Chapter 253

There are always a variety of methods that can be used to achieve results that ‘win’ in all directions.

The same goes for fighting. It is nothing new that there are an infinite number of things to consider and things to consider, from the choice of weapons to cowardice, direct and indirect political parties, and so on. It is all the more natural that others acknowledge or deny the victory, depending on which of the numerous methods is chosen.

Knowing that all too well, Garoon pondered for a moment.

How will people accept Eldmia’s actions?

Of course, Eldmia didn’t know, but after the Favaera incident, Garoon had unintentionally investigated him and was in a state of affection without knowing it. Of course, if he was a villain or a pleasure killer, he would have collected all his actions as evidence and sent them to the royal family instead of becoming attached to him. It seemed like he was doing it, but he had a lot of affection.

He couldn’t ignore the fact that he was ruthless towards beings outside his eyes, but compared to the many people he had met in his life, Eldmia belonged to a decent person. It’s just that he’s a human being who has clearly defined factors that can cause seizures.

That’s why Garun wanted Eldmia to work for a long time and write more stories, but the problem is that Eldmia’s external appearance is chaos itself.

Good deeds do not show off, retaliation is not moderate, and regardless of who the opponent is, if they are wrong, they push forward. Behind that self-confidence, how hard did that young friend study so hard to know such a thing? There is a clear evidence that makes it hard to stop admiring it.

Thanks to that, people with a bit of brains understand his unusualness and treat him as a troublesome friend and keep a moderate distance from him, but not everyone can only look at him from such a positive point of view.

Because the reality is that there are more people who are not than those who admit that a 15-year-old youth is better than them. Even those who try to live as flawlessly as possible become objects of jealousy only with their outstanding talents, and they seem to believe in their talents and go crazy without knowing the fear of the world.

The more famous people get involved with him and the more power he gains, the colder his gaze will become. Even if Eldmia herself doesn’t ask for any help from those around her, in the end, the situation she induces will make those who don’t know how to look like an unlucky guy who gets preferential treatment and goes wild.

“Ummm. As expected, he did it in a big way.”

Although the reason why they came together was a bit idiotic, Eldmia’s move of overthrowing an entire civilian guild, which was normal on the surface, would never look good.

“Excuse me. I’m from the Adventurer’s Guild. I’ll be passing by.”

It was a very different experience to dig through the road confidently and ask for the understanding of the onlookers, unlike usual, when I had to hide myself. Even though he ran in his own way, he was very late, and in his field of vision, adventurers belonging to the private guild collapsed outside the building entered.

No, to be precise, the corpses and wounded who were ‘adventurers’ caught my eye.

Even at a cursory glance, the appearance of seven dead and only three or four still alive could be seen as the number of wrinkles that would be engraved between Engrim’s eyebrows. However, as far as he knew, the number of private guild members was about twenty, excluding those who had previously encountered Eldmia. In the end, it was said that the remaining members were in a confrontation with Eldmia in that building.

“Use it. I was going to pick up some more chocolate and eat it.”

If so, wouldn’t it have arrived when the lull had been reached?

There was no option to wait until Eldmia came out to Garoon, who had no ability to turn back time and had already entered through the onlookers, saying that he was a member of the guild. He stepped into the building, which gave off a dungeon-like atmosphere, hoping that the guild members that Engrim had sent to the guards would arrive in time.

Contrary to what was expected to be a mess because of the smashed door, the inside of the building was clean with no broken places. The floors were tidy and the stairs were tidy.

And the six corpses lying on the stairs and the floor were also very clean.

“...however?”

“So, I have a rough idea of why you’re doing this. If a friend who doesn’t go on a rampage before the board is laid, doesn’t that mean that the board is usually set?”

As if asking her to say more, Garoon continued to explain, showing subtle kindness to Eldmia, who was staring at him blankly.

“Looks at my friends here too, they were very determined and rushed at me, but since you didn’t even pull out a proper weapon, self-defense would be established. If the rumors of ‘ are true, it will end without any problems anyway. But Dantel... unintentionally became a little separate. He’s incapacitated.”

Not only is he not holding a proper weapon, but he can’t even stand on his legs, probably because his knees are smashed. I don’t know if I’d rather have a good leg, but Garun also had a position.

“As long as I am a member of the guild, I am also in a position to come for official duties. Violence towards an incapacitated opponent must be stopped. But if you kill him now, it may look like you have not responded to the guild’s formal mediation.”

“so?”

“I’m not saying this to intimidate or coerce... I’m just saying that you can’t avoid your own punishment. It may be a minor punishment for you, but isn’t it worth it to Dantel?”

So, let’s put down our weapons and retreat.

He was a smart friend, so there was no need to gossip behind his back. In fact, Eldmia nodded as if she understood, so Garrun thought his persuasion had worked.

“Right. It’s not worth it now.”

However, Eldmia stretched out her arms contrary to what she had agreed to and lifted Dantel while holding him by the collar. Even though he is clearly an adult man, he was so calm as if he was lifting an ordinary piece of luggage. Garun, who was momentarily dazed, said Eldmia before he could even come to his senses.

“This bastard only becomes worthwhile when he dies.”

“Sir, fuck! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Dog! Fuck...!”

Before Garoon could react, Eldmia threw Dantel, who was spattering and swearing, at the door.

And Dangtel, who was swayed by a force stronger than when he lifted it up, smashed the glass door and flew outside with a face that could not accept the situation.

“Sir baaaal!!”

Garun’s nervous nerves slowly began to see everything unfolding before his eyes. As if the world had slowed down, Garun belatedly realized how nervous he was.

In that slowed-down world, the figure of Dantel flying out of the terrace through the scattering glass and scattering blood, and the figure of Eldmia, who threw him away and then turned around and looked at her with a calm expression, created a very different scene.

In that bizarre moment, Eldmia spoke.

“The value of a result that proves that there are no double warnings.”

With those words as a signal, a rapidly spinning projectile beside Eldmia was fired at Dangtel.