Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Without fail, Epaga-sama, who read my thoughts, shook her head pathetically and denied my hypothesis.

[Don’t think it’s weird. Originally, those who build their own feats start like that. So did I.]
“Yes?”

I heard that he had definitely ascended to heaven, but I was quite embarrassed because I didn’t know that he would release the story of the past like this. However, Lady Epaga just waved her hand and continued explaining as if it was nothing special.

[It is literally just a fragment, and even if mortals find it, it is at the level of considering it as a sacred power. It’s like a small fire, so if you live normally, it’ll be the same, but if you go on like this, you’ll gradually grow in size. It’s up to you.]
“What should I do if the world hates me?”
[…Even though I can read your thoughts and memories, suddenly using those words confuses me. Anyway, there’s no way to do that.]

Saying that, Epaga naturally rested her chin on the throne. Lady Epaga stroked her hair with her other hand, thought for a moment, then opened her mouth again.

[I think the reason I was able to reach this place even though I didn’t specifically call you was because of that convenience. The dragon’s blood may have had an effect… but it seems that the stronger the power of esthetics that absorbed the remnants of evil spirits was also the reason

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[Looking at your reaction now, it seems a little bit possible. For reference, Este originally had that kind of personality. To be more precise, I used to have that kind of personality in the past, but that’s right.]

It was definitely what I wanted to ask first, but why did I end up in a situation where I couldn’t understand it even more when you told me exactly?

Since Epaga reads my thoughts without having to say anything, instead of asking questions, I sat cross-legged so that it was easier for me to listen.

[The Holy Spear Esthe that I used before my ascension still exists on the continent. It is unknown what situation it was placed in because the connection was cut off, but it must be in the hands of the Demon King along with other holy relics. The beauty in your sword is more like an unintended result of the excessive divine power when I directly intervened and punished you.] To sum it up, Epaga-sama’s divine power on the

sword, which rose to a higher level while working on achievements with me, When I plugged it in, it was like the esthetic copy bug had exploded. Epaga, who stuck her tongue out in admiration for my innate summarizing ability, pressed her temples as if a headache ached, but didn’t stop talking.

[Actually, I don’t know why this result came out. Este was a weapon with an ego from the beginning, and it was only treated as a sacred object because I ascended to heaven. Even while living as a mortal, I haven’t heard of a sacred object with an ego being born in this form, so I can only say that it’s an unusual case.] “…Then, is the personality of the sacred esthete very different?
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[It is a natural process for a being with an ego to mature.]

Indeed, I was convinced in one shot. It’s because he’s older than him.

Epaga-sama, who seemed insignificant to inform you that after the esthetic treatment, there would be changes in magical power and other things due to having a gourd of dragon’s blood on her, she first mentioned the questions that arose while listening to you. gave it

[There is no way to stop the growth of the divinity you have already embraced. It’s like proof of the impact your actions have had on the world. As I said at the beginning, if you just live a normal life, you will end up on the sidelines. However, if you keep walking along the path you have chosen, it will continue to grow. I don’t know how far you can reach… but you’ll know the changes you make yourself. It’s not good for me to say.]
“Why?”

I didn’t think it was because I had preconceived notions. No matter how much Epaga says, I’m not the kind of person who listens to everything and tries to implement it like faithful followers.

Fortunately, the answer came back as soon as I questioned it this time.

[What we are having now is not a simple conversation. It is like a revelation to believers. And revelation becomes a burden to mortals the more information they try to understand. If you give an example based on your memory… You will be put in a situation similar to overloading your brain by gaining too much knowledge at once.] “…It will bounce off.
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[Even if you wake up, you will be bounced back enough that there will be an aftermath. Revelation is abstract for a reason. After

hearing the explanation, I understood the mental burden that goes back and forth every time we talk.

After all, it is the sound of a kind of information download.

If you have a lot of information, you don’t have to receive it, so the burden is small. If it goes beyond what it can handle, it will be forcibly ejected due to data overload and returned to its real body.

[In that sense, I can’t tell you much about the Demonic Realm yet. For now, just know that they are the traces left by the evil spirits as they died on the continent.]

As evidence of that, I had to stagger as if half of my face had just been blown off just by hearing the words. Epaga’s words continued without a moment to wake up to a greater shock than the sum of all the lengthy conversations they had previously had.

