic change that made me wonder if the church was taking over the city, I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue.

“The name of the port city written in the report, from ‘Rengie Epaga Sierra’, means ‘All glory comes from Epaga’ in their ancient language. If it were a Human, it would have been classified as a separate city-state like the Barael Church. That’s a natural move.”

The Church of Barael was clearly a normal country, but when the continental territory flew away with the forces of the evil god, it became a city-state by blowing away their own territory with a single finger from God, but I was able to understand roughly what he meant.

“I don’t think the Demon King’s army will stay still, but is Saint Deoni okay?”
“Fortunately, he was still safe. However, after the ‘incident’ occurred on the front line, the pressure from the demon king intensified, so the atmosphere was changing day by day.”

It is often said that the reason why Ithiel was able to stop the demon king’s army was because, to put it mildly, the way to attack and enter the interior was limited. If there wasn’t even a part of the great mountain range that crosses the demons and Isthel right away, the academic world said it was a cold assessment that the empire had to go all out and block the water right away, right?

Unlike the frontline here, which could be maintained because the passage through which troops could be pushed was limited, that port city was enemies on all sides.

The part where Princess Eselua said ‘until now’ was more likely to be urgent than expected.

“Of course, Epagasierra wasn’t the only one who rebelled against Rengi, so people with the same will as the Demonic Cult were rising up everywhere. The problem was that the Demon King’s army was too quick to deal with it. As a result, the saintess of the Demonic Cult Our contact came in the middle of making a decision and coming up with a plan.”
“…a decision?”

When I questioned the choice of words, which was never pleasant in this situation, Princess Eselua answered with a quiet nod.

“Yes. Deoni Bire, the saintess of the Demonic Cult, is planning to join us across the Demonic Territory.”

After hearing Princess Eselua’s words, “It will be written on the last page,” I couldn’t help but doubt my eyes and ears even when I actually looked at the document.

Even if there are heresy judges and warriors of the church and gates are activated everywhere, you are positively reviewing the madness of breaking through the middle of enemy lines?

“Why the hell…?”

He questioned it with his mouth, but since the content of the document continued, he didn’t have to listen to the answer.

[The Demon King’s response was much quicker than expected, and the number of manpower seduced by the Demon God’s Church was much higher than the saintess expected. Due to a phenomenon of unknown cause, even the sacred power of the members of the church has been weakened, while the enemy’s tricks using the remnants of evil spirits are fatal. In particular, it inflicts fatal damage whenever strange monsters appear.]

[Even if the church’s forces conduct a defensive war waiting for reinforcements spread throughout the Demon Territory, the forces of the Empire and the Kingdom will not be able to endure until they defeat the Demon King or reach this place. Since the possibility is remote, the saintess is not going to go to war of attrition…]

“…When there are even a little more troops, she crosses the demonic territory and gathers troops, and finally reaches the front line and contacts the kingdom. to break through.”

It seems that our saintess is in a great crisis to the extent that she has to set up multiple camps.

A word from the writer (writer’s review) I have a personal matter, so I’m in a situation where I can’t sit down and write until Monday.

Then it’s a break! If you do, it makes no sense. Sincerity is the motto of writers.

As always, I’m going to press the reservation for the serial on Monday and write in my spare time.

The reason I have to say this is because I hope there will be no misunderstanding that I will not post on Sunday on a topic I have finished writing on and will post on Monday.

There was a case like this before, but then I was misunderstood.

It would have been less unfair if I had really written it all down, but I felt so unfair to hear those words about an article that hadn’t even been written in 300 words yet. There are people who are not interested until the end of the writer, so it can’t be helped.

Since I will inevitably work on my phone, it may be late to respond to typographical inspection comments. Please kindly look at it.

Have a nice weekend everyone!