Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

The unexpected encounter with the shadow foot was very hectic and pleasant at the same time. Not only because of his pleasant personality, but also because I could hear the various changes that occurred while I was in the Demon Spirit.

In return, he went through the process of releasing some of the stories from the Demonic Territory under threats that were not threats, but even if there was no information anyway, that was an area where he could be treated casually, so it wasn’t a big deal.

Among the information obtained, the most impressive was the movement of the kingdom and the empire to hire high-level adventurers as frontline mercenaries.

“Well, instead of participating in it, I chose safety, so now I’m living like a nerd in the capital for a while. I wonder if this will be like this until there is a change in this offensive!”

The movement to actively hire adventurers through extensive advertisements was showing interest not only in the chatterbox but also in the party of experienced adventurers, and the story that the shadow foot party also joined the movement was very surprising to me.

It wasn’t that there was no movement to hire adventurers like mercenaries. Those who mainly deal with bipedal monsters such as Orcs not only have individual combat abilities comparable to mercenaries, but also easily find ways to adapt and respond to the overwhelming force unique to demons. In addition to that, it has shown outstanding achievements in areas such as guerrilla activities and scouting, so it is rather welcomed with open arms.

But adventurers are different.

Unless it’s a famous party, the ransom is halfway, and the risk is unclear. You can’t rest when you want to, and it’s not easy either. It is extremely rare to voluntarily receive a request from the military that does not even satisfy the reward in the midst of many shaking their heads even with high-risk, high-paying requests from the adventurer’s guild.

“Are you paid that well?”
“They said it was. I didn’t hear it on purpose because it wouldn’t make a rational judgment if I heard it. It’s not particularly secret information, so if you ask the adventurer’s guild, they’ll tell you right away.”

Looking for an adventurer who will take on scouting missions in exchange for a good level of pay, even if it is unconventional.

It is a situation where you can feel the will to decide and dig up what is in the suddenly increased land mass thanks to the power line being pushed. I was concerned that this battle line would be pushed back once the Demon King’s forces adjusted their posture, but the Kingdom and Empire seem to have no intention of doing so.

While I was thinking for a short time alone, I couldn’t bear the bottomless and endless noise. The shadow’s feet neatly caught the pipe tobacco thrown by Mr. Valkun and held it nicely. I took it to, coughed, and gave it back to Mr. Balkun.

“Since they’re like crazy dwarves, I wonder why they bloom like this.”

Mr. Valkun, who was very dissatisfied with having his pipe tobacco taken away even though he had thrown it, laughed heartily at the reaction and then put the pipe in his mouth in satisfaction.

“I feel refreshed, like a dwarf! By the way, I never thought that the friend I stopped by along with Gin would become such a great person, but it’s nice that he visits me from time to time without forgetting. Did you see it?”
“I wanted to ask Mr. Valkun for that matter, but somehow… I somehow came into contact with the Empire, and I decided to offer my personal connections in exchange for by-products.”
“Hmm?”

There is no sign of discomfort on Mr. Balkun’s face as he tilts his head in puzzlement while smoking a cigarette. Rather, what came out of his mouth as he rolled his eyes and thought about something was advice and questions for me.

“It’s such an honor to think of me first, but you wouldn’t have helped me anyway because I didn’t have the skills to do that. I’m proud of my skills, but that doesn’t mean I’ll have abilities I don’t have. I don’t know if there was a person. It’s already been decades since those idiots haven’t come out of the kingdom, so there shouldn’t be any?”

Shadow Bal also looked at him with his eyes wide open, as if I wasn’t the only one who felt unfamiliar that the word “youngster” came out of Mr. Balkun’s mouth. Then Mr. Balkun chuckled and pretended to hit the shadow’s feet with a pipe.

