Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 74

In the end, because of Siegfried who didn’t wait for to finish my al, my short break had to be invaded by the warriors.

They said they wouldn’t even touch a dog when eating, but it’s clear that these guys don’t treat like a dog.

When she complained to Ragnis, who had returned from her business, she smiled as if it were absurd.

“To think that the hero even said such a thing. You must have liked it quite a bit? It’s not exactly wrong.”

Ragnis was more surprised that Siegfried had the insight to observe the situation around him with fairly normal thinking than the fact that he had approached directly to give such advice.

Still, before we t for the first ti, the evaluation wasn’t that low, but even Ragnis, who had suffered since childhood, regarded Zeke’s behavior so negatively that it suddenly occurred to him that he might be treated as an asshole in the Empire.

“By the way, you know about visiting foreign countries, as expected, the 4th princess is constantly providing information. According to Marquis Bende, it’s a story that only a few of the emperor’s faction know about.”

“Hmm? Is that what you t today?”

“That’s right. Yesterday I couldn’t see my face all day.”

“Hmm. That’s right.”

“…I told you in advance, did you just have a normal conversation?”

“No, that would have been it.”

“Really?”

For so reason, the next day passed like that while taking the rest of the class with Ragnis, who vehently emphasized that they had only exchanged light greetings and chats about the current situation, and reported even trivial details. It was a day that went smoothly, except for the fierce response from the people around .

But trouble ca the next day.

“Hmm. Are you a commoner who defeated a hero?”

A nobleman dressed in attire that seed to show off that he ca from another country approached us as soon as we got off the carriage, and he started talking to .

A nobleman with three servants behind him, with curly blond hair and a jeweled scabbard and sword fastened to a belt embroidered with gold thread, and jeweled rings on each finger large enough to be used as knuckles. He looked at like an altar, showing an arrogant attitude.

Recognizing ans that you know who Ragnis next to you is, but this kind of reaction? To openly glance over, as if evaluating an attendant in front of a master?

“…Who…”

He was dumbfounded by the sight, but kept his composure as much as possible, and the mont Ragnis opened his mouth, it was as if he was wearing an outfit most similar to that of a dieval aristocrat in my mory with a very crude splendor. One of them continued talking while stroking the poml of the sword he was wearing around his waist.

While completely ignoring Ragnis.

“I want to see your skills. Follow .”

After that, as if it was all too natural, I didn’t even check my doctor and walked toward the arena?

Today, as always, I had the illusion that a bad Eldmia and a worse Eldmia were crawling out of my wine-colored half-cloak, which was neatly ironed by the servants. Like that, I shared the absurd feeling with the Eldmia in my image, staring at him and not taking a step. Sensing a sense, the guy turned his head and imdiately frowned and raised his voice slightly.

“What are you doing? I’m a busy body.”

-Are you crazy?

– Is it sothing crazy?

Whoa. Calm down little Eldmia sons. Isn’t it the duty of a true modern man to check even astronomical odds?

I imdiately suppressed Ragnis, who was about to jump forward with his face flushed red with insult, and asked the only possibility that he could take such an action.

“Are you the emperor?”

To be honest, it was rude even for the emperor, but there was nothing he couldn’t take into account.

Conversely, unless you’re the emperor, Ragnis, the nominal owner next to , is still keeping his eyes open, but trying to treat like a subordinate in that way is an act of disrespect beyond imagination. do.

That’s why so many students who witnessed this nonsense by chance stopped walking in astonishnt as they passed by. The more aristocratic common sense student was so embarrassed that his complexion turned white even though it was not his business.

That’s fucking ridiculous now. Isn’t it a situation where you have no choice but to ask the emperor even though you know it’s not true?

The way he looked at was a completely different reaction from other people.

“Hmmmm. Even though I’m familiar with the figure of an aristocrat, it’s to the point where I’m misunderstood as His Majesty. I feel good…”

Huh? Does that asshole take this as a complint?

I didn’t want to see the corner of my mouth going up in sickness anymore, so I cut off the words.

“You’re not even the emperor, so how can you defa and humiliate my master, Ragnis Lien da Levien, the Marquis of Ethiel, in a public place like this?”

“…what?”

no. Why are you making a stupid face?

He furrowed his brow as if he was openly displeased and annoyed.

“Right now, if you dare to ntion the handful of honor that the nobles of Ethiel have, I…”

“Pull out your sword.”

“uh?”

“I have no conversation with you. Draw your sword.”

After pulling out my sword to prevent from doing anything else, I held it upright for the oath of a duel. With just that, the surroundings, which had been frozen like a field of ice, began to stir and create a bustling movent, and three of his servants ca forward with stern expressions on their faces to stop the nobleman.

“If you are unable to fight directly, appoint an adversary. I couldn’t stop you from spitting on my master’s honor with my own two eyes, so now all I can do is fight against you or your master who died in a duel or who insulted your master’s honor. Either kill the opponent and restore the master’s honor, albeit belatedly.”

