Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga – Chapter 102

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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I’d imagined something grand, but in the end, the method was simple.

Connect my magic power to the sword’s magic power like the strings of a puppet.

Then, connect the sword’s magic power, which was now able to move, to that bastard.

Whether that alone would be enough to send his head soaring into the sky like a winning spin on a pirate roulette was uncertain… but with no other options in sight, it was worth a try.

However, things that were simple in theory were never simple in practice.

“I’ll tear you apart alive, just like that bitch!!”

“Oh? Completely lost it, have we? This firewood’s been burning for quite a while.”

It had been over ten minutes since his eyes turned bloodshot, a stark contrast to his usual pattern of regaining his composure every three to five minutes.

He was still in a state of rage.

Yet, he stubbornly clung to his piercing magic.

I had grown so accustomed to those spells that I had the luxury of dodging while conserving my magic power.

“Why!! Why won’t it hit!!”

But he still couldn’t modify his magic.

And now I knew that was his limit.

Encouraged by the sight of him on the verge of foaming at the mouth, I focused on my sword once more.

It wasn’t impossible, right?

Since that thought, synchronizing with the sword had been manageable.

I could maintain the connection even while running around like this.

I connected my right hand to the scabbard and my left hand to the sword.

Just by slightly moving my left hand, I could feel the sword trying to draw itself out of the scabbard.

This confirmed that my assumption was somewhat correct.

Wow.

Wait a minute, couldn’t this be swordsmanship with magic if I got used to it?

My heart started pounding, just like the day I first learned to enhance my body with magic power.

A flicker of anxiety crossed my mind.

If I could do this, were there other demons out there who could do the same?

I shook my head, dispelling the thought.

I could worry about that later.

It was already chaotic enough dealing with this guy, why worry about that now?

“The problem is connecting this with him…”

This was the biggest risk factor I felt while connecting my magic power to the sword.

Holding the sword while running was no problem, but if both he and I were moving, I was certain the connection would never hold.

At least one of us had to be completely still for the connection to have a chance.

Of course, there was no way that bastard would stay put for me, so I was the one who had to stand still.

But would he just stand there and watch while I suddenly ran out, stared at him, and struck some weird pose?

He’d probably fill me with holes.

I had to kill him quickly, before he could react.

Getting hit was out of the question in this situation.

I had to protect my vital points and attempt this in an open area where I could fully concentrate on him, dodging the magic power embedded in the surrounding trees.

And I had to create a situation where he would let his guard down, to buy myself as much time as possible.

With that much figured out, the plan started to take shape, and I decided to put it into action.

“Hey! You were right!”

“What…?”

“I think I should run! It’s not just because I can’t kill you because of that curse, there’s no way I’d get caught by a washed-up has-been like you! See ya!”

I used this final taunt as a signal and started running again.

“Aaaaaargh! I’ll kill you! Screw the questions, I’ll just kill you!!”

Now that I knew he was using mana, I didn’t have to worry about him suddenly appearing out of nowhere like before.

He would just chase me while flying with levitation magic, like an ordinary human mage, and then drop down.

“Running like a rat won’t change anything!”

As expected, he immediately took to the air and started watching me as I weaved through the trees.

He maintained a constant distance as he pursued me, but it wasn’t because I was slow.

Honestly, even elves would compliment my speed in this dense forest.

It was just that he had a huge advantage, flying freely without any obstacles.

He was trying to attack, but his spells were being blocked by the trees.

Naturally, his accuracy was even worse than usual.

Escaping was much easier and safer than when I first emerged from the gate.

I continued to taunt him as I ran, just in case he gave up the chase.

Soon, I reached a somewhat open area, similar to what I had been aiming for.

“Damn it.”

It wasn’t ideal that it turned out to be a cliff with no way back.

Should I be happy that I could jump off if things went south?

I had no other choice.

I turned around, checked on the bastard in the air, and attempted to synchronize my magic power as I had planned while running.

I prayed to whatever god was listening that he would let his guard down, and I even stuck my leg out to get hit by one of his spells.

Maybe it was because I saw the magic digging into my thigh in real time, but it felt even more painful than before!

“Shiiit…!”

“Ha! This is the end of the line!”

At least my sacrifice paid off.

He was lowering his altitude with a mocking laugh.

The threads of magic power extending from my sword were reaching him smoothly…

“Huh?”

Suddenly, my body went limp, and I fell to my knees, instinctively using my sword as support.

Did he do something to that spell that hit me?

