Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Since we are neither biologists nor historians, we couldn’t find a way to resolve our questions about a species, so we had to leave Sa-nyeom’s questions behind and embark on our journey.

That doesn’t mean that no conversations have come and gone. Because we had an emmit who could be called intelligent.

First of all, while I was out of the realm of quackery and maintenance, Carl Kansi and I helped by extracting the knowledge that was in our heads as much as possible, but in the end, we ended up adding empty knowledge rather than solving Mr. Sayeom’s question.

Unfortunately, I tried to extract and eat at least the knowledge of the two devils, but I didn’t dare to open my mouth, so I sent them back in moderation.

“Since it’s annoying, I’ll weave it together with the ring that Chalberus made. Even at the Tenma War, they’ll stick together, and when they call, come back.”

Of course, ‘moderately’ here included Ingladio’s slave contract.

The person concerned tried to protest something as if he was unfair, but he was a bastard who had already made a huge shit called Vistal, so he persuaded him with his fists and got the contract signed. When I heard from Caruberos, the summoning circle was gone anyway, and because he came over here using the expedient he used, he said that if he didn’t sign a contract, he would have to risk himself to find an easy contractor.

If you do something wrong, will you really die? It was a satisfying moment as it felt like I was paying for the name as soon as I gave it a name.

“Interesting. Are there more people who harass demons like Eldmia these days?”
“Uh… no. That’s because the guest is a bit unusual.”

There was an incident where Sa-nyeom, who looked at the scene with interest full of interest like a child looking at a toy, became sullen after hearing Carl Kansi’s immediate answer, but other than that, nothing special happened.

“The world has changed a lot.”

When we reached the third day like that, Mr. Sa-nyeom, who was more focused on seeing us directly rather than constantly asking us something, kept his pace and quietly opened his mouth.

“According to what I’ve heard from acquaintances, it’s said that I’m generally weaker than before.”
“Hmm? That’s not particularly wrong, but if you know someone who remembers that, you probably haven’t lived a year or two, right?”
“It was an elf who lived about 1700 years.”
“Um, that’s right.”

He nodded moderately and said, ‘Is it like that again then?’ The world seen by Mr. Sa-nyeom, who quietly recited, must, of course, be much earlier than that. Even among the elves of the Bluevine Clan, no one expressed doubts about the demons.

“What I felt was something different. The number of dragons has really decreased.”
“Yes? Is that enough?”

No matter how much it is, I wanted to make a difference that much, so I asked myself without knowing it, and the answer that came back was more spectacle.

“Originally, if you moved this much, at least one young dragon would come out and claim your territory.”

Instead of a thief you run into on the road?

“No, you’re saying that you’re not a thief, but you run into Balaur like that?”
“Hmm. Back then, there were more Balaur than other mortals.”

One of the gaps in time filled by conversation before departure. The Sacred War that Sa-Nyo-nim remembers and the Sacred War that we remember were completely different.

It has been tentatively concluded that the time when the god who is the main body of Thought-sama was active is much older than the time of chaos that even Lumings remembers, and there is a difference of thousands of years at least. It is a being worthy of the expression of a living, breathing fossil.

“It was a time when they were faithful to very basic desires, quite different from the dragons you heard about. It was a time when they coveted gold and silver, tried to monopolize knowledge, and used other races as slaves to decorate their dwellings. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that they were actually the owners of the continent.”

The more I listen to the story, the closer it is to the classic dragons of fantasy novels I’ve read in my previous life. Saying that it was a time when typical evil deeds, such as making Dwarves build buildings and enslaving the Humans, were very prevalent, the reason why the movement of Mr. Saem, who was recollecting his memories stopped, was that the Humans were constantly working hard to resist the dragon. It was around the time

“I remember talking about it. Among the Balaur at the time, there was a group that tried to ‘improvement’ because the Humans were too weak.”
“A breed? Like cattle?”

I had decided to do it alone to keep up with Sa-Nyeom’s leisurely pace, so my voice naturally diminished even though the distance from the other party was a little wide. It was because Sa-Nyeom-nim’s attitude, words and actions, and the meaning of the narrowed eyebrows were unusual.

