Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

‘We are very interested in your research.’

Tanebello Vistal still vividly remembers the first time he spoke to a blacksmith who suddenly appeared, accompanied by high-ranking mages and knights of a chilling level.

‘The mindset to overcome even mortality without being weighed down by the size of one’s long-cherished wish, and even the achievements to achieve it. I really want you to hold hands with us.’

Since he had been researching alone his whole life, there was no corner for rumors to spread, but the head of the special operation department, who did not know how he came to know, was very polite despite bringing enough power to kill Vistal right away. In many ways, it was the opposite attitude from Eldmia, who rudely entered with a number of people who were not chosen.

‘What does such a public proposition mean? If I refuse, I will surely die like this.’

However, in Vistal’s eyes, that courtesy was close to arrogance that comes from trusting the power in his hands.

It seemed that the option of refusal did not exist anyway, and at the same time, he was paying attention to his research, so he tried to say a word and bow his head, but the blacksmith’s answer was unexpected.

‘hmm? Alas, don’t get me wrong. Because this is just a preparation for safety. It’s been confirmed that we can communicate, so it doesn’t matter if we bite people now. If you’re comfortable with it, do it.’

It wasn’t empty talk. With just one gesture from the blacksmith, the 20 strong men standing behind disappeared in an instant. When he was unable to control his embarrassment and reconfirmed the current situation, the words of the blacksmith seemed to permeate Vistal’s ears.

‘I will support you with everything you need for your research. Of course it’s not free. We want to share that ‘how to overcome mortality’. Your core research won’t interest you. Because that’s only you.’

Dreamlike words that are no different from saying that you will only eat by-products in exchange for all financial support.

‘However, that alone is a bit of a loss for this side too… After your research is completed, I would like you to do some work for our demon king army, how about it? Right now, I have no choice but to be bound by your territory, but the story will be different then, so I don’t think it’s too much of a request.’

He even threw an additional offer as if he had already anticipated that he would have suspicions because the conditions were so good. Nonetheless, Beastal was reluctant to say anything at the sudden proposal, so she tried to stand up first and promise the next one.

So, the blacksmith must have made the proposal first, but in the end it was Vistal who caught him.

“Didn’t I ask where you got your information from?”

The question of the human race that Senichigua called Eldmia, who was listening to the story with a sullen face, awakened the spirit of Bistal, who was talking while recalling the past.

“They said it couldn’t be said to be confidential. It’s not that I wasn’t curious about it, but it wasn’t important enough to cause a rift in a good relationship by asking, so I just let it go.”

A pair of bracelets were placed at Bristal’s feet, as he asked what the blacksmith had suggested and how he had arrived with how many troops he had led while he was talking. The magic tools in the form of bracelets that were used frequently in life had to be paired to manifest their inherent effects, but it was enough to make one pair into a reliquary.

The reliquary recovered in this way is now five. Visually aware of what Eldmia wanted to ask of her, Vistal felt a cold sweat running down her skin that wasn’t even there.

It’s clear that he’s following the Demon King’s back. However, Vistal no longer had any information related to them. At best, it would only be about what form they had promised to help, but judging from the situation so far, he didn’t seem to be curious about that.

Would he just leave the phylactery unreturned because he couldn’t answer the question? If that was the case, I would have retrieved the first reliquary right away. I can assure you that the rest were worthless and could have been destroyed by myself.

“Did you see the face of the blackout?”
“No. Like his nickname, he wore a cloth around his face. I haven’t seen him since.”

I expected this to be answered as well, but there was no reliquary that came over. Eldmia kept a close eye on the four remaining reliquary boxes held by Senichigua, and didn’t even look at Bistal, who was anxious.

“What is the impression of the 20 people he said he brought?”
“…I remember.”
“Give me a description as you remember. Then I’ll hand over all the rest of the phylacteries.”

This time, it was a proposal with no other choice, but at least it was fortunate for Vistal. It was already close to 10 years old, and Bistal wasn’t good at drawing, but there was a way to respond to Eldmia’s suggestion.