[The last question is…]

I hurriedly tried to hold on to my consciousness, but it wasn’t easy because I had already left my hands. Noticing this, Epaga-sama looked at me trying to hold on somehow and answered with a smile.

[Because pure-blooded dragons extremely hate mixed-bloods.]

That smile looked somewhat miserable, unlike a god, but it wasn’t as destructive as the destructive power of the information that came out of his mouth.

“Yo, warrior!”

I woke up in a shock equivalent to hearing about the Demonic Realm.

“Are you out of your mind, warrior!”
“Thank you, my ancestors…”

I opened my eyes and flinched as if I was in a fight, and before I had time to grasp the situation, people started pouring in and asking me how I was doing.

While I was quite shocked at the fact that half of them were familiar faces, but the other half of the beastmen were completely unknown, a familiar face approached through those who were eagerly praying to Epaga-sama or ancestors, and greeted them with a glass of water.

“Did you sleep well?”
“…How long have I slept?”
“If I had slept until tomorrow, I would have had a full week. People were worried about me. Didn’t you intentionally wake up at dawn to avoid confusion?”
“Do you want to ask how long he slept?”

It’s like six days of sleep. I have a keen sense of why the process of receiving revelations by saints and women takes place in strict security. I came back to my senses while drinking the cold water Emmet gave me, and after I relaxed my shoulders and neck to make sure there was nothing wrong, I got up from the bed with the slightest movement possible.

It was intended to reassure the priests who were about to cry with emotion, but it was also because of the people who were clinging to them so much that it would be difficult to get out of bed.

“I need to visit the saintess and the great chieftain.”

Fortunately, those who were tired from nursing me no longer stood in my way.

As I left the ger with Emmet, I was greeted by a splendid campsite that was incomparable to my last memory. Perhaps because it was a funeral and festival, there were mats and kegs everywhere, so the festival could start at any time as long as people and food were filled.

At a loss for words at the much grander-than-expected preparations, I decided to just retrieve the esthetic rather than ask Emmet for an explanation.

“Are you okay?”
“Yes. It wasn’t that I slept for a long time because there was a problem, but I guess it was just a process of getting used to.”
“adaptation…?”
“Because you said you were affected by dragon blood.”
“Who… oh, it must have been a revelation.”

Emmet reacted calmly without being surprised.

In fact, I didn’t intend to explain every word, but the only thing that filled my head right away was Epaga’s last answer, so I had no time to care.

My last question is ‘why does Iranorev call demons illegitimate children?’ was

To this, Epaga replied that she was of mixed blood. Thanks to this, I began to understand why, out of countless races on the continent, only dragons and demons could use magic and even had horns on their heads.

At the same time, I was concerned about the expression ‘pure-blooded dragons’.

Without a doubt, I thought that only Iranoref would go and curse the fuck out, but if he really is just one of the many pure-blooded dragons, the story becomes a little more complicated. Because there was some kind of connection between them, there was no law saying that there shouldn’t be more crazy dragons flying around in a rage saying that Iranorev was dead.

How many more of them are there? What if, until now, Iranorev was just enduring it by fucking like a black consumer?

In the first place, beings called dragons are not interested in the mundane world, so it might be a useless worry, but it seemed necessary to talk with the saintess about this.

Thinking so, when I arrived at the place where Iranorev’s corpse was, Este dropped her long sword as if she had sensed my presence from afar.

“It’s like a dog that recognizes its owner and wags its tail.”
“One dog is enough.”

As soon as I sighed at the atrocities of the guy who was so loud that I was worried that he might wake up even sleeping people, and put my hand on the doorknob, Este’s rapid-fire words filled my head. Even though it wasn’t my intention, I felt a little sorry and listened to it until the end.

When you repeatedly complain about how you could leave yourself like this for 6 days, you pick up an esthetic with an appropriate apology. Just like Epaga-nim said, I definitely sensed that my strength had grown after eating the remnants of the evil spirit.

If it weren’t for the excessively focused attention and intermittent exclamations, I would have cut Iranorev’s corpse several times… For now, I decided to leave my regrets behind and head to the saintess’s ger.

There was no need to wake the sleeping saintess herself. As soon as I left the ger I was staying in, someone hurriedly came and woke the saintess. By the time I was almost there, the saintess had already come out.

“You’re not late for your appointment, are you?”

When I asked the saintess, who couldn’t hide her surprised expression, as if it were a light joke, a look of resentment came back to me.

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