Chapter 513

Soha Shinore tilted her head as she looked at the resistance of Beerare, whose one side had collapsed.

It’s not that I wonder why the castle was destroyed like that. It was because of what the unit members were collecting and reporting while he was looking at his inner self and organizing his thoughts.

“Warrior?”

“yes.”

Eldmia.

A human race that is called a hero in the Demonic Church. The report that a guy who must have been on the front line suddenly appeared in a corner of the demonic territory was a story that was hard to understand.

“Proof?”

“It’s unclear. Those who are presumed to have directly witnessed them all joined the procession of the church. The rumors that were expected to be the first sightings that could be found were also reported by Virere’s advisor Emmett, and he did not deny it. was.”

“It looks fake.”

No matter how much the demonic religion would put up a fake hero for survival? Looking at the deputy’s expression full of meaning, Soha thought so seriously.

“There are no reports of hearing flutes.”

“ah!”

It has already been confirmed that Eldmia is the flute knight who has become Levien’s nightmare. And as you can see from his nickname, he is as famous for his whistle as he uses special magic tools.

There is a story that he was a human race, but there are more testimonies that he couldn’t see his face because he was wearing a helmet, and although it was rare to come out directly, there was a telegram that he was still steadily appearing with the warriors of the empire.

Although he does not show the majesty he showed at the beginning, considering that the ‘divine punishment’ that turned the battlefield upside down came from the fragments of the sword thrown by him, it is said that he has no choice but to go into a rest period because he used too much power. I could see it, so it’s not particularly strange.

There’s a good chance he’d show up here with a camouflage on the front line, but that hypothesis seemed to be taking the situation lightly now.

“It might be more accurate to say that the church had a secret number hidden away.”

All the magic tools planted in Epaga Sierra in the empty Rengi were destroyed, and the corroded body that I thought would be enough was destroyed. In the garrison, enormous divine power was fired, and even the traces of grinding the terrain were evident.

Soha, who was about to be a little angry at the fact that the result of observing the church’s forces moving while investigating the traces was like this, shook off his emotions with a single sigh and continued his words step by step.

“And wouldn’t it be more reasonable to assume that he received the help of an insider along with the trump card? Earl Virere is innocent, but advisor Emmit is different, right?”

Susanno Emmet Rell Otnock.

The nickname that was generally known was that, but among the high-ranking wizards, he was called the capricious Otnok.

After working as a professor of magic, running as a mercenary, sitting down in any village and giving advice like a hermit sage, when he comes to his senses, he settles down in a corner without rumors and conducts research. His biggest eccentricity is his boiling whim. because it was

They say it’s a whim that has its own reasons... but, anyway, a whim is a whim.

“Beerare only held on for a particularly long time. Since his salary was cut, it must have been time for him to move slowly.”

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The dreary and gloomy sky seems to represent my current mood.

“It’s like fucking.”

Of course that never happened, so even the weather would be just fucking me. While I was shaking my head to try to distract myself from the bad smell coming up from my body after not washing for too long, Saint Deoni came slightly closer to me.

“Hero, you must use vocabulary that sets an example for the followers.”

Then, despite being exhausted, he politely tackles me.

Actually, what I just said was close to talking to myself, so I could only hear the saintess next to me, but it was nothing new because she was a person who made an argument that was very close to the theorem that we should be careful even in trivial matters. I answered with a smile as I looked at her dark circles.

“Assuming that not only does he have a mindset that angers at injustice and rejoices at justice, but that it is the result of the fact that the front and the back are one body in which there is no gap in the way it is revealed, one might think that it is a model for everyone, not just believers. Could there be?”

“...Dog, hmm, hmm. Sophistry.”

“You were going to call it bullshit, right?”

“No. It was a cough.”

She was a saintess who blushed a little while making poor excuses, but honestly, deep down, she must be thinking the same as me. Not that I’m like an incarnation of both the front and the back, but the fact that this is really fucking like right now.

After a long forced march that feels like a miracle that no dropouts occur, we are now in the realm of beastmen.

After being homeless and moving for nearly three weeks, no one could avoid being a beggar, but none of them died or gave up and escaped. It’s not a joke, it’s amazing that not a single dropout has occurred. The story that maybe Epaga-sama might be giving her some strength is spreading among people.

However, feeling a small joy in something unknown whether it is a miracle or grit is also for a while, and soon after we enter the domain of beastmen, we are put in a situation where we are in a tense state of confrontation with those who appear as if they have been waiting.

I wouldn’t have been so nervous just by facing him. However, the problem was not from the front, but from around 20,000 us from behind.

They are all combatants, but we are more than half civilians. When a fight breaks out, it is always at a disadvantage.

“Who is Eldmia Ega, who claims to be a friend and benefactor of the beasts under the name of Krul Pitaly Bazaso?”

In the midst of such a long silence, a gigantic beastman who seemed to be three heads taller than me came forward and opened his mouth.

The wide shoulders and the ferocious muscles that cannot be described with the expression of being muscular are more like armor than the armor worn on top of them. His short and heavy tail seemed to be enough to inflict great damage just by swinging it, and the heavy greaves and gauntlets with his limbs exposed as if he didn’t need any weapons seemed to tell instead of what an excellent fighter he is.

But even when I saw him like that, I had to feel a strange sense of affection rather than feeling intimidated.

“I am Minoka Toydi, one of the great warriors who protect the sacred land as a child of the great Cerro Ripiti. I have already heard that there is an Eldmia Ega among you. Who is it?”

The face of the prisoner on the top of the neck and the thick trapezius muscle, as if a steel frame had been crumpled at a construction site, was, of course, a raccoon.

Managing facial expressions is extremely difficult.