Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga – Chapter 47

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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The subsequent conversation with Lagnis was ordinary.

Intermittently, there were comments like, “What kind of study are you doing?”, “Your magical achievements are so rapid that even Lord Radnelbandes is more than satisfied and always unable to hide his amazement”, “The surviving members of your family are gathering after hearing the rumor”, and so on.

However, most of the conversations after that were questions about me.

In fact, I’m not the type to live a spectacular life every day, so I didn’t have much to say. Nevertheless, Lagnis persistently and enthusiastically inquired about my daily life to an almost annoying degree.

To be honest, it was a bit intimidating.

“Anyway, I don’t have anything special to prepare, right?”

After a round of interrogation-like daily conversation, I checked with her as it seemed about time to head to the guild. Lagnis nodded with a satisfied expression.

“This time, Eldmia will be going as my escort. It might be a bit inconvenient, but I’d like you to move around in the equipment and clothes we provide.”

“They’re providing free food, accommodation, and clothing. It can’t be that difficult.”
It’s not like it’s the military.

Anyway, as the personal escort of the Viceroy, no one can carelessly challenge or order me around. It’s just like going on a trip.

Still, we’re going to the heart of the Empire, so surely there won’t be any real threat, right?
… Somehow, it seems like incidents kept happening whenever I reacted this carelessly in the past, but this time should be different.

“Then, once the specific schedule is decided, I’ll send someone to Ogatorf.”

Unable to see me off outside due to the presence of servants, I left Lagnis’ mansion behind. Things had already changed a lot since our initial arrival in the capital, so it couldn’t be helped.

By the time I retrieved the equipment I had left behind, purchased additional supplies, and returned to the guild, the sunset had faded, and night was beginning to fall.

I arrived just as the guild was wrapping up its regular request operations and starting to focus on running the restaurant, and Engrim came out as if he had been waiting, ready to welcome me.

“You’ve arrived at the perfect time.”

“From what you’re saying, it seems I’m not the first to arrive?”

“Haha. That’s right. In fact, you’re the last. By ‘perfect timing’, I mean the food preparations have just finished.”

Whether he was simply being diligent or had just been sitting at the guild all day since we made the appointment, I didn’t arrive particularly late, so I nodded without hesitation and followed him inside.

At first, I thought we wouldn’t talk in such a public place, but judging from the noisy lobby, it seemed more natural and secure to have our conversation here.

It was clear that in a little while, it would become so noisy that talking to the person next to you would be difficult.

It was truly a case of hiding a tree in the forest.

Since few people would come to the guild at this hour, I couldn’t have imagined it would be like this and was quite surprised.

Noticing my reaction, Engrim provided an additional explanation.

“It’s noisier than usual. We offered a bit of a discount.”

Looking around in amazement, I could see that food and drinks were being sold at nearly half their usual prices.

It made me wonder if it was really appropriate to entrust such a serious matter to someone as inexperienced as me when they were willing to spend money like this.

However, since it was Engrim’s own judgment, I decided not to interfere.

It’s not like my actual abilities are that limited, and I should be able to protect myself somehow.

“Well, well, Guildmaster. You’ve arrived right on time…Wait, what? The last member was Lightblade?”

As soon as a blonde female warrior, with muscles rippling beneath her leather armor, spotted Engrim and me, she reacted.

Looking at her table, there were two other men and one more woman besides her.

While each had their own distinct appearance, none exuded as much presence as the reacting female warrior.

The female warrior boasted such a massive, muscular build that one could suspect her of having Radnelvandes’ bloodline.

Although I’m no longer particularly short, I could tell she would be slightly taller than me if she stood up.

Yet, her face was round and pretty, creating an extreme contrast.

With a face that delicate on a body whose clenched jaw seemed like it would bulge with muscles – it wasn’t an exaggeration to say she looked like she had stepped out of a comic.

“Lightblade isn’t a novice, is he? While I don’t doubt the Guildmaster’s eye, it is quite unexpected.”

The bald man sitting opposite her, who had already started drinking, showed abundant emotion on his sharp features as he smiled.

The others didn’t speak but reacted similarly, while Engrim let out a hearty laugh and pulled out a chair for me to sit comfortably.

“This time, there was a request that made me confident in his abilities. There won’t be any problems.”

