How to Suck Honey at a Warrior’s Party

“…Okay. What’s wrong?”

Reg tensed his entire body. The existence of a drugstore alley was a problem in itself, but it was common for a large estate to have one, so he was puzzled by my serious reaction.

This time, of course, it was serious.

“It’s probably a drug that turns people into demons.”

“What?”

“If that’s what the church is handing out, that is. And these guys, I don’t know what they are, they do this ritual called ‘grace’.”

“I’ve heard of such …grace.”

“What? Who the hell….”

“They said it’s called Oberyn.”

“What?”

Oberyn? The Oberyn I know was with Reg?

My face instantly frowned. I shouldn’t have followed him out of curiosity, but I felt bad about it. What had I gotten myself into by being a ‘fake Oberyn’?

I could feel my empty magic cylinder. The air was stale, and I couldn’t fill it up.

“No, he’s not even a god here, why is he with you?”

“Well… Herrin said mistook Oberyn for you and spoke to him.”

“What?”

“I apologized because it wasn’t, but Oberyn cried…. Herrin was trying to calm him down….”

Roughly speaking, he met Oberyn crying and Herrin comforting him.

“Huh. The church mistook me for Oberyn.”

I was about to tell him that I had been misunderstood and had followed him.

“I know. Oberyn said he saw you being taken to the church.”

“He said I was taken?”

“…No?”

“No, no. That’s right, that’s it.”

There seemed to be a bit of a misunderstanding. In hindsight, it was probably a good thing, so I decided to let it go. My conscience prickled, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to be labelled a curious nutcase. I’m an innocent victim, remember.

I looked away from Reg’s eyes, which had softened slightly. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything more.

“I’m going to go help him.”

Reg told me to yell out if I needed help, and then headed off in the direction of the warrior.

As it turns out, the warrior and Reg work well together. Reg blocked attacks with his shield, shoved enemies aside, and leapt up to slash at them, while the warrior’s sword sliced through the gaps. Compared to his earlier torso-bashing, Reg now looked like he was flying.

“Wow.”

The demons that had been playing tag with me fell down one by one.

The demons also felt the danger and used the demon worshippers hiding behind them as meat shields.

“Get off me! You said you’d take us in!”

“Why! For what! Alas, Lord Badel!”

The demon worshippers scratched at the back of the demon’s hand that held them by the hindquarters. They were thrown towards the sword, unable to avoid it, and died. Each time, a scream of betrayal rang out.

Did they really believe the demons were on their side all along? It seemed so naive to me. If the demons had any intention of accepting humans in the first place, they shouldn’t have invaded the human realm so blindly.

In the end, the corridor was crowded with Demon Worshippers trying to escape the Demons’ clutches, the Heroic Party, and the Demons trying to resist the Heroic Party somehow.

“You lowly things!”

Serpin threw his hands up in the air. Serpin stood out amongst the demons, who couldn’t fight even if they tried.

In time, Reg was able to parry only Serpin’s blows, but even then, he could feel his feet slipping away.

Apparently, unlike me, who was zigzagging, u-turning, and rolling with all my might, Reg, standing upright with his shield, was easier to hit. Serpin’s attacks were brilliant but lacked precision. He also seemed a bit simplistic.

Serpin just hit Reg’s shield with a feverish look on his face. He seemed to be angry that the shield was withstanding his attacks time and time again. He didn’t realize that that shield wasn’t just a shield, it was a shield made by an ancient mechanic….

In the meantime, the warrior has finished off the researcher demons.

Only Serpin, Regs, and the warrior remained in the corridor.

Serpin stared at the golden glint of the warrior’s sword for a moment, then turned and ran.

The warrior followed him straight away.

I looked around the inside of the hallway and inside the church where I could still hear screams here and there and decided to follow in the footsteps of the warrior. It was because Serpin’s backside was repeatedly stepped on.

It wasn’t a gesture of running away, but rather a gesture of preparing for a final attack. His shoulders were straight and his steps were imposing.

I followed him a little slower, not wanting to get in his way.

There were no more demons, perhaps because of the rampage in the lab.

It was walking around, looking around as if on patrol.

Thud.

I looked down at the body at my feet. It was the corpse of a half-human half-horse, neatly slashed across the chest. I hesitated for a moment, then laid it to one side. Half of its body had been turned into a demon, but its face was still relatively intact, and I would have to find its next of kin later.

At the end of the red corridor was a sliding door. I could hear the clinking of weapons inside the half-open door.

I pushed the door open and peered inside.

