Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga – Chapter 79

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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One thousand and one Eldmias began holding an unprecedented grand conference in the frontal lobe of the brain.

The problem was that the useless ones were busy running around in all directions, shouting that everything was screwed!

“I pledge on all the achievements and honors I have built up until now, that I will ensure the Rudra Kingdom cannot cause any harm regarding this honorable duel that has taken place.”

Meanwhile, Esmée continued speaking, maintaining her dignified attitude, while overcoming her embarrassment.

Really?

No joke… No!

This was escapism!

What madman would impersonate an imperial princess in the capital of the empire!

“Therefore, Eldmia, although we may not have built proper trust through this brief encounter, please, not in my name, but in the name of the empire…”

In that moment.

In a truly fleeting moment, as if a second had been split hundreds of times.

A single super-genius Eldmia in his head shouted.

-We can’t! We can’t let the princess maintain her composure! We’ll be executed! We’ll be burned at the stake!

-If they find out we tried to turn the princess into a hamster, we’ll be quartered!

-Attack! The answer is to attack! We must overwhelm her chaotically to avoid this situation, so the princess who missed her timing won’t be able to punish us!

The super-genius Eldmia’s assertion spread to all the Eldmias.

And they were me.

Ahhh! It seems so right that my body is reacting!

“No, Esmée. I won’t trust the empire.”

“You, you won’t trust the empire?”

Don’t… don’t look at me like that… With that face…

Don’t look at me with that expression like a beaver watching its trainer destroy its home!

I’m not such a cruel villain!

“To me, the empire is rather more unfamiliar and strange than Esmée. I’ve lived all my life on the border of Itisiel and only recently came to the capital.”

“Is, is that so? That’s a fact I didn’t know.”

“So I trust you, Esmée more than the empire.”

“What?!”

I don’t know why she was surprised with her eyes wide open, but at least it seemed like she wasn’t thinking straight!

“I’ll trust Esmée.”

“…W-wait. M-my heart…”

As Esmée, who had been staring blankly with her mouth slightly open, suddenly clutched her chest, I felt like all my internal organs were sinking, regardless of how her heart was.

“Eh? Do… do you have a chronic illness?”

I almost habitually blurted out “What?” without realizing it.

Please, God, stop adding variables to a situation where I already feel like I might become violent, unable to cope with the sudden change!

Is she really sick somewhere?

No, if Esmée would collapse like this, it practically guaranteed a guillotine, right?

As I hurriedly stood up to approach her, her small hands waved in the air, and Esmée’s urgent cry followed.

“Hoo! Huah! My, my heart is very healthy! Just, just wait a moment!”

“….If you say so. I understand, Esmée. I’m glad if you’re not ill.”

Now I felt my hands and feet trembling, wondering if she was really okay, with her smooth forehead to the tips of her ears turning bright red, but I maintained a smile with transcendental patience and nonchalantly lifted my teacup to drink.

I couldn’t even taste it.

wasn’t it enough just for the battle to be spectacular?

Why does daily life have to become this spectacular?

I rolled my eyes hard, wondering if there might be someone who would report me for a crime like insulting the imperial family, but we were the only ones in the café.

Even the waiter and the owner had been tucked away somewhere, their presence not felt unless we made a gesture to order earlier.

I should have noticed sooner just from that reaction…!

They were people who didn’t even care when Sieg and his group came.

Why didn’t I catch on after seeing them cause such a commotion!

“……You are a person who is not good for the heart.”

That’s what I want to say.

“Yes. Not the empire… but saying you trust just me…”

One thousand and one little Eldmias! We’ve survived!

Seeing Esmée’s lips twitch and try to approach her ear, it was clear that this mere sugarcoated comment had worked properly!

Seeing that she wasn’t even trying to hide it, I was convinced that I had somehow smoothed things over well.

Despite being in the position of the 1st Imperial Princess, she was unexpectedly weak to compliments!

“Qu-quite a glib way of speaking, isn’t it? How impudent. Just how many women have you been seducing?”

“I’m just stating ordinary facts. What could be significant in the life of a commoner who has lived only looking at a sword?”