“Hahaha! I’m not doubting that. Ah, Lightblade, it’s impressive that you’ve already made such a name for yourself. Don’t take it the wrong way – if anything, it’s a compliment.”

The female warrior’s sweeping gesture seemed to create a breeze as she laughed heartily, and I simply smiled in return.

I didn’t actually know any of them, but they all seemed to know me, so I was already overwhelmed and found it difficult to react any other way.

Have I really established myself as Lightblade? Here, they’re just calling me by that nickname instead of my name.

“That friend of yours does have a real name, you know. Isn’t it a bit much to keep using that kind of nickname, Yekaterina?”

The man flaunting his lush beard and head of hair next to the bald man gently warned in a voice befitting his appearance.

The female warrior, Yekaterina, opened her eyes wide in cute surprise before exclaiming in panic:

“Oh? Is that so? Is that how it is? I’m sorry about that! I just thought since a nickname implies a level of presence, any would do. My apologies if I was rude.”

Judging from her reaction, she didn’t seem to be of Radnelbandes’ direct lineage but rather a foreigner. The purple-haired woman sitting next to her added:

“Yekaterina is from Rubil, so she’s a bit weak in that area. Please don’t take it too seriously, Egga.”

Wow, I really don’t know any of them, but they all seem to know me.

Not having expected this situation at all, I decided to cut to the chase before delving deeper into the conversation.

“It’s really no problem, but since I don’t know any of you while you all seem to know me, I think someone should explain the situation.”

In fact, I already had someone specific in mind for “someone”, so I looked at Engrim. Engrim, who had just sat down and was stretching his neck, gave an awkward smile and replied:

“Let me say in advance that I didn’t give any of them a heads-up. As you can see from Yekaterina’s reaction.”

“No need to make a case out of that. Why don’t you just introduce everyone while we eat?”

Since I was getting hungry too, I grabbed a turkey leg from the food-laden table and started eating.

The others smiled and began their meals as well.

Yekaterina was a warrior from Rubil. Judging from her pretty yet formidable physique and musculature, which the purple-haired woman said was characteristic of Rubil people, it truly seemed like a warrior nation.

She was an Amber-rank adventurer who wielded an enormous warhammer as easily as swinging a wooden staff, so she must have been skilled enough to use Aura without issue.

The purple-haired woman was a mage named Rellie. From how she naturally referred to me by my surname instead of name, I had assumed she was of some noble status, but… Whether she was hiding it or for some other reason, she said she didn’t have a surname.

Despite being an Amber-rank adventurer, she was classified as a “Star-bearer”, a highly ranked mage.

I can barely use magic beyond lighting a campfire, so I hadn’t paid much attention to that aspect.

I only remembered it as a concept similar to the magical circles often mentioned in fantasy novels – a kind of certification.

However, I did know that while the Amethyst-rank was the

The bearded man was an Amber-rank adventurer named Ginh, a dwarf.

Although his build made me initially think he must be a giant among dwarves, it was actually a twist – he was truly a dwarf, just unusually tall for their kind to the point where he could pass for a short human at a glance.

But the real surprise was the bald man.

Introducing himself as Gaendal, this bald man’s nickname was the incredible “Weapon Master”.

“While the others are quite remarkable themselves, Gaendal takes it to another level,” Engrim commented.

“It’s just a nickname people started calling me that somehow stuck. I don’t have particularly impressive skills,” Gaendal deflected.

However, they said he could wield practically any weapon put in his hands, living up to his moniker.

Still an Amber-rank adventurer, it wasn’t for lack of ability but insufficient achievements – he would soon promote to Azure-rank.

Hearing all this, I felt remarkably ordinary.

Anyway, by the time the introductions looped back around to me, we had become comfortably conversing over our meals.

“And as you all already know, this is Eldmia Egga. He’s commonly called Lightblade, but…”

“Ah, the skilled ones call him Lightblade, don’t they?” Yekaterina interjected.

“Huh? Lightblade?”

What blade?

“Yeah, he’s famous even among mages. He clearly doesn’t use magic, but his swordsmanship is like magic,”

Rellie nodded in agreement as no one objected.

Even Rellie seemed to know about this “Lightblade” name that I myself was completely unaware of.

I was at a loss for words.

What is it? Why am I the only one who doesn’t know my own nickname?

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