“What are you looking at, you bastard! Anyway, are you sure? If you feel strange, I’d rather write a letter of introduction myself. You’ll have to endure the inconvenience of going to our kingdom yourself, but it’ll be worth it.”
“It’s a really thrilling proposal, but it’s okay. It’s a proposal from the imperial family.”
“Ah! Come to think of it, you’ve been old friends even with the Imperial Hero, right? Indeed, that’s a solid connection, right?”

To be precise, it was his personal connection with Esmue, but he didn’t need to mention it to cause confusion, so he covered it up with a haha laugh. As if it was the first time in a while, Shadow’s foot made another fuss, but Mr. Balkun neatly ignored it and got up from his seat, shook his butt and headed to the studio.

“But just in case you don’t know, I’ll write you a letter of introduction as well. You’ll have to go yourself anyway, but there’s nothing wrong with having one more factor that will elicit a favorable response.”
“Uh… is that so? I thought I’d write down the dimensions and send it to you.”

There is a saying that artisans don’t blame tools, but I expected that the tools used would be special if such special manufacturing skills were required, so of course I was considering sending the materials to the Dwarven Kingdom, but I didn’t imagine that I would have to go there myself. couldn’t

“Cheolkeol, all of the brave captains are filthy and naive. I don’t know if they’re simply being provided with by-products, but aren’t they the dragons you killed yourself? If you can’t meet them in person, they’re more than enough to send back the by-products, saying they won’t make them.”

Mr. Balkun, who did not even turn his head in response to my stupid answer, just replied with a big smile as if it was no big deal.

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After a pleasant chat with acquaintances, while leaving Mr. Valkun’s shop with the unexpected harvest of a letter of introduction from a dwarf in his arms, it was hard to express all the eyes that were pouring on me with words that were stinging.

I didn’t know who I was. It was simply because the employee who had cast Irashaimase at me loudly sent me off with a loud voice when I left. It took quite a while to get away from those curious gazes because I was still forming a gated city.

But I couldn’t be sure of that. The next place I would visit was the academy.

However, I am not worried about the enthusiastic reaction of the students. The closer I got to the academy, the more students recognized me, but most of them just reacted rigidly, gave awkward greetings, and whispered among themselves from afar.

And the response was not far beyond my expectations. From the beginning, the real problem wasn’t the ones I couldn’t easily talk to even when I was a simple teaching assistant. It was Seneran, who would be coiled up in Master’s professor’s office.

At the time when I was a teaching assistant, Master was busy with various things, so it was not an exaggeration to call it my private reading room and Seneran’s villa.

It’s a fact that I learned naturally because of that, but Seneran couldn’t clean dirty. In fact, it was expressed in a very relaxed way, and to express it more bluntly, it had a terrible level of vitality that made me doubt whether the concept of cleaning even existed.

Find the things you need with magic, and turn the dust with magic. As a result, the book he was reading until yesterday is scattered everywhere on the floor, and the cookie or bread slice he was eating is properly placed on a non-floor place.

Of course, most of the cleanup was my share. Maybe that’s why, even while listening to familiar movements and noises as I entered the faculty building, all I could feel was concern that Master’s office would not turn into a garbage dump.

However, despite such a desire, as soon as I opened the door with the familiar nameplate on it and entered, what I witnessed was a mess that had become 5 minutes after the opening without the neatness of the past.

“There is no professor~”

Among the books, all kinds of magic tools, and scraps of bread, a familiar slug… No, it was Seneran, sitting in a chair reading a book, united with the sleeping bag.

“Really conscientiously, isn’t this a bit serious? It’s not a professor’s office, it’s a pig pen.”
“what?!”

I wondered if his voice had risen because of a remark that could amount to defamation due to factual comment, but unfortunately it wasn’t. Seneran, evolving from a seated slug with bell-sized glasses to a standing slug, tossed the book she was magically flipping onto the desk and turned her gaze to me.

“Oh my God! If you came, you should have said you came!

Seneran, who jumped over the desk and tried to run towards me, seemed to have forgotten that he was in a sleeping bag, but he fell into a daze and made the already chaotic room even more a mess. .

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