Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 711

The first sacred method that was performed after receiving the teachings from Saint Deoni and receiving divine power through a straw from Este was performed properly without any failure.

It was such a subtle feeling that I would have been hesitant if I had done it alone, but there is no doubt about it because there was testimony from Laugh Bell who was right next to me.

But there was an unexpected problem: the blessings were spread over a much wider area than I had anticipated.

[Isn’t that good?]

When I showed a dissatisfied expression, not only Este, but also laughed and asked with a puzzled expression, but I was able to say with certainty.

“It’s a disadvantage now.”

In the unlikely event that you are caught at the end of the line of sight, it is also a way to give the enemy a chance to respond, and since backtracking is not something you do once and for all, but something that requires constant attention, I find it difficult to respond quickly because my movements are restricted.

“It’s a problem that we have to apply maximum pressure to meet the curfew, but… the problem is that there’s no way to track them down other than me.”

While Ragnis was attending the meeting, it was fortunate that they decided to take charge of the quarantine issue of the area that had been investigated with the help of Serta and Lord Lenisa, who were acting as agents. Although there were many regrets, now was the time to make the move.

However, the excessively extended range of the sexual law was quickly reduced with Este’s help, so after getting the feel of it through two demonstrations, I headed towards the first target, the southern gate, with a smile on my face.

The plan itself is simple:

Search and kill or capture. If no spies are found, the area will be temporarily sealed off with the help of the Serta and Levien garrisons to block their escape routes and continue the operation. The only difficulty is that this entire process must be completed overnight, if possible?

Of course, working in Levien, which boasts a size that is on a different level from (old) small cities like Ogwen, while meeting these conditions was by no means an easy task, as it meant running until one’s feet were sweaty.

It will be an unforgettable night for both us and the Demon King’s army, who may be hiding somewhere.

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The assassins who safely entered Levien early in the morning through the southern gate were able to reach their destination, the hideout, after moving separately according to plan.

The expression is grandiose, but in reality, it is just one of the temporary shelters created by the Special Operations Department when the Demon King’s army occupied Levien.

At first, there were skeptical opinions that it was already known to the royal army, but the sight of dust piled up on the materials that had not been disposed of because it had fallen so quickly directly contradicted such opinions, so the assassins and the magician who had cast the mutation spell on them breathed a sigh of relief and enjoyed a brief moment of sweet rest.

Although there was chaos as mutations were released in the meantime, no one was left behind, so their sense of relief that they had a good start began to crack when everyone’s eyes began to focus on the old magic tool for communication that showed no response even though the promised time had passed.

“Did the North Gate fail?”

“They were more skilled than me, so how could they… If by any chance the North Gate infiltration team had failed, the observation team should have contacted us separately.”

The observation team, which was made up of special agents who chose to infiltrate instead of flee at the moment when Levien fell into the hands of the kingdom and finally came to light, was already confirmed to be operating normally as soon as they entered the residence.

Was it a mistake to decide not to contact me first unless it was a set time, considering the possibility that I might be tracked?

As the anxiety and nervousness gradually grew by the second, the magician’s agony deepened, and at that moment, a signal rang out from the communication tool.

-Beep· Beep· Beep· Beep· Beep·

“North Gate··· Infiltration failed·”

The transmission and reception distance is short, and there is the inconvenience of having to memorize the code that changes the language into a signal in order to use it, but because it is impossible to eavesdrop or track, the signals that are being emitted by the remnants of the old era are only understood by magicians belonging to the special operations department.

As such, it was natural that the assassins’ attention was focused on the wizard amidst the overflowing tension.

“Alert… Serious… Curfew… Commencement of warrior activities… Purge of allies through unknown means?!”

Because of this, the raw emotions felt by the wizard were transmitted to the assassins as well.

-Beep, beep, beep… beep beep

However, the reason I was able to hold back from forgetting my usual calmness and asking questions was because of the signal from the magic tool that was getting faster and faster.

Even to those who knew nothing, the only thing that filled the dusty living quarters was the loud noise of something being chased. The wizard, who was panicking and sweating, opened his mouth again belatedly.