Even if it’s because I always act as a butler, I’m still studying to beco a wandering knight, eating the ho-cooked als of the Oga Torv, one of the best knight families in the kingdom, for over a year.

In order to beco a wandering knight, there was a prerequisite beyond imagination that you had to morize all the chivalry of other countries. I don’t know if it’s because I’m wandering here and there, so I don’t know if I’m told not to collide with knights from other countries because of differences in ideology, but I need to know everything anyway.

So I morized it, so I was sure.

Being treated like this anywhere on the continent is a legal duel.

I imdiately split the top of my head with extre anger, but it turns out that even if he is a duke of any country, he is legal enough to be extenuating the normal.

And Eldmia Ega, who was hired as an attendant and exclusive butler for a week, is a true intellectual who knows how to be faithful to her job, and can’t just pass by this fucking situation.

“Now…”

“I am Eldmia Ega. The son of Radan Ega and Avisher Ruina, an apprentice learning the sword of Ogatorp and walking the path of a knight, and later wandering the road for the peace of the kingdom and the peace of the people. It is a sword that I swore to walk. I ca here with an oath to serve and protect the master, but I could not prevent the insult towards the master’s honor. I swear to the gods, I will definitely set it right.

I never imagined that the day would co when I would be able to read the declaration of a duel after living my real life, but that was today.

Accidents never stop happening wherever you go. I don’t know the day ahead of my life.

Still, the declaration must be finalized.

“I lost the owner’s honor in this place, so I will restore the owner’s honor in this place. Until then, I will neither reap the sword nor open my mouth.”

A great welco party began, with students watching and students scattering in all directions to find the professor.

“Who am I…”

“Brother. It’s already too late.”

Seeing the three n who thought they were servants cut off their master with a bitter look on their faces, they seem to be either knights or apprentices. Still, if you see a clear reaction, I think it’s an article.

However, the aristocrat still only asked them back with an expression and tone that showed both annoyance and absurdity.

“Are you late?”

“That young man has already declared a duel and swore silence. If he tries to leave, he will chase and cut him… Even if the emperor cos, he will not open his mouth until the duel is over.”

“It’s absurd. I heard that I competed with the hero, so I thought I’d check my skills, but you didn’t know my subject and insulted this much?”

It was a miraculous guy who only talked about things that made doubt my ears every ti he opened his real mouth. Rather, the servants seem to be a little bit insane, but at least they understand the situation.

“It can’t be helped.”

“Kill it. Not worth it.”

“…then .”

Not being able to feel an aura is more uncomfortable than I thought. I really don’t know how much he’s doing it, so it’s because in most situations, I don’t know whether I should moderate my strength or go out with all my might.

But if you’re going to kill , it doesn’t matter.

As the two guys, taking the aristocrat behind them, spread their distance, the tallest of the three, the brunette, pulled out the sword he was wearing and said,

“This is Rag Wenstera, the antagonist. Gwilo, the eldest son and rightful heir of the owner, Baron Jagnella Vis Belluin, will raise her sword for the honor of Viss Belluin. I feel sorry for you…”

what? self-promotion? Are you implying that you’re going to win?

I don’t know anything else, but I can feel my carelessness dripping from the words.

It was so disgusting that he simply bowed and raised his mana to the fullest while adjusting his posture.

“Go…”

And as soon as he was about to take a step forward with a low voice, he dug in and blew his neck as he passed by.

It was as expected and nothing major. It has already been proven through many experiences that most of the guys who do not feel the aura are not able to stop my surprise attack.

I was just deeply admiring the sword, which cuts much better than I expected under the acceleration that I have beco accustod to.

Co to think of it, what was the first cut with this sword? Should I say it’s like a sword handed over directly by a Dwarf artisan? Compared to the one I used before, it cuts cleanly enough that I don’t even feel resistance, so I wonder if it’s a dwarf dwarf.

“uh…?”

I looked at the aristocrat and the two remaining servants who couldn’t accept the situation until the mont his head flew cleanly into the air and landed on the floor.

“Rag… in one blow…?”

And seeing that they couldn’t keep their mouths shut, he raised his sword again and took the posture he had taken at the beginning.

The expression of the servants who saw it beca contemplative. Either that or not, I put in my mouth what I could say because the one duel was over.

“The adversary’s skills are poor, so it’s not even worth weighing against the lost honor.”

There is a terrible side to a duel in another world. It doesn’t matter when the parties end it, but when the adversary is put forward, the terribleness stands out.

The duel isn’t over until I drop the sword.

It will not end unless a new adversary is raised or an apology and forgiveness are sought. Even so, the latter should co with reasonable compensation.

And the fact that they beca contemplative would be proof that that bastard possesses a personality that never apologizes.

Did you think you won by beating the warrior? Let’s go until we go sowhere.