Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

The effect of the impression I gave was a little too good. A small incident occurred in which both the count and the lieutenants knelt down and praised Epaga, declaring that they would continue to devote themselves without giving up their faith.

I calmed them down by hiding my embarrassment as much as possible, and first of all, I asked them to keep quiet about what happened today in order to avoid the eyes of the special operation department.

Fortunately, there was no need for painful persuasion, as the two of them were fully aware of the fact that my existence would not be revealed until the internal strife in Leitor was completely settled, or even if it were revealed, there would be no one to deliver the news to.

“How about staying here in the name of consulting to help us for a while? You can cut it off, or you can avoid the special ops investigation and unnecessary suspicion.”

Contrary to popular opinion, Count Leitor, whose speed of thinking is extraordinary, showed active cooperation by going one step further and even coming up with a plan. For a moment, I wondered why a person of this size was being evaluated as being brute force instead of having a bad brain, but soon came to the conclusion that even that would make sense if it was the goal.

Of course, it would be more convenient when dealing with enemies to be recognized as possessing martial arts rather than martial arts. If I had lost such a reliable ally, I would have been tired in many ways.

Other than that, it was all about passing on some information that the church held. The difference between the corroding bodies, the existence of the workshop and puppeteers who control them, and the expression of Count Leitor, who was informed of their activity radius, etc., seemed like he had met a savior.

“If we find the studio and the doll master, we’ll have to capture them alive as much as possible.”

We heretic judges really frugally sucked the marrow of the puppeteers we captured in the first battle.

However, in the end, since he was only a specialized soldier, the information he knew was limited, and it was necessary to catch as many of them as possible and cross-verify them.

“It’s not enough to guarantee the safety of our allies, so the basic policy is to prioritize killing.”
“I’ll be careful.”

We talked for about 30 minutes and finished sharing information about the corroded body, and we were able to move to the accommodation following the guidance of the adjutant.

In the process, I learned that this inn was not forcibly requisitioned, but that it was bought entirely with Count Leitor’s own money.

It didn’t take too long to move because it was an empty room in the same building. As soon as we parted ways with the adjutant after a light greeting and entered the dorm, Carl Kansi smiled cheerfully and opened his mouth.

“Our guests aren’t just good at fighting, aren’t they also good at teething?”

I’ll bring you a meal, so I decided to fully enjoy Count Leitor’s consideration to get rid of travel poisoning, and as I unpacked my luggage, I smiled inwardly at the fact that there was an expression of grinding my teeth on this side as well, and replied lightly as if to counter it.

“When it’s not solved by force, it’s the kind of person who thinks it’s right to think about whether it’s not enough force, but isn’t there a time when this kind of thing works better for the same side?”

I laughed and tried to continue my conversation, but muttered, ‘…is that right?’ and left behind Carl Kansi, who was in trouble, and unpacked his luggage.

I feel a little sorry for the people who must be running hard, but I can’t pretend to be a guest and put a strain on the Count’s reputation, so it was time to polish it.

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Soha Shinore thought.

Lately, things really, really don’t seem to be working out.

“Isn’t it right to suspect the demon’s involvement at this level…”
“Yes?”

He just muttered something, but Soha looked at the puppeteer, who was excessively surprised and trembling, with calm eyes, and sighed briefly.

“soliloquy.”
“Oh, sorry.”

I didn’t really blame it, but Soha, embarrassed by the puppet master’s reaction, scratched the back of his head and distanced himself a little.

Those who did nothing wrong but were afraid of the Special Operations Department were the kind that were difficult for Soha to understand. Having learned from experience that trying to lighten the mood by talking about it only deepens misunderstandings, he puts on his glasses to organize his thoughts until his subordinates return.

In the meantime, one of the lights in the workshop went out, and Soha’s reaction made the puppeteer’s complexion pale even more.

“It’s definitely faster.”
“I’m sorry…”

No matter how many times I told her it wasn’t the puppeteer’s fault, Soha just kept her mouth shut. And he began to think about what had happened to Count Leitor, who had been acting strangely for the past three days.

