Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

If you ask the imperials who the next emperor of the Empire Esnua is, opinions will be divided over the 1st and 2nd princes, but in the imperial family, everyone agreed that the 1st princess, Esmuet Vistim Tel Noir, was treated as the next emperor.

It was the same for the emperor’s eight children except for her. As such, she had most of the knowledge to succeed the emperor.

Intelligence, charisma, magical literacy, etc. She excelled in all areas except swordsmanship, but the most brilliant thing was her intelligence that no one could have predicted.

She was the next emperor that no one could deny, as it only took three years to end the conflict in the imperial family, crush the factions, and dry the root of the dispute over the succession to the throne with only a cool brain.

That is why all tasks related to warriors who can become the core power of the empire go through her hands. Even when an incident breaks out, she is the first to be reported on and the first to review the plan to utilize the hero, and it is also her job to see and receive the trivial daily routines that occur around it.

So Esmuer hated warriors.

It wasn’t because of the hero’s debauchery. Esmuer knew his sister, Esselois, well. If the hero was a person with a personal breakdown, he would never stand next to him. So, no matter what reports he heard, Esmuye had no doubt that the character of a warrior was more like playing a dissipation while raising a serpent inside.

If the hero was born after his death. Or, if he had been born much earlier and defeated the demon king right away, one of his overflowing tasks would have been reduced, so he only hated him who was born in the same era.

She was busy with work, and the hero was one of the biggest culprits in the sudden proliferation of her work.

It was like that until just two days ago.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

“Wow, princess! Fix it!”

“Leisure!! Now!! Does it look fixed!!”

Her snow-white hair, no matter how much she tousled it and tore it off, kept it soft and full like silk. That is why the maid in charge of her grooming did not worry about Esmuer’s pulling at her hair.

But it was another thing when she slammed the desk and struggled. Because Esmuer’s actions, which can’t hold back his anger and run amok with the momentum to destroy the surroundings, will destroy not the objects around him, but his own body.

Despite all his outstanding talents, he was too weak to learn swordsmanship, and he was the owner of a smaller and weaker body than his younger siblings.

The maid quickly rushed in and covered her struggles before she was seriously injured. Enraged, Esmuet struggled hard, but it was futile.

“What the hell is this guy! Why does he beat the hero as if it were natural?! Why did Rudra’s idiot suddenly die and fall apart!!”

The original purpose was to create a contact point between the hero and the Marquess of Ethiel.

Unlike the Marquis of Levien, she is a girl who is considered to be loved by Mana. From the day the story spread throughout the empire that even that battle mage, Radnell Vandes, put everything down and focused only on her education, she was scheduled to join the warrior party to subdue the demon king in the future. Of course, Ragnis himself didn’t know this, but making it happen was what Esmuier had done and what he did best.

He believed that if he made a good excuse to become disillusioned with Ithiel in the conflict between the royal faction and the aristocratic faction and the ensuing war, he had the possibility of becoming a naturalized member of the empire.

There was a good chance if the hero was only interested in it and if he could meet him often enough to notice the unknown hero’s true heart like Eselua.

However, an unexpected presence came out and took all the hero’s attention.

Go to Eldmia.

An unidentified man who wears the protection of the high elves. With that alone, he defeated the hero on the first day of his visit while he had to be promoted to a person of interest.

It was the name that was mentioned when investigating Ragnis’ identity, so he didn’t know it at all. However, the only information Esmuier could obtain was a record of her activities in the capital, and she had no doubts that it was only an employee temporarily lent to her as a result of her relationship with the Ogatorf family.

Even though I’ve heard that she wears a platinum earring on one side as an external feature, what kind of crazy person would have guessed that she was the guardian of the high elves after hearing that? I can even count on one hand the record that humans got it in the first place!

Even she was able to find out because there was an ancestor who was married to a high elf and stepped down from the position of emperor among the previous emperors, so there was a record about him, otherwise there was no way to find out.

When she still believed in romance, she never imagined that the momentary deviation she had been looking for and reading would be so helpful.

“How on earth did such an idiot get praised as the leader of Rudra’s next generation of magic knights! Rudra guys all wear things on their shoulders as decorations!”