“Yes. But it wasn’t just a simple crossbreeding with other races, it was also magic. Even among the same Balaur, there was controversy.”

As soon as I heard those words, what came to my mind was the translation that Este had given me when I fought the dragon called Wind King.

“bastard.”
“hmm?”
“Dirty illegitimate child, disgusting bastard. This is what the dragon who fought with me said when he saw me and the demons.”

The information is so intertwined that it is not even worth worrying about sharing more opinions. Even if it was unclear whether the nasty bastard who cursed at the end was a dragon that had lived that long, there was only one conclusion when compared with Sa-nye-sama’s memories.

“I see. The demons were the result of their successful attempt.”

A word from Mr. Sa-nyeom, who reached the same conclusion as mine, fell heavily.

If you look closely, you can see that there was a connection. It was similar to the human race, with only horns, and only demons and dragons could use magic on the continent. But besides that, it was a world where so many different races lived, so of course it was just a racial characteristic, and I skipped over it.

“Now I understand.”

Unlike Mr. Sa-nyeom, who speaks in a tone that seems to be organizing his thoughts, my head is getting more complicated.

“Did you become a god after heaven to light the way for those without gods and help them establish themselves as a race?”

Emmett said it before. It is said that in most cases tribal gods carry some kind of karma. If the conclusions that Sa-Nyeom-nim and I have come to are correct, Epaga-nim became a demon to save others from the Balaur of the time.

Sacrificing oneself to save people is an act that a protagonist in a game would do.

“Whoop, whoop, whoop.”

It was then that Sa Nyeom-nim burst into laughter for the first time.

“Even though the world has changed so much, mortals are steadily striving to move in a better direction.”

Sa Nyeom-nim, who turned his head and looked at him, looked extremely happy. It was a smile like an adult looking at children who did something they were proud of.

“Hmm? Why are you making such a gloomy face?”

Sa Nyeom-nim, who looked at the vast land below the mountain road and smiled so happily, belatedly asked a question, conscious of my gaze.

“I want to praise the greatness of one person with respect for carrying that much karma for others, but it feels so unreasonable.”
“The demons’ distrust of the Demonic Cult and the Demonic Sacrifice?”
“yes.”

I don’t know why this story is unknown or forgotten.

However, I think that a fair evaluation towards the person who sacrificed himself like that should be maintained. It is quite understandable that there is an attempt to intentionally distort information and spread such distrust, but since nothing is done, the perception that it is not necessary has become a story that should not be communicated.

In fact, it is said that the basis for the current demon tribe to exist as a ‘tribe’ is Mr. Epaga.

“That’s also a perfectly normal reaction. That’s what mortals are by nature.”

Sa-nyeom-nim, who had been choosing his words for a moment as he matched the slowing pace without even realizing it, slowly opened his mouth.

“You have traces of stepping into transcendence through the piece of divinity, so don’t you know that the way you look at the world changes when you cross that boundary?”

It was something I had never said before, but I couldn’t lie to the question as if I knew everything, as if I had scanned my body.

“Yes. I felt it.”

The feeling of being me and not being me.

“I think the demon god must have made the choice after thinking and thinking over and over again at the boundary of those senses. Without anyone’s coercion, just by one’s own decision.”

Sa-nyeom still looks happy with a small smile as he watches the wrinkles on the bridge of his nose increase as he recalls the time when he was unwilling to do so.

“As a result, those who were once formed under the arrogance of the Balaur are regarded as a race and lead their lives just like other mortals… I feel that it is something to celebrate and rejoice just that their choice and sacrifice were not in vain. Yes, but that is the point of view of a god.”

It’s normal that mortals can’t see that.

Saying that, Sa-nyeom’s voice was more lively than before as he turned his gaze to the surrounding scenery again.

“I think they don’t take it for granted because they don’t take it for granted like we do, and try to maintain it, resist those who insult those noble sacrifices, and work hard to get better. Don’t be. Wouldn’t it be okay to change it?”
“Change?”
“Yes, as you already do. Change is your mortal prerogative.”

The back of Mr. Sa-nyeom, who was smiling and hurriedly walking, was very light, as if it had nothing to do with the heavy conversation we had just had.