Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

On the second day to spend time receiving Emmet’s special lecture, information about the destination came to me as well.

Fortified city of Thor.

It is said that it is in the best position to not only gather as many friendly forces as possible, but also to achieve the joining of the kingdom army that is advancing fiercely.

“The lord of Thor is unique in many ways. While he has an opportunistic side, he is famous for not a few cases where he acts as he pleases and turns over in the end.”

Lady Deoni said that she was a bit familiar with it because she had passed through the mountains before entering the mountains to cross over to Etis El during the demonic incident. But the more I listened to it, the more I became a geek, so even I, who tried to listen in moderation at first, couldn’t help but frown and express my doubts.

“Then isn’t he someone who can’t be trusted?”

The lord of Thor was the person most likely to be a big picture to sell us to the Demon King’s army. No matter how much I trust the commanders with the Church and Count Leitor, I have doubts about what the hell I’m thinking about putting my head into such a place.

It was something that even the saintess couldn’t deny, but she continued to explain while scratching the tip of her horn as if something was very ambiguous.

“Honestly, if Thor’s gate were outside, no one would have trusted it. But the gate there is located in the center of the city, and unless you take the entire city with your troops, the damage to trap us is greater than the gains to believe. More than anything…”
“More than anything?”
“…unfailingly faithful as long as it does not harm itself or the city.”

Can I really call that sincere?

It was unknown whether Lord Thor’s actions were for his own safety or to fulfill his duties as a ruler, but he did not argue further because it was an issue that the majority concluded was trustworthy.

“It looks like you’ve rested, so let’s start class again.”

As soon as the conversation was over, Emmett, who had been quietly drinking tea, stood up from a chair with his overcoat floating on it and announced the start of class. The saintess slightly wrinkled her nose and expressed her dissatisfaction, but after expressing her opinion only to that extent, she withdrew, and I removed the teacup she had prepared for me and approached Emmet.

After two days of experience, Emmet was a very good hands-on instructor. He possessed an unknown depth of knowledge about magic, to the point that I thought that what I would get from the demons this time might be talented people like Carl Kansi and Emmet.

Because of the difference between mana and magical power, it is very difficult to compare, but wouldn’t it be inferior to Master?

“Then… I’ll cast it within the magic I told you about, so try to get in the way.”

No answer was needed. After the lecture started, no matter what answer I gave, the magic eventually flew. I focused as much as I could without using magic poetry and watched his staff and hands.

It was Emmett’s suggestion to practice like this.

Emmet’s explanation that since you don’t always use magic poetry, you need to develop the ability to see omens with your naked eyes like other wizards, was an indisputable argument, and thanks to that, even though it was only two days old, I was able to see other wizards I began to understand, at least on the surface, how to understand magic.

“Fire, Condensation, 2 stacks, Injection.”
“It’s a 3-stack. Look closely at the traces of the spell flowing as if you went in to avoid being noticed that it’s a 2-stack. That’s a hidden stack.”
“…I can’t even hear it.”
“Chuck, if you said you saw it, you’d think you used your ability. This is a very advanced skill.”

Whether it was fire, ice, lightning, or whatever, magic was like a finished product made up of numerous accessories.

If you don’t know it, it’s just an ember that pops out in the process of forming a flame, but if you know it, that ember is a trace of a key spell that strengthens the stability of the fireball and maintains its shape as a sphere.

Just as there were people who could match the RGB values just by looking at colors as if they had Photoshop implanted in their eyes in their previous life, sorcerers also had a process of developing and mastering such crazy abilities. When I first found out about this, it felt like my eyes went dark… but it’s not like that anymore.

To be honest, I’m feeling even the smallest fun. Even Dispel, which is only a small part of magic, is at this level, so I can understand a little why he is so engrossed in magic that he studies it day and night and tries to achieve it.

Of course, not only was it fun, but it also felt like shit.

“Hmm, no matter how brave he is, he’s a little quick to adapt… Is this also the effect of dragon blood?”

It wasn’t until I felt like my eyeballs were about to fall out and my brain was going to run dry from thinking about the right spell for spell interference, and during the sweet break that I was greeted with, the moment I faced Emmet calmly looking down at the sprawling scene was that fuck. It is the moment when the peak of equality is taken.

Of course, Emmett is not guilty. He’s just doing his best to get his money’s worth, as he says. Still, if you look at it like that, you can’t help but hate it.

“Isn’t there a possibility that it’s just something I was born with?”
“I think you know better than anyone that that’s not true.”

Cowardly, it was a fact that could not be refuted, so I kept my mouth shut.

It was as Emmett said. His teaching was certainly excellent, but what I am learning now is practice, not theory. It takes time for the body to get used to, and it is an area that inevitably requires practice.

After hearing the explanation he gave, I wondered if I was just pretending to learn magic. But when I actually tried it, it was more doable than I thought, and the achievements are quickly revealing their prominence, so it’s bound to be strange.

“The characteristic that remains in common in the records of dragon slayers is their excellent senses… but is that also related to magic?”
“Weren’t there wizards among them?”
“Of course not. Even warriors who fight ignorantly against each other are forced to wear it, but which crazy wizard would deliberately wear it?”

It was a sharp statement, but this time it was also a fact. The random return with super high risk was the effect of dragon’s blood.

In the first place, the person who had the power to kill the dragon would not even be at the level of hanging himself. Obviously, unless you are a gambling addict, there is no reason to turn over.
 
“Looking back, I must have been very lucky.”
“If you claim that it was the result of using all your life’s luck, most people will humbly nod and agree.”
“Why most?”
“Because some will insist that even if it is, it makes no sense. For reference, this is a normal reaction.”

It’s obviously the result of the purifying power of esthe, but luck is luck. Thinking like that, I was a little convinced of the luck of the stoneroot aide-de-camp.

…You bastard, you must have had good luck then.

While taking a break while putting off the sadness that welled up again, the saintess, who had been away for a while, appeared with Carl Kansi.

“Oh, but you seem to be feeling a lot better, sir. You’re moving.”
“I’m glad you didn’t get hurt either.”

Unlike Emmett, who came to see me once for a magic test, I haven’t seen Carl Kansi for the first time in a while because he’s always been outside to deal with the infection. At this point, I got up from my seat, thinking that I would be worthy of hosting a warrior party, and the saintess naturally approached me and checked my physical condition.

“What is this?”
“It’s a telegram brought by a spy from the Kingdom. While we were moving away from the eyes of the Demon King’s army, we couldn’t find a way to connect, so it arrived yesterday. It’s only been passed through the verification process.”

I was wondering if there was anything I could show me, but when I received it, there was a map, an operation plan, and a sketch depicting the landmarks of the location presumed to be the rendezvous point in quite detail.

Thanks to this, it was only now that I could clearly see how far this place called Leitor was from the fortress city of Thor, and where it was located.

“It’s closer to Levien than to the Eastern Front.”

If you think about it, it was a natural result to arrive at Epaga Sierra in Rengi along the coast, detour to the southwest, and then head north while being surrounded by beastmen. It was a moment when I realized that I had traveled quite a distance as time passed by.

“Yes. That’s why they say there will be support from Levien. The original purpose was to join the forces on the front line that were pushing down like crazy and fall out, but they said that there was a sudden standstill in the front line that was well pushed.”

I was reading what the saintess had just said, so there was no need for an explanation.

“The erosion body has begun to be put in earnest.”

It was never pleasant to hear that the Unlucky Hulk and the Infected were starting to act on the frontlines and were being held back in many ways.