Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Sa-nyeom-nim, who put an end to the situation in an instant, couldn’t remember the name of the god who could be called his base.

“I’d like to ask for your help, including figuring that out.”
“Are you sure your memory isn’t perfect?”

I wondered if it was because my memories were all jumbled up and the memories of the quack were added, but the answer that came back was for a completely different reason.

“That’s not true. Not only does he have no one to serve, but he’s a long-forgotten god with no one left who can call his name.”

Unlike Mr. Sa-nyeom, who spoke calmly while nerfing his dazzling appearance to some extent, I had to hold back the sighs that came up in me. It was because he had glimpsed the slightest possibility that the church, which had previously been seen as bastards, might have had completely different intentions.

If there is no god to serve, the divine power is a world that cannot be dreamed of. Even if I suddenly found the Meatball and Spaghetti Church, it would not generate divine power. Since it was an era that was so close to the divine, clergy who could not demonstrate divine power had no choice but to be treated as pseudos.

What on earth did the clergy of the time think as they continued to act no different from insulting the noble sacrifice of the god they served?

Did they feel relieved at the fact that they were able to protect their social power, not caring about the sacrifice of God, or did they pray that God’s name would not be forgotten by maintaining the church even in that way?

It was the voice of Mr. Sa-nyeom who changed clothes here and there that caught my mind as I unfolded my thoughts based on facts I had never known.

“Um, would you look normal with a costume like this?”

When I suddenly came to my senses, the beautiful woman dressed in armor as if she would fight very well had disappeared, but instead there was an unbelievably beautiful woman dressed like a very ordinary country woman.

Yes. Obviously, the clothes were ordinary, but rather, it became a more noticeable goal-striking situation.

“That, the outfit is normal… but it’s not.”

At the moment, my true heart almost popped out without my knowledge, but I managed to hold it in. Considering that only the head of the skeleton remained when the quack’s consciousness enlarged, the physical appearance must be a structure that embodies the object with the ego.

No matter how much it was to hide his appearance, he couldn’t tell a person whose name was forgotten to change his appearance.

“Um, I’m glad. But…”

It was at that time that Sa-yeom-sama, who showed a satisfied response with a light smile at my reaction, turned to Ingladio and Caruberos, who were stuck like trash in the corner.

“It’s been a while since those devils have been trodden on. If there’s no other business, can I clean it up?”

‘No, you said earlier that it wasn’t your job to punish the villains.’ At the same time as I thought, ‘Ah, those are not to the extent that they are treated as evil species, but they are just seen as garbage on the side of the road.’ The realization hit my head. Even as I spoke, I raised my hand as if I was going to put it away, so I unintentionally had to stop Lord Sa-nyeom with an urgent voice.

“I-I’m sorry, but I had to use those two miscellaneous things separately…”
“The devil? Where the hell?”

The reaction, as if seeing a person who would cook with inedible waste and eat it, was the most dramatic of all the emotional changes Sa-nyeom had shown so far.

It was truly an exemplary response that all mankind should have in common, but it is sad that I am not in a situation where I can sympathize with it.

“That guy has to be served under a slave contract, and that guy originally signed a contract with the dolly lich, so if the teacher didn’t step forward, I would have used him to invalidate the contract with the lich.”
“…The story of making a sacrifice and making a contract with the devil to become a lich? But was that something that could be changed like flipping the palm of your hand?”
“That guy should have spit out a lot of things, but if he doesn’t want to die, he has to do it.”

Because of that reaction, Ingladio would face a headwind to the point where he couldn’t die and lived on, but is it my business? Compared to all the bullshit he’s done in his life, he’s a nobleman. Thinking of that, I spoke confidently.

“Ah, sure. That’s another novel method of torture. I understand.”
“Yes, that’s right…”

……Huh?

I think you just said torture, not usage? what did i misunderstand?

