Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Contrary to our concerns, there was no surprise attack by the Demon King’s army when Count Leitor reached the expected final point.

It can be said that it is a result of losing energy compared to being very nervous, but the command center looked at the positive side rather than the emotional part.

“No matter how large the size of the church is now, it is by no means a small number, even if it includes civilians. If the demon army has enough power, it is best to use your hands before joining the kingdom army.”

I’m not the only one who feels the word ‘if you can afford it’. Count Leitor and the other knights entered an emergency meeting with a scout dispatched to prepare for the possibility of an ambush with the intention of cutting off our waists.

“Nevertheless, leaving us this far… In fact, it might be more accurate to say that we gave up suppression.”
“Are you saying that the Demon King’s army has no strength?”

It was a question someone asked full of hope, but the response to it was all skeptical. It was difficult for me to easily understand that even I, who didn’t know anything right now, had no energy in the Demon King’s Army.

They are the ones who can do quite a lot of damage to us even if we take it to the extreme and release a lot of corrosive bodies. As Count Leitor said, most of our members are civilians. They even had a record of unleashing corrosive bodies in the city, so there would be nothing to shy away from.

It seemed that Count Leitor had the same thought, and cautiously shook his head.

“The corrosive body that appeared in Epaga Sierra in Rengi, the troops and magic tools to control it, and the other objects shown in Leitor, I think it is not a reason to be so optimistic. In the first place, strong warriors as medium It is not necessary to use it, and even ordinary humans become monsters when exposed to magic tools made of the remnants of evil spirits. A new army will be completed just by drawing out prisoners from prison.”

Most of the issues had already been discussed through many meetings on the way to this point, but after arranging them once and for all, it was a new problem. Although it was not dealt with with great importance because of the large-scale events, it is highly likely that the scope of the reserve troops that the Count mentioned is infinite, as the circumstances of the transaction with the monster were also captured.

“Rather than that, I think it’s because I can’t figure out the variable of the warrior, so my actions are slow.”
“Me?”

I didn’t expect that I would be mentioned right away, so as soon as I answered reflexively without knowing it, everyone’s eyes were on me.

Now that I’ve become a bit brazen, I’ve reached the level where I can easily pass over attracting attention like that, so it wasn’t particularly burdensome, but I couldn’t help but question Count Leitor’s opinion.

“I understand that I’m a bit of a lump of variables, but it’s hard to agree with the opinion that it’s enough to hold the demon king’s ankles.”

I could feel the eyes of Saint Deoni, Emmet, and Carl Kansi, who muttered ‘a little?’ and put on a bewildered expression, but I was confident. However, the reaction of the people around me was split in half, contrary to my expectations. Some even nodded their heads or gave short exclamations, as if they understood the situation through Count Leitor’s explanation.

“Hero, do you know what the demon king is called this time?”
“…prophet?”
“It has the same meaning. It is called the Demon King of Wisdom or the Demon King of Prophecy. I dare to say that, if you don’t know anything else, there are probably a handful of people in the Demonic Territory who have a negative opinion about this title.”

Those who listened to the Count’s additional explanation spat out heartfelt exclamations as if they had now fully realized, and this time even Emmet and Carl Kansi made a small ‘Ah’ sound, indicating that they had noticed.

I was the only one who couldn’t understand the situation. Fortunately, instead of leaving me rolling my eyes alone, Count Leitor continued to explain.

“This is also the reason why there are many people who side with the demon king even though they turn their backs on the church. At one time, there were not too many movements to regard him as the savior of the demon tribe or to deify him.”

Suddenly, I remembered the conversation I had with the saintess in our cabin. The time when I talked with Priest Mender about the possibility that the power of the one who was called the god of the entangled swamp could have turned the demon king into a regressor.

“That’s how much the demon king has come close to the prophecy. Some underestimated it as just the skill of the blacksmith, the head of the special operations department.”

At that time, I didn’t think much of it, but it seems that the demon king left quite a few footprints in the demonic territory. As the Count had said, everyone gathered here seemed to agree with him.

“It is the warrior who continues to break the plan of the demon king, who was close to that foreknowledge.”