“…Based on memory extraction magic, you will be able to leave impressions on paper. There are items in my hideout, so if you release this barrier, I will give you there.”
“Caruberos. Let go.”

I didn’t know if that was a decision based on the belief that Vistal wouldn’t run away leaving the rest of the reliquary behind, or whether it was an action based on the confidence that I could overcome whether I ran away or resisted, but people around me looked at me asking if it was really okay. Despite this, Eldmia doesn’t even move.

There was no backlash. After confirming that the magic that bound her had disappeared, Beastal collected the reliquaries that had fallen on the floor and moved on calmly.

You didn’t have to tell me to follow you.

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“What do you plan to do, customer?”

As I followed the quack to the abandoned temple, I asked Carl Kansi’s question, who quietly approached me. I couldn’t understand why.

“what?”
“Did you change your plan to return all the artifacts and only get the information?”
“No way.”

I didn’t intend to do that in the first place, but now it’s gotten to the point where I shouldn’t. A lich who is trying to achieve his goal by sacrificing people to the devil is said to be able to gain immortality sooner or later, but why should he keep him alive?

“In the previous world, it must have reached a similar level that can be called immortal in any form. The demon army must have approached it because its form was close to transcendence or ascension. Considering the potential danger, it is the right thing to get rid of it now. But there’s no reason to come and let go now.”

It was a situation where there was no need to be concerned about the quack’s escape and even to monitor it, so our conversation did not reach his ears thanks to the fact that we were moving far away, but it seems that it reached the ears of Caruberos who was accompanying us.

“Yes? Then why did you return the reliquary?”
“If it were you, all the artifact boxes would be destroyed and all that was left was to die.
“Uh… not really…”

I don’t know if he’s stronger because he’s holding the reliquary, but in the first place, it was annoying that the quack constantly interrupted me while I was finding and destroying the reliquary. no. It was for that reason that they said they would give it back, but they didn’t say let it go, and the quack would surely be aware of that much.

“Then you said you gave me hope to get more information that I’m going to kill you anyway…”
“Oh, that’s right.”

As if he hadn’t expected my immediate reply, Calberus’s pupils visibly shook. The expression on his face was as if he had seen something vicious that even Satan would give a standing ovation to, so a snort burst out involuntarily.

“Look at my eyes wide open. Why? Is it funny that I act like you guys?”
“Uh, uh… To be more honest, should I say that we don’t play around in such a vicious way…”

Carberos, who managed to choose his words and answered truthfully, was so incensed that he stabbed the back of his head mercilessly. hit the

“You did it cleverly for the reliability and pleasure of a long-term contract. Doesn’t that quack know my intentions?”

No matter how much we all unanimously call him a third-rate quack, he is a wizard who was on the verge of extracting research results in one field after all. I don’t know if it’s the same reason as saying that even a dog in Seodang recites Poongwol in three years, but the rich called Tanebello Vistal is absolutely not an idiot.

It is said that he will not know that the moment when all these relic boxes fall into his hands will be the end of his life.

“He’s the guy who saw you and Ingladio move on their own right in front of your nose. Nevertheless, instead of dying with your mouth shut, the fact that you keep accepting deals must mean that you’re still full of will to break through this situation.”
“Maybe he’s just trying to repent of his sins and pay the price neatly, right?”

At the question posed by Carl Kansi, who was listening quietly next to me, I managed to hold back a laugh and tried to shake my head, but I frowned as Caruberos almost exploded openly.

It was very unpleasant for me to have thoughts overlapping with the devil, so it wasn’t until I slapped him on the back of the head once more that I gave Carl Kansi a proper explanation.

“If he was like that, he wouldn’t have become a lich by sacrificing an unknown number of people.”

at least hundreds, at most thousands. Perhaps he sacrificed them all when the ruins he was hiding in served as cities. If you ask Ingladio, the party to the contract, you’ll know right away… but he’s not in a state where you can talk since a while ago, so I put it off for now.

“Even if you want to repent of your sins, you have to blow their heads off and send them to hell.”

Carl Kansi, who heard the muttering as he watched the back of the man disappearing into the ruins, burst out laughing, and Caruberos rolled his eyes eagerly and fell silent.