The only recent change was a human being who appeared as a saint of retribution or something, along with a beastman called a pioneer. As soon as he heard the story for the first time, what Soha remembered was the human race and beastman he encountered on the street the other day.

Looking at the combination, it was a common combination, but it was too exquisite to be a coincidence.

Even if I knew it a little sooner, I would have caught it and handed it over to the headquarters or destroyed it on the spot. Useless regrets came flooding in, but up to that point, it was just a pity, not a problem.

The real problem was that those two, the only changes, had nothing to do with the current situation.

Unlike the pioneers who had a little reputation in the past, the footprints left by the crazy humans who suddenly popped out of nowhere ranged from the booty port called the tip of Eolchu to the vicinity of Epagasierra in Rengie.

After that, his whereabouts were unknown for a while, and he suddenly appeared here in Leitor. Unlike the early days when word of mouth was spread as if drawing a line on the Demonic Spirit, no rumors about them were heard this time.

All there was to the eyewitness testimony was to kill the thief at the time it was presumed to be around the time they first appeared. It is unclear whether the monsters that the Saint of Retribution killed were really killed by him or by pioneer Carl Kansi.

That’s what they were all about. Even looking at it this way and that way, it is not a basis to explain the sudden change of the count’s movements.

In the past, whenever an erosion appeared, it felt like it was urgent to deal with it, but now it seems that it is noticing the existence of a workshop and forming a siege. What does it have to do with beating some bandits?

In the end, without finding the cause, he moved his subordinates to find out whether the count was convinced or just a coincidence, but the results were not very good and kept getting on his nerves.

Despite such discomfort, there was silence for about half a day amidst the occasional warning sound from the workshop and the puppeteer’s spittle.

The faces of the men who returned at the promised time were even harder than yesterday.

“One workshop has been destroyed.”

And as soon as the adjutant opened his mouth, Soha’s expression hardened.

In the end, it was not impossible since it was inevitable to be located near the place where the battle was taking place, but it was very unpleasant news to hear in the midst of continuing ominous expectations.

“detection?”
“No, it seems to be a coincidence. There was testimony that the fire set by our supporters in a nearby building caught fire. The building collapsed and blocked the entrance…” “Couldn’t it be recovered?
”
“It was burned down. In this situation, it took a year to put out the fire.”

If the enemies pretended to be a coincidence, it would be a headache, and even if it was a coincidence, it would be a headache.

It was said that secrets were being leaked to the enemy, or that nothing was really going on.

“One house?”
“Yes. I’m on my way back after confirming that the rest of the workshop is safe. I’ve ordered you to stop activities for a while just in case.”
“Good job. This place is also closed until further instructions. Anything else special?”

The purpose was to disperse the main combat forces, including the Count’s aides, to easily apply pressure anyway. Soha’s decision was made boldly because it was not a situation where he would be pushed backwards if he did not operate the erosion body for a few days now.

“There was nothing special. I also checked the Pioneers and the Saints of Punishment you mentioned, but… they only moved internal supplies or participated in relief efforts.”
“…Coming all the way here for relief work?”

Are you simply a believer?

The more I knew, the more my head hurt, but since the report wasn’t over yet, Soha listened, enduring the tingling in his temples.

“I checked to see if he had magical powers in case of an emergency, and also tested his divine power through magic tools… but there was no reaction that could be called special. It was only a few magic tools and a sword with some blessings.”
“Is there a possibility that the divine power is being captured?”

For the first time, embarrassment appeared on the adjutant’s face at Soha’s question.

“I know, I know. If you think like that, there is no end.

Among the priests, only high-ranking priests who have been using and cherishing the holy law for a long time are the only ones who can capture divine power like magical power.

Rather than worrying about the amazing combination of human high-ranking priests of the Demonic Cult, it was a more credible idea to think that the hero was split in half. Feeling apologetic for the adjutant and subordinates who hesitated while watching her notice, Soha waved her hand and began to give instructions.

“The puppeteers are the finishing touches. We move to the confluence as usual and live the church’s movement one more time…”

– Knock. Again, straight. Knock. Knock.

However, before the order was finished, So-ha and his men all turned to the door and drew their weapons at the sudden knocking sound.