It wasn’t the Count who spoke up this time, but Saint Deoni. Then, this time, the eyes of the people filled with doubts were directed to her.

“The Demon King’s orders given since the start of the war… have never failed, at least as far as those known to the outside world have failed. But now, not only have they failed one after another, but even the Special Operations Department, which reigned like a legend, has retreated.”

The saintess took one look at the people as she spoke words that were indistinguishable from whether they were calm or calm. A very faint smile seemed to hang at the corners of her lips.

“The Demon King has not tolerated a single failure over the years, and let’s think that that was a power comparable to the power that comes from the rumored future. What actions can a person who has relied on be able to take?”

She and the command were not simply watching the movement of the Demon King’s forces.

Having lived in the demonic territories for a much longer time than I did and living the lives of beings who belonged to the powerful class, they were blinking their eyes as they uncovered various rumors and circumstances that I had not been very interested in.

The saintess’ words, which took control of the surroundings following the words of the count, ended with the report of the soldiers who had just returned from reconnaissance.

No trace of results. Rather, a hope that was not often seen appeared on the faces of those who heard the report that the surveillance troops who were watching the scout had gone further.

I fell apart a little in that friendly atmosphere, and based on my past guesses, I thought over the saintess’ words again.

It is now clear that the Demon King does not see the future.

Still, it is also true that he was reaping results through something equivalent to it, so when calculating based on this and that situation, it would be correct to say that the ability of an unknown person at the root is most likely derived from regression.

But that assumption didn’t mean everything fit neatly together. If he’s a real regressor, he should be aware of my existence, but that’s why he behaves as if he’s not at all.

Isn’t it possible that the regressor doesn’t know that the hero Epaga-sama has determined will be an obstacle to him? According to common sense, he should have taken great interest in my every move.

But I wasn’t using a pseudonym, and even when my name kept getting into the ears of the demon king’s army, the only reaction they took was to try to hijack me as I rode a flying dragon.

To say that he responded knowing that he was a warrior is too insufficient. Rather, the previous premise was all wrong, and it felt more realistic to assume that he had no idea that I was a hero… At that

moment, it seemed as if one thousand and one Eldmia were exerting their collective intelligence for the first time in a while and hitting the back of the head. .

“…Este.”

What if it’s really like that? What if he really didn’t know that I was a warrior?

[Huh?]

Or.

“Do you remember the power of the holy spear that Sohara used?”

It’s not that I don’t know that I’m a hero…

[Of course.]
“Just because the will of the Holy Spear disappeared… Is it possible for ordinary people to use the power contained within it?”

…If only the person I knew as a hero was a completely different person.

[…Huh?]

What made an impression as strong as his spearmanship, sharp enough to make his spine stiff, was the divine power emanating from the Holy Spear at the time.

At the time, I didn’t think it was too big of a deal, but when I thought about it, he fought ‘even’ with the divine power of a demon god.

“Until now, the Demon Lord’s Army had been using the power of evil spirits. For that, it was a structure close to what Epaga-sama’s divine power needed like fuel. The same was true of what Soha wore around her body.”
[…But the holy spear was different.]
“That’s right.”

Holy swords and holy spears were not weapons that a high-ranking priest could just use. If that was the case, Saint Deoni would have held the holy spear and spread it out.

It is not a similar holy sword, such as the large/sword that Siegfried held as a holy sword at the academy, but the natural holy weapon remains on the ground for the purpose of punishing the evil determined by God… and only allows the power inherent in it to the warrior.

“Is it possible for the remnants of a dead evil god to draw out the power of the Holy Spear, which is only allowed for warriors?”

If I were a regressor, I would start with the hero. There was no way it would have been different from being the Demon King. If my hypothesis is correct, then he actually behaved that way.

He had already laid his hand on the warrior.

“Soha, weren’t you a warrior?”

I couldn’t help but think about the new question that would arise if this hypothesis was established, leaving Este with a delay in answering whether she was shocked.

If the Demon King is considered to be a regressor, and Soha is assumed to be a warrior before returning.

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