Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

There was no process of recovering or recovering the corpses of the corroding bodies. That’s what other units have to do.

It is said that a priest is called to purify and burn the body. At the moment when I wondered if the remnants of evil spirits would disappear in that form, Este, who read my worries, stepped forward and explained.

[are you okay. I looked at it during the fight earlier, and they’ll disappear soon because their energy is really insignificant.]

It was a really helpful answer, but on the other hand, it also meant that if the energy wasn’t insignificant, it wouldn’t disappear and could have a negative effect, so it made me more disturbed.

“Two in the square, one near District 3, one I caught earlier… four in one day. Not good.”

The reasons were different, but I wasn’t the only one disturbed.

Even if the battle itself ended easily, the threat of the corroding body was not easy, so Taji’s expression was more serious than when he confronted us.

“It was quiet yesterday, so can’t we just assume that it happened?”
“If it’s a structure that’s driven like that, that’s a problem. What if 20 of those guys come in? Or if there’s more reserve?”

Nervously scratching his head, Taji took out a leather pouch from his bosom, opened the map inside, and began to look around. Then, with an even more serious expression, he explained to the soldiers.

“Even the location that appeared was on the side of the street. It was purely coincidental that our group was able to come here. If we hadn’t guided the Count, the saint Lavisier and the pioneer Carl Kansi, who had helped us, we would have gone on patrol to the west intersection. Then what would have happened? is it the same?”

Tension lingers on the faces of the soldiers listening to the story. It was such a clear reaction that even I, who did not know the topography of Leitor, could tell that a bad result had been drawn. Taji changed the topic by showing a reaction as if he wanted to understand instead of clicking his tongue saying he was pathetic at seeing such soldiers.

“I’m waiting for the clean-up team to come. I’ll guide them again.”

And that was a good thing for us too. The purpose of coming here was to understand the situation and meet the Count, not to deal with the corroding body.

As if he wanted to prepare for an unexpected situation, Taji’s steps were faster than before, so it was an instant to leave the plaza and head to the gate where the headquarters was located.

Taji stopped in the center of the city center, which had been renovated to give off the feeling of being an army camp, while receiving stares from other soldiers, grabbed a guard who was on duty, explained the situation, and greeted us.

“I can’t talk for a long time because of the situation. I hope we have a chance to talk separately later. You guys must be busy too, so thank you for your help.”

He arrived before the appearance of an additional erosion body and spoke cheerfully, asking to hear the story, but it seems that today was not the day. Even so, he turned around without regret and followed the soldiers to the place where he went to do his work and went to the large building that was originally used as an inn.

It was not empty words, it was a place so big that even the stables made me wonder if it was really the biggest inn in the city.

The stable, which seems to fit up to five six-headed wagons, is full of warhorses, not the horses of adventurers or travelers, and stakes are driven into the flower beds that seem to have been planted with flowers. I don’t know if it’s actually been fought once or if it’s brought from somewhere else, but a couple of the stakes have changed their color from eating blood.

While me and Carl Kansi, who discovered that there were traces of breaking down walls and expanding the space, seriously bet on whether the innkeeper would have sold the building for a reasonable price or been forced out, the soldier guiding us was sitting on a wide table. Looking at the large maps and objects placed there, he slightly raised his voice in front of those who were in a serious meeting.

“The guests introduced by the foreign sergeant will want to see the Count.”

Then, like a lie, the hum stopped and all eyes fell on us. Up to that point, nothing had happened, but it was a little strange that the voices of the soldiers in the other space without a wall naturally faded as the people conducting the meeting kept their mouths shut.

Is the situation so urgent that even mere soldiers pay attention to the mood of the commanders, or are they worried about abnormal situations because they trust them that much?

The one who reacted in the midst of not knowing the inside story was a middle-aged man with shiny hair that made me wonder if there would be a halo when the sun was shining.

“Taji?”

The horns protruding upward from the forehead remind us not of demons, but of demons from previous lives. The left horn has been cut off in half, probably because of a recent fierce battle, but I can assure you that if both horns were intact, it would have been possible to headbutt so hot that even Saint Deoni’s face could be seen.

That alone is impressive enough, but the armor he’s wearing looks heavier and thicker than what others are wearing, drawing attention once again. Even with a fur cloak wrapped around his shoulders, his stomach felt huge even though he was the same height as me.

However, unlike all those combinations, another point is that the face that slowly raises its head is strangely naive. He doesn’t even have a beard, which makes him look oddly younger than the others who grow beards.

“Yes! The guests are the pioneer Carl Kansi and the Saint of Punishment, Lavisier, and they say they have information about Epaga Sierra and the monsters in Lengie!”

The soldier’s answer created a buzz again.

Some people reacted to the word Rengei, and some responded to our name, but most of them responded the most to information about monsters.

“Good work.”

The only one who reacted calmly and consistently was Count Leitor. As he waved his hand along with a short congratulations, the soldier, who had finished a moderate salute, left his seat without looking back, and Count Leitor began to stare at me with an expressionless face that made it hard to know what he was thinking.

To the point where I want to overdo it a bit. Just as he was about to look to see if something was wrong, another knight next to him cautiously opened his mouth.

“Count. You have to tell me first.”
“Oh, no. I made a mistake. I’m sorry.”

I managed to hold back the moment I almost burst into laughter. His expression still hasn’t changed, but I could feel his sincerity in his reaction as he slightly raised his eyes and flinched with the feeling of ‘Oops!’.

“The only time I’ve had guests outside lately is to split the heads of monsters. Nice to meet you. I’m the lord of this place, Pasirosa Ur Sepia del Lightor.”

He was a man full of gaps, from his looks to his actions and his name.

“My name is Ethan Lavishire.”
“My name is Carl Kansi.”

Contrary to the curious glances from others pouring in on me, who just in case, greeted me according to the etiquette I learned from Count Timsive, and Carl Kansi, who greeted me as politely as possible, if not the etiquette, Count Leitor lightly nodded his head and casually invited me to sit down.

“There is no need to doubt that Taji has guaranteed your identity. Rumors about you spread even here in Leitor. It’s nice to meet a true believer who appeared in a difficult and difficult time.”

After a short conversation, he was a very plain person for a nobleman.

It wasn’t just because they were demons, the other nobles in the church procession, led by Count Timshive, were like nobles, and the other commanders present here also had a noble feeling.

However, none of them raised any objection to Count Leitor’s plainness. Seeing that he looks very familiar, it seems that he is originally like this.

“Will it be only Count Leitor who raised his voice without giving in to the persecution of the Demon King Army?”
“Unlike you, I’m an aristocrat, so I just didn’t have a choice. As a successor to Leitor, I can’t ignore my duty.”

There are so many people in the world who ignore it.

He built up a stack of likes every time he spoke, stopped the meeting for a while, moved to a room that had been converted into his own private room, and even showed consideration to bring food and drinks before getting into the main subject.

“It might be inconvenient to speak surrounded by soldiers right away. I can’t leave my adjutant in the name of security, but I can trust this friend, so speak as comfortably as possible.”

I was wondering how to create a natural environment where I can be alone while paying attention, but I never thought it would be so easy.

Once again, I admired the personality of the count of Leitor and released the magic and divine power without hesitation.

“Actually, I am a warrior, and the church has come all the way to help you.”

And I didn’t forget to choose the esthetic carefully so as not to buy a vigilance for a clear visual effect.

Count Leitor and his lieutenant, who had been watching my actions with calm expressions until just a moment ago, looked at each other, then at Este, then slowly looked at me, and then saw the light pouring from Este again, only to be astonished.