Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Under the enthusiastic response of the saintess Deoni and the heresy judges, the process of finding the magic tools of the Demon King’s Army proceeded quite quickly.

[this way! It’s this way!]

…Actually, I really don’t want to admit it, but rather than their response, the sudden speechless navigation ability of the pseudo-sacred sword was the result of tremendous results.

Maybe it wasn’t that he was speechless, but my speech was open, but it was an undeniable fact that if you followed his chatter and directions, magic tools would pop out unconditionally.

But apart from that, it couldn’t be revealed that the sound of the Holy Sword could be heard properly.

[Oh really! this way! This way… Oh? Do you have a bit of an eye? Is it because this body’s strength has become stronger?!]
[Yes, a little more… right! I don’t know about anything else, but when it comes to breaking something, there’s nothing like a master!]
[Hehehe, hehehe. It permeates… it becomes stronger…]

Because of the noisy holy sword that doesn’t sit still and talks about Chinese poems even though he thinks that no one is listening to him.

As soon as he knows that I understand him, he desperately pretends not to know, because he has no idea what kind of disaster will happen.

“As expected, increasing the power of the holy sword seems to have been the right choice, warrior. The speed of finding magic tools is getting faster and faster.”

Since I didn’t reveal these grievances on the outside, the saintess, who doesn’t know my inner thoughts at all, is repeating ‘It was a good choice too’ in order to ease the worries I had when I first broke the statue.

The reason why my expression is so sad right now is not because of those past worries.

[then! of course! After all, the saintess knows something!]

Whenever that happens, the maddened holy sword utters unheard-of words and praises the saintess for her cleverness. Of course, after that, he just preaches his superiority.

To be honest, I lived my whole life without knowing what it felt like to have my ears bleed, but now I think I do.

After finding the magic tool hidden in the first idol, it was possible to move without eating for almost half a day, but the chatter of the holy sword that seemed to be stuck in the head rather than the eardrum was enough to exhaust people.

“H-Hero? Did you feel burdened somewhere in the process of absorbing the power of the monster? You seem to have become very emaciated…
” At best, I’m going to use a lot of mana and divine power to move, so what’s the point of being tired?] That’s

enough to make my companions worry.

I’m not joking, I think I’m going crazy. It’s like having a different pair of earphones in each ear and then having four songs running at the same time and being forced to listen to them all separately.

Still, in order to prevent a bigger disaster, we had to endure it. it will happen someday

“No, I’m just a little hungry. Shall we finish here and have dinner?”
[no! I will eat more! I’m still lacking!]

As if I was lacking in vitamins, I answered as mildly as possible, feeling like my face would go into convulsions. Judging from the reaction, it seemed that he had forgotten that he had skipped meals because he was so absorbed in destroying the evil spirit’s abomination.

“It’s a speed from the middle, so I’m a bit excited. Let’s return to the temple.”
“That’s right. I haven’t looked around half of the city yet, so I think I’ll check a few more places at night after dinner and then look around the rest tomorrow. The warrior says he’s fine, but he looks tired.”

A team member who knows how to be considerate of each other is always a beautiful thing, but that fact is even more poignant because the day was especially tiring due to the chatter of the holy sword. Thanks to that, I was able to respond with a smile to the Heretic Judge who cared about me.

“Thank you for your consideration…”

No, I tried to reciprocate.

[I can’t! Will you eat only you? I can’t live without eating too! saintess! how could you do this to me This is a betrayal!]

It would have been possible if the holy sword hadn’t intervened, talking absurdly.

As soon as I heard him talk as if he had starved himself on the subject he had been eating all day, the lid opened reflexively and his hand gripped the hilt was strained.

Not only in the hands, but also in the mouth.

“You conscienceless me…!”

This is why, when fatigue builds up, it is a law to stop work quickly and rest.

I froze with my gaze on the holy sword, and while the others froze in amazement at my action, only the holy sword, which had been maintaining a strange silence, spoke first.

[…Master…?]
“Fuck…” [Did you hear me, Master? Did you hear me? From when on earth?!
Did you hear it from the time you hit me?
sir…?”

I had to put my hand up for a while because my head was not organized.

The holy sword has no snout. As a kind of thought, it is close to conveying the doctor like words.

[Wow, really disappointing, owner! How long have we been together? Can you hold on for more than half a day pretending to be okay? You hate me? Are you bothered? I couldn’t do it, but I ignored it? Eh? Then you ‘ve heard all the insults against the owner, child.

thought it was

Not at all. The transmission speed of the thoughts was purely controlled by the Holy Sword itself.