Magic Knight Gwilve Vise Belluin. The young lion of Rudra. A man who would have been called Viscount even if it had only been a month. Despite being only 18 years old, he was the owner of such a recognized talent. He was one of the geniuses who do not miss when people who like to talk about the age of heroes mention it.

That’s why I decided to invite and meet the hero as planned.

“What a genius! What an idiot! Who wrote a report on this guy! Where the hell is this level that can be dismissed as ‘a nobleman’s pride is a bit excessive’! Neglect of duty! I’ll be punished severely!”

“Princess please…!”

Even though he was 18 years old, he was the owner of a short height of less than 150, so Esmuier’s struggle was not at all threatening. The limbs she wields in anger are so weak that even a doll cannot pierce them properly.

But what she says is never light. The old butler, who was watching Esmuer and the maid’s physical fight, quietly ordered someone to prepare a document about who the investigator was.

“Shik…ssik…Allend!”

Unsurprisingly, Esmuer, who was not in good physical strength, quickly became exhausted. The anger didn’t seem to be resolved yet, but the reason she called the old butler’s name was clear, so he answered with a light bow.

“I have already sent a letter to Rudra.”

“What did you send!”

“Sir Gwilve’s death and reason. And the details proving that it was a legitimate duel, the timing of the transfer of the body and belongings, and the envoy’s request to discuss this situation were written down.”

“Period!”

“I emphasized that I will prepare immediately within today.”

“Very good! Get ready to go out right now!”

“Even though I told them to hurry, it will still take time for the envoy to arrive…”

Orlando, who was lifting his waist while hesitating, smiled at Esmuer, who was about to throw off his business dress with a force of tearing it off. Seeing the half-screaming maid, she sighed and bowed again.

Above his head, Esmuer yelled.

“They committed the crime, how could the women wait first! It’s Eldmiada! Get ready to go to the academy!”

“I’ll follow your orders.”

Esmuer said further to Orland, who was about to turn 180 degrees and go outside with his back bent.

“Let’s also write and submit documents about the people who posted reports about Gwilb!”

“It’s already being prepared. We’ll make sure you can see it from the carriage.”

“Very good!”

Hopefully there was a good reason for their erroneous report, Orlande left the room.

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“Sir Eldmia!!!”

“Please! Please teach us!”

“Please marry me, Eldmia!”

“Eh sir, please…!”

fuck. fuck. fuck.

A cub like the king of the ring. He was a lot more famous than I thought.

what? The young lion of Rudra? I’d rather be Rudra’s mutt!

I expected that he would fall in love with Eldmia again and become mad, but his madness far exceeded my expectations because of his popularity. Ragnis smiled as he looked at me, who had fallen into exhaustion in an effort not to break the fairy tale knight mode even in the midst of endless suffering from morning class.

“I can understand that absurd confidence, though.”

“It’s just really worthless information.”

Even though information is junk food itself, his death was very beneficial to Ragnis. She explained that even the empire was sided with us in the face of certain mistakes, and that thanks to Gwilb, a super-special frog in a well that no one could have imagined, even rewards could be extracted from the Kingdom of Rudra.

“Maybe it was inside Rudra, but since they came all the way to the empire and paid the price, the next envoy would probably feel like their hair is falling out?”

Even the guy who is not just evaluated as a ragtag, but the guy who is a strong candidate for the next leader of the magic knights of Rudra, has cast insults so recklessly that it is possible to push back that he insulted for the purpose of war if he is determined and hangs on in Ethiel.

Still, it’s amazing that he was such a talented guy.

“Your skills weren’t great. Even if you fought Cheryl, you could have lasted about 10 rounds before losing.”

“…Maybe lack of practical experience.”

“Hmm. Is that so?”

It was because the body with the buffs on it was a bit strong. Perhaps because he had little experience of being beaten and looked down on me, he died without showing his full potential.

Is it because Delt, who reacted to my attack and even accepted death, remains in one corner of my memory? Those who can’t reach that all look unsatisfactory.

I really don’t know what the standard for strength in another world is.