Just then, as he started to regain his composure, he spoke.

“Hmph. That’s what happens when a human uses magic power. Looks like you’ve reached your limit.”

Uh, no?

This feels different.

At least I knew this wasn’t part of his plan.

Then this exhaustion must be a result of trying to interfere with his magic power.

It felt like a boulder was pressing down on me, it was far more than just a person’s weight.

Just maintaining the connection to his magic power was taking everything I had.

Was a human life not as easily snuffed out as popping a bottle cap?

This was tough.

Most importantly, it felt like my magic power was being sucked out of me.

It was as if I was giving him life force instead of trying to kill him.

“I’m still pissed… but I’ve calmed down, so I’ll give you a chance. How did you dodge my magic?”

“Why would I tell you that when I’m about to die?”

“The difference is between a painful death, and a clean beheading. That’s reason enough, isn’t it?”

I was talking about your death, not mine.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression as I struggled to grip my sword with trembling hands.

“You’re going to fight in that state?”

“Damn it, shut up. It’s really fucking hard.”

A tingling sensation, like my limbs were falling asleep, spread through my body from the edges of my magic power.

I instinctively realized that I was now connected to his magic power through this sensation.

But at the same time, drawing the sword out of the scabbard became incredibly difficult, unlike before.

It was as if the sword I was holding was his body.

“Hmm…? Something feels different.”

As I focused on the connection, I saw him stroking his neck with his left hand.

Putting aside the difficulty, I couldn’t help but smile at the confirmation that my assumption was correct.

I was about to kill someone, and yet I was smiling.

Maybe I was going crazy too.

“I haven’t asked for your name yet.”

“I don’t have a name to give to a human. If you’re trying to stall…”

“I don’t really care about your name either. Just saying.”

He looked at me as if asking what I was going to say, but all I could offer was a farewell.

“It was disgusting meeting you, and let’s never meet again.”

I poured all my remaining magic power into strengthening my arms, and put all my strength into drawing the sword.

“Gah… Gahk?!”

The sword didn’t budge, not even a millimeter.

But it wasn’t completely ineffective.

His eyes widened in shock, and he grabbed his neck in panic.

“Wha- What?! What’s, what’s happening?!”

I wished he would stay clueless for a little longer, but his wide, frantic eyes turned towards me.

He glanced between me and my sword, and instantly grasped the situation.

Things never went as planned.

“Nooo! What the hell are you doing!!”

Spheres started forming around him, but I could only laugh.

If I had drawn my sword, I might have had to jump off the cliff, but this was different.

I could survive this as long as I protected my vital points.

“Die! Die!!”

As he started screaming again, consumed by madness, over ten spheres shot towards me simultaneously.

I lowered my body as much as possible, twisting to the side, protecting my head and vital points with my outstretched arms and legs.

I wanted to look away from that terrifying attack, but I had to avoid getting hit in the head, so I stared straight at him, putting all my strength back into the sword.

With a creak, this time the sword moved, even if only slightly.

With every millimeter the sword moved, his actions and gaze became more frantic.

“Aaaaagh! What! What are you doing!!”

An attack he had never experienced before.

Pain he hadn’t felt in 80 years.

And the unexpected threat to his life, coupled with the complacency and delusions he had been indulging in until just moments ago, seemed to have driven him to launch his magic indiscriminately.

He probably wanted to charge at me and knock me down, but just as I couldn’t touch him, he couldn’t touch me either, so he didn’t even try.

In the end, his only option was his magic.

His struggle was so intense that I thought I might end up with holes all over my body.

Then, suddenly…

The resistance I felt from the sword halved.

He must have noticed it too, his eyes widening as if they were about to pop out.

His expression was so desperate, so different from the indifferent reaction he had when I had aimed for his neck, that it was hard to believe he was the same person.

Pity?

I would never feel that for someone trying to kill me.

I scoffed at him with all my might.

“Can you feel it? Your death?”

“Eldmiaaaaa!!”

“Yeah. That’s me, you bastard.”

I drew the sword, certain of my victory.

Even though I was just drawing the sword, a strange pressure, like a gust of wind, surged around my magic power, but thankfully, it wasn’t a problem.

In the brief moment as the sword was halfway drawn, I saw one of his spells hit the fluctuating blade and scatter into pieces.

For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of light, something Yekaterina and the others had mentioned before… but maybe it was just a hallucination from blood loss.

But that didn’t matter.

His head definitely flew into the air.

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[In this chapter i imagined the demon as doriya from dbz lol. too heavy]