“…As, as I said earlier, status is nothing. Even a hero, though a commoner, can receive a title anytime, and such cases are not uncommon in the empire.”

Esmée’s face, which seemed to have cooled down a bit, gradually heated up again, and she continued, stammering.

“There, there are even rare cases in history where someone rose to the rank of duke for military achievements in wartime and for, formed ties with the royal family. I think such people have much more shining value than those who simply maintain what they were born with.”

“Truly insightful. As I said at first, now I see it was beyond just a thought befitting an imperial noble, but the dignity of an imperial princess.”

“St-stop it! I’m feeling incredibly embarrassed all of a sudden!”

Yet Esmée’s lips were steadily curling upwards.

One thing was certain: I had survived another day.

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After chatting for several more tens of minutes with Eldmia, Esmée rose from her seat first.

“Then, I’ll see you again next time, Esmée.”

Even though he had learned that she was the imperial princess of the empire, and in fact, the 1st princess in line for the next emperor’s position, Eldmia’s behavior hadn’t changed from the beginning.

He still called Esmée by her name, still offered cake and tea, and talked with a smile as if nothing had changed.

All of that experience felt like a dream, and Esmée still felt her heart beating wildly.

She was breathing so hard that she felt like her heart might burst and she might die.

In fact, the reason she stood up first, even though she wanted to stay longer, was because of that.

If she had stayed any longer, she felt like she might collapse.

It felt like they had talked for days, but in reality, not even an hour had passed.

As she gazed blankly at the sky, feeling refreshed in a different way than when dealing with boring tasks, Olend, who had descended from the coachman’s seat, quietly approached and asked.

“Shall we return?”

“…Do you know where Esselua is?”

“She is attending the same class that Margrave Levien is currently taking. There are about ten minutes left.”

“We shall go to Esselua’s quarters. Make arrangements.”

Esmée boarded the carriage with Olend’s help, who skillfully finished his response by bowing and opening the carriage door.

Only after the carriage door closed could she exhale a long breath.

As she listened to the regular sound of the quietly rolling carriage wheels, her complexion and face began to regain composure, but her heart was still beating at an unusual pace.

‘I should have made an appointment for when to meet next!’

Esmée, unable to contain her frustration at a mistake she would never make normally, punched the cushion placed beside her.

But even as she was punching, she couldn’t control her lips that kept curling up at the corners.

The whole world looked like a flower garden, and an inexplicable sense of happiness spread through her.

She couldn’t even remember how many years it had been since she had such a pleasant and comfortable conversation.

With her brothers and sisters, not only were they all busy, but due to the relationships they had to maintain publicly, they needed various excuses just to meet once in a while.

Even the reason she could go to Esselua was only possible because she could use the pretext that the duel between the hero and Eldmia, and their first meeting, wasn’t exactly in a pleasant form.

Other than that, everyone else was either her enemy or her subordinates.

That’s what the position of an emperor was like, and she had lived accepting it.

She had only lived thinking it was her destiny, born with outstanding talent.

Until today’s meeting, that is.

As she was smiling broadly, recalling each conversation with Eldmia one by

The window connecting to the coachman’s seat opened, and Olend asked.

“Have you decided on the treatment of the informant?”

“Huh?”

Come to think of it, there was such a thing.

At first, it was a document with extremely unpleasant contents, but now it didn’t matter.

“The root cause was the severe control of information within the Rudra royal family and the House of Nobles. Still, they did their best, so I can’t really blame them. Just tell them to improve by getting information from commoners.”

“…Given his personality, it won’t be easy, I’m afraid.”

“I said to improve. If he’s so incompetent that he can’t understand that, he’ll simply pay the corresponding price.”

“…I’ll convey it clearly.”

In the brief moment of closing the wooden window, Olend caught a glimpse of Esmée’s lips twitching upwards again, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Whatever had happened inside the café, his master seemed to be in the best mood possible, and yet there was no disruption in her handling of affairs, so for him, everything was just fortunate.

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[I wonder if Eldmia can just lie his way into victory, he probably doesn’t even need to kill the demon king lmfao]