Absolutely Do Not Touch ELdmia Egga – Chapter 156

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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“That bastard. The look on his face is priceless.”

Watching Count Bosha’s expression shift with every word exchanged with his… well, whoever he was, was incredibly satisfying.

The fact that he finally glanced in Eldmia’s direction suggested he was starting to connect the dots.

Perhaps it was the letter delivered to the royal palace during the trial.

Knowing Bosha, he likely had someone planted there.

The man was meticulous, aware of his own crimes, yet careful.

He probably already suspected something was amiss, thanks to his regular “status checks.”

“Doesn’t matter. My course is set.”

Eldmia tucked Esmee’s letter back into his coat.

Moments later, Lagnis emerged from the courthouse, her expression bright in stark contrast to Bosha’s.

She spotted Eldmia and hurried over.

“Eldmia? How did you know to wait here? And why are you in uniform?”

“I wasn’t just waiting; I was prepared to wait all day to deliver the good news, Teacher. The uniform is related to that.”

There was no point in delaying or hiding anything.

Eldmia recounted the day’s events, and Lagnis stared at him, stunned.

“I didn’t expect Esmee to go that far.”

“I didn’t expect to be able to intervene like this.”

“You’re not usually interested in politics.”

“I’m not smart enough for politics.”

Mediocre people could manipulate with words, but those who lived by their words were easy prey for the truly cunning.

Duke Lesrom, for instance. Eldmia had no desire to tangle with him.

Lagnis gave him a strange look, but Eldmia simply shrugged.

It was the truth.

“But delivering it personally to the royal palace? I thought you’d go through the Ogatorf family.”

Initially, that had been the plan.

But both Asirye and Mongsoon had argued that any document expressing the Empire’s will, regardless of its form, could be misused politically if entrusted to others.

So, Eldmia had delivered it himself.

He’d even tossed it at some unnamed official after being told no unscheduled visitors were allowed.

That, however, promised future amusement.

The royal palace rejecting an Imperial envoy because they weren’t on the schedule?

The look on their faces next time would be priceless.

Eldmia hadn’t lied.

He’d explicitly stated that the missive had to be delivered directly to the King, and that he wouldn’t be responsible for any consequences otherwise.

Someone, whose rank he hadn’t bothered to ascertain, had scoffed.

He’d even used the envelope Esmee had provided as a disguise, a little surprise inside.

“Eldmia, you didn’t cause any more trouble at the palace, did you?”

“What do you take me for? I followed instructions perfectly. That’s why I’m here, relaxed and waiting for you.”

“I wish I could have seen your face…”

Damn.

He’d thought he’d maintained a neutral expression, but his true feelings must have shown.

Still, accusations required proof.

He’d maintain a facade of nonchalance.

“Anyway, the trial ended early, so I’ll take care of some other business. You go on ahead.”

“What? Aren’t you coming back with me? Cheryl will be out soon…”

“I need to use my time wisely. It’s not like the way back is dangerous.”

Lagnis had approached him directly, but three Ogatorf knights had been escorting her from the moment she left the courthouse.

Eldmia exchanged nods with the knights and patted Lagnis’s shoulder.

“Never put off what you can do today. See you later.”

“…Don’t be late.”

“I’ll be back before dinner.”

Probably.

Lagnis frowned at his uncertain reply, but Eldmia couldn’t help it.

He had no idea what the future held.

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The clear sky darkened, and rain began to fall.

A sudden autumn shower.

Merchants scrambled to close their stalls, and the man watching them sighed.

“Lucky bastards. They get to go home because of the rain.”

“Damn it. I should have worn something warmer.”

He’d thought he was prepared, despite the sudden orders, but the weather had thrown a wrench in his plans.

The rain showed no sign of stopping, growing heavier as the sky darkened.

But they couldn’t leave.

Their target was still out and about, oblivious to the downpour that chilled them to the bone.

Their orders were simple: follow him, and kill him if the opportunity arose.

These orders took precedence over everything else.

They had no choice.

They were stuck in the rain until their target either returned to that damned dog house or wandered somewhere secluded enough to die.

They’d been tailing him for nearly two hours, and they might have had to continue for half a day more.

The fact that their target had only visited a used jewelry store during that time added to their frustration.

If they couldn’t kill him, they needed something to report.

He was just strolling around.

On the other hand, the rain might have been a good omen.

The streets were quickly emptying.

The man tried to recall any suitable hiding spots nearby when he saw a signal from one of his companions.

Intentional detection.

A coordinated ambush.

“Anywhere suitable around here?”

“They’re thinking the sewers.”

“Ah, the back alley underpass.”

Perfect.

Easy to hide a body, and plenty of vagrants to… dispose of, if necessary, to stage the scene.

But ideal scenarios rarely unfolded as planned.

The man agreed with his companions’ assessment, but remained skeptical.

“The location is good, but anyone with a brain wouldn’t go there willingly.”

It was a place even ordinary citizens avoided.

The atmosphere alone was enough to deter anyone with a shred of common sense.

Filthy, dark, and reeking of decay.

Every capital had its share of thugs and beggars, and that place was their domain.

Why would anyone dressed in noble family uniform venture into such a place?

But, as it turned out, their target was an idiot.

Not an idiot being led into a trap, but an idiot walking in willingly.

He practically exuded an arrogant confidence, as if he was looking for a fight.

“Stupid, but helpful. If we’d had to keep following him in the rain, I might have just stabbed him in the street.”

“Who knows? Maybe he’s an Aura user capable of taking down six Expert-level knights single-handedly.”

His companion scoffed, unconcerned.

The Aura emanating from their target was barely perceptible.

Any trainee from a mercenary company could probably take him down blindfolded.

They were taking this seriously because of the orders, but any one of them could easily overpower him.

That was why they remained relaxed, even as they herded him into a corner.

They noticed his pace quicken, as if he’d finally sensed their presence, but it was too late.

He was trapped.

That was why they were so surprised when they reached the designated spot and found him gone.

“He… vanished?”

“Did you lose him?”

“Bullshit. I know this area better than you.”

“Then where the hell is he? Did he sprout wings?”

“Yes. He did.”

They turned as one, and there he was, standing above them.

“Parkour isn’t easy. But fantasy is great, isn’t it? Magic solves almost everything. It’s quite convenient sometimes.”

He drew his sword casually, as if it were an afterthought.

“I know who sent you, and there’s nothing left to discuss… which means I have no reason to let you live. Unfortunate, but you chose to work for a traitor. And I don’t exchange names with those I kill.”

“You should have ran when you had the chance.”

The alley wasn’t that narrow.

Even with the buildings towering on either side, there was enough room for four of them to attack simultaneously.

“You’re dying today because you overestimated yourself, Eldmia Egga.”

Six knights drew their swords, releasing their Aura.

Even a faint Aura revealed a significant disparity in power.

Anyone with a brain would have turned and fled.

They should have.

“I said I don’t exchange names, you rude bastard.”

But, defying all expectations, Eldmia charged.

They realized their mistake only after the first knight’s head flew through the air.

“Your cause of death is complacency, assholes.”

The realization that something had gone terribly wrong, followed by Eldmia’s chilling whisper, was the last thing they heard as his blade danced through the rain.

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