“A procedure similar to disease prevention is in progress. Once the blockade begins, it is impossible to escape with the abilities of field personnel. The influence of the spiritist Serta. Everywhere.. are spirits.”

I was familiar with Serta’s abilities, which were called the One-Man Army, but it was difficult to understand because of that.

He doesn’t have the ability to track down demons. Does that mean the warrior has that ability? That’s not true either.

There were many suspicious circumstances, but the special agents who were actually hiding were just passed by.

“Along with the light that was manifested on the battlefield… the sacred law was manifested. From this point on, contact with the allies was lost. The cause was most likely the warrior….”

They say ‘deul’

How many Special Forces agents are left in Levien? The maximum number of personnel per city is twenty, but I don’t think they’re all left?

The wizard felt dizzy from the reality that was hard to accept, but he still tried to move his mouth and head to interpret the following signals.

“Operation failed. We will use all possible means to…”

-Beep beep beep beep…

But at the same time, the urgent signal suddenly changed into noise.

I heard a sound because I had pressed down on the magic tool to send a signal and couldn’t release it. The wizard, who was dumbfounded and didn’t understand the meaning for a moment, soon realized reality and distorted his face.

“Fuck!”

The noise stopped at the same time as he hurled a curse and threw the magical tool, but the wizard didn’t have any illusions that it was because the magical tool was broken. That magical tool wasn’t something that would break with just this much impact.

The only reason the noise stopped was because someone had removed the body of the agent who was holding down the magic tool.

“We’re retreating. The operation has failed. The observation team has determined that there is no hope. We have to get out of here quickly!”

Operation failure

Escape by any means necessary.

The ones who stopped the wizard from leaving the base, believing the signal the agent sent while risking his life, were none other than the assassins.

“That can’t be happening. We must carry out Master Noi’s orders.”

“I don’t have time for this damn bickering! That magic tool is an old-fashioned shortwave transmitter and receiver!”

It is literally a relic of the old days, with a range so short that it can be called miserable if not passed through a magic amplification device called a relay station.

There is no way to know what the agent beyond the magic tool was thinking when sending the signal, but at least it is clear that he contacted them after confirming the deaths of other agents using the old magic tool and making his own judgment.

In other words, the warrior completed the search and killed the agent in just that short amount of time.

It can’t be any different here.

“There’s no time to grumble! If the warrior comes…!”

“In that case, we will kill the warrior.”

The wizard felt madness at the sight of the assassins speaking resolutely as if the embarrassment that had been transmitted had never happened in the first place.

He was a wizard and a special agent. He knew a lot of information that was not known to the world, and because of that, he lived his life knowing in his bones how complicated and dangerous it was to have ‘no information’. From his perspective, assassins were nothing more than fanatics who did what they were told, not obedient dogs or anything.

It also meant that they were no different from the followers of the demon god who just followed the words of the demon god.

“Do as you wish. I’m leaving. Use the prepared equipment as you wish. It was meant for that purpose anyway.”

I have no intention of sacrificing my life to save those people. The wizard, who had hastily pushed away the assassins and left his temporary shelter, quickly cast a spell of invisibility and a spell of noise suppression before trying to walk away.

The attempt would have been successful if a pillar of light had not appeared, illuminating the already dark night sky.

“The law···?”

Whether it was the Demon King’s Army or the Special Forces, it had now reached a point where they would have a seizure just by looking at the pillar of light. Despite this, the magician was able to remain calm because he felt a blessing coming upon him at the same time as he witnessed the pillar of light.

Was this something the warrior cast to strengthen himself? It boasts such an enormous range? If so, what was this spell supposed to strengthen?

“······It seems like there’s no change other than the magic power being a bit quieter?”

I stopped walking and held my breath just in case to check, but as expected, there was no change other than what I just felt.

While feeling relieved by that fact, the wizard realized that he had no time for this, and was about to run again, when he heard a sound like something falling through the wind above his head, along with someone’s voice.

“There are a lot of them”

With that voice, the wizard’s neck rose toward the sky.