“Please, speak slowly.”
[Oh, sorry. I got so excited.]
“Oh my God! Is the Holy Sword conveying its thoughts through thoughts?!”

I wanted to throw it away right away because I was wandering around with the feeling of ‘Etkyung!’, but I couldn’t because I was so moved by the eyes of the saintess and heresy judges looking at the holy sword.

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After returning to the Demon Shrine, there was an uproar. The reason, of course, was the holy sword.

To me, it was so close to the terrible Two Much Talker that I wanted to seal the mouth, but on the surface, it is the supreme holy relic that not only absorbs and purifies the twisted power of evil spirits, but also expresses one’s intentions.

Even if no one but me could hear that voice, who would doubt that the hero and the saint said that the holy sword was conveying their words?

As a result, the holy sword is now being enshrined in the chapel of the temple and receiving the prayers of countless believers.

[ha ha ha! okay! This is me!]

With pathetic laughter that only I can hear, and full of nonsense.

Sitting on the second floor of the chapel with a tired body, dipping into stew and bread, and watching the endless procession of visitors, I quietly opened my mouth to tell the truth to the saintess who was happily watching the scene spread out on the first floor.

“That must be the Holy Sword of the Twisted Nether. There’s no way that Lady Epaga would have put such frivolous girlish will on the Holy Sword.”
“…is that enough?”
“Even now I’m narcissistic. Praise more, don’t doubt the devil. What are you talking about?”
“…Well, I don’t think it’s particularly wrong.”

okay. That’s not wrong. The problem lies only in the speech of that holy sword.

I didn’t say that until then, but the saintess who saw my grouchy expression showed an awkward smile as if she had noticed it to some extent.

[I’m right! A symbol of the blessing that Mother Epaga bestowed on this world! Este Pirelli Agas! Praise him even more!]
“…She says her name is Este Pirelli Agas.”
“Mmm, if that’s true, it’s an indisputable relic.”

‘Really?’ but fortunately the saintess didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he quietly sat next to me and continued his explanation. “The weapon known to have been used by the Demon God before

ascending to heaven is the Holy Spear Este Pairelli Agath.
Are you saying you fought with a chatterbox?”
“Uh, it’s a little different. Epaga was a weapon that was with her until the moment she ascended to heaven after gaining divine status.

Even so, she grumbled that it was hard to believe where that frivolous ego came from and chewed on the bread. The saintess stroked her left horn and cautiously added,

“But… honestly, it’s a situation that I don’t understand. Along with the history of the church, all the warriors used holy spear aesthetics. This is the first time that a different weapon has been blessed and the holy object has been changed. There is no record of any conversation with him.”

For a moment, doubts arose as to whether the holy sword that was being prayed for by the believers on the first floor was a real sword… but I shrugged my shoulders thinking that I was not in a position to doubt such a thing.

“Hmm, it’s strange, but it feels like there’s nothing new to be surprised about when a hero comes out of the human race.”
“Fufufu, I heard that too. In fact, when it comes to something unusual, Eldmia-sama can be said to be the first.”

Wouldn’t there be a chance to ask Epa about those things later when he sees you again?

Thinking about that, I lowered my gaze again, and the Holy Sword, who was laughing as if he was going to die, spoke to me.

[Are you watching, Master? This is me!]

Thanks to that, I started not understanding one thing.

It must have been completely removed from the body, so how are you talking to it? Could it be that it is a side effect of the increased influence while absorbing the divine power? So you’re saying you can’t escape that chatter for the rest of your life?

I stopped eating and focused on the serious situation in the world, staring at him, until a sharp blade came into my field of vision.

“…Ha, look at that thing rolling its head.”

It was still in a state of restoration, but the sword body was missing a piece that should have been separate from it. As soon as I saw it, I used my magic.

[Ah! I left it there on purpose!]

Sure enough, when I used my magic to sweep my body, the remaining sword fragments that were stuck in the scabbard came up. After flicking it with my finger and flying it toward the Holy Sword, the voice of the guy in my head faded away like a lie.

“The future is really bleak.”

A sigh came out of my head at the thought of a holy sword.

The sword pieces I bounced naturally flew into the holy sword and filled the empty space while everyone bowed their heads in prayer.

Then, the guy physically shuddered as if he was complaining that the communication method was blocked, and the people who were praying were even more delighted to see it, saying that the holy sword would bestow blessings.

So many misunderstandings were mixed, but we couldn’t pour cold water on it, so the saintess and I quietly watched the scene for a while.

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