While tilting his head, Mr. Sadyeom passed by me and lightly waved his hand to show his divine power and create a gentle breeze. It was a holy power that was nothing but wind to us, but it seemed to inflict terrible pain on the demons as much as sprinkling goosebumps on their wounds.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!”
“Aaaagh!!”

Seeing that the two who were obviously fainting jumped up and jumped out of their seats. Thanks to her kindness, the effort was saved, and I walked out of the abandoned temple with Sa-nyeom-nim, holding onto the backs of the two drooling bastards who couldn’t even speak properly.

As soon as I got out of the collapsed entrance, what I saw was Carl Kansi, who was staring at the abandoned temple, not knowing what to do, and Emmit, who tried to search with magic with his eyes tightly closed, and a voluntary taxpayer who did not bravely escape until this point.

Our eyes met and we waved our hands to signify that it was over, and in an instant, Carl Kansi, who was brightly colored, patted Emmet on the shoulder and shouted.

“Huh?! Ms. Emmett! We have guests… Huh? Who are you?”

I guess the reason I was able to not be mistaken for a quack was because of my handsome appearance. For now, I decided to be content with the fact that Sa-nyeom hid his presence so well that even Emmit couldn’t easily identify him.

“So this one… will be the spirit of the god who died during the Holy War, dwelling in the body of the god.”

Despite the summary and explanation of the core as much as possible, the reaction that came back was oddly cold.

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Fortunately, it didn’t take long to explain the situation so that Emmet and Carl Kansi could understand it. Just by giving a rough outline, they accepted what was happening inside without any distortion.

Even so, it would be embarrassing in that the body from the time of the Holy War was involved, but only the willing taxpayer responded that way, while the other two quickly regained their composure throughout the story and accepted the facts calmly.

Thinking that this was all the result of trust built up over the years, I shrugged my shoulders for a while, and without giving me time to get drunk with joy, one word from Carl Kansi kicked my emotions away.

“Well, I got a purpose, but what?”

The reaction was that it could be because the history of the past was simply splendid.

Hearing that, Emmett calmly nodded, ‘It’s a pity that I don’t have anything valuable this time.’ I muttered something to myself worthy of a nickname, but the willing taxpayer looked at me again in fright, and Ingladio and Caruberos also said, ‘What are you talking about again?’ shows the reaction.

“Have you got a purpose?”

And it wasn’t that different from Mr. Sa-nyeom. Still, the reaction was to the extent of being surprised again, so it was better, but since the subject of the conversation was a dragon, I felt a sense of alienation.

“…Ah, yes. Well… by chance.”
“Somehow, where in the world can you catch a dragon…”
“That, wasn’t it common in the past? Dragons aren’t common these days, so it’s hard to catch them. Well, there’s something special about him that has fallen.”

It was an excuse that made me dizzy even after making it myself, but the last one was also true. At this, Sa-nyeom-nim changed the topic with a small smile as if he was seeing a strange creature rather than seriously thinking about my sophistry.

“I wouldn’t call a flying dragon a dragon no matter how inferior it is, and even if it’s a coincidence, it’s very reassuring to ask. ?”
“Yes, ask me anything.”

No matter how much a quack becomes a vessel and his memories are passed over, there will be a time gap that can never be ignored. It must have been a long time to turn a frozen tuna into a thawed American captain, so I took a listening posture to answer as much as possible using the collective intelligence of a thousand and one Eldmia and other party and scraps.

“How did the race of demons originate?”

However, the question that followed was completely unexpected.

For a moment, I wondered if I had heard something wrong, so I doubted my ears and looked at Emmet and the willing taxpayer, who were also involved, but their eyes were also wide open and frozen in a state of surprise.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t seem to understand the point of the question…” ”
Well, that’s what it says. There was no such race when the god I was originally from existed. Looking at it, not much time has passed for a new species of this size to emerge and build a civilization.”

That’s why I asked. Who are the demons and who are the demons?

Unlike Sa-nyeom, who calmly asked questions and waited for an answer, we, who were frozen by the shock, could not think of anything.

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