Inside was not only Serpin, but also his colorful robes. Reg was holding Serpin at bay, and the warrior was locked sword to sword with the colorful robe.

I quickly checked the mana barrel. I felt the magic that was about the tail of a mouse again.

Good, I could use one spell.

It wouldn’t be a high-level spell, but it would be enough to turn the tide of the battle.

I swung my hand in the air again. My whole body felt heavy in this high-magic space, so I decided to add magic to the mix.

“Thunder Storm!”

My fingertips pointed towards Serpin.

The warrior was clinging too tightly to his colorful robes, and his iron sword looked dangerous.

“Ack!”

Black water is also water, and the electricity worked very well. It was a successful move, except for the fact that it opened its eyes and lunged at Reg, spooked by the electricity.

“Thanks for the help.”

Reg, who had been pinned against the wall to avoid being bitten, turned around.

“I’m broke again.”

“It seems so.”

“Bastards!”

It seemed that Serpin had found himself collapsed. The colorful robe fluttered violently at the foot of the robe and became angry. The warrior had retreated a little. The colourful robe immediately began muttering in a language he had never heard before. It flailed its arms erratically, as if it were struggling.

The room was dark enough to rely on the little light that came in from the corridor, and in the middle of it all, a light flashed.

It didn’t come from above, but from the ground. There were no devices on the floor that could have produced the light, so it must have been a trick. The way it unfolded, it wasn’t anything resembling ‘magic’. It was probably an old trick used among demons.

My eyes narrowed at the evidence of the change in the demons’ methods.

The light from below revealed a face in colourful robes, hidden beneath a hood. The inverted shading looked eerie.

The warrior’s grip on his sword tightened as the atmosphere became unnerving. He held it in front of his chest, ready to defend at a moment’s notice.

The demon’s eyes glowed black, and it opened its mouth.

“Oh my god, you. You’re a warrior.”

It was the damned thing that sent him.

The eyes of the demons were directed at the warrior, but it felt as if he was looking at something beyond the warrior. Seeing that he had not noticed that he was a warrior before, the black glow that remained in the eyes of the demon seemed to be the cause.

“Alas, Lord Badel wishes to be rid of you.”

The radiance gathered in the demon’s eyes spread to its entire body. It was as if Badel had lent it power.

A ball of red flames formed in the demon’s hand, and dozens of spears rose from its back. All of them emitted a black radiance.

A black glow, light could be black. It sucked in the light around it and glowed black alone. The small room seemed to contain nothing but spears and fireballs created by demons. This was despite the fact that there was clearly light coming from the ground.

It was a strange thing. It was strange, and I could predict that this man was at least one of the demon’s closest associates. The quality was different from the fog-like magic of the demons he had encountered before.

“Whoops…!”

Reg dropped to one knee in agony. The hand that wasn’t gripping his shield was clutching at his throat.

“Reg!”

I immediately cast a protective spell on him.

I had lived my whole life with magic in my body, so I was different from Reg, who was a normal person, who could resist Magi to some extent.

I could feel the magic dwindling in an instant.

Oh, shit, I’m screwed.

I scooped up another drink and cast a shield over the warrior’s body.

My vision blurred.

Plop.

Mohan didn’t look back, even though he heard Cylon collapse. Reg, too, was bracing himself with the shield, but he seemed to have lost consciousness in that position. The silver glow from the shield struggled against the darkness.

“A warrior protected by a mage…. Shouldn’t it be the other way round?”

He looked like he’d just seen something very funny, and his voice was ticklish.

“Huh? Isn’t it, warrior?”

Mohan chuckled softly, barely keeping his expression from hardening.

“I am so loved.”

Then he swung his sword. The golden auror had grown in size, forging a more solid golden blade.

Cang-

The demon that had so easily stopped the Swordmaster’s auror with a single spear laughed. It was clearly mocking.

“You can’t defeat the mysteries of the Badel with such a haphazard grab.”

“….”

The Swordmaster’s auror was too good to be a mere catch. The demon stood before him, openly taunting Mohan.

Mystery was a mutant temperament that was born with only a small number of living things. A power of unknown origin. It is the power that the Lord does not take back, so he thinks it will be the power that is allowed.

There are many types of powers, most of which have visible results, but if they are not acquired, they are called ‘mysteries’. This is because in the eyes of the majority of living beings who do not have mysteries, they are merely mysterious powers.

So, not knowing what the mystery of this demon called Badel was, Mohan had to brace himself just in case.

‘What do you believe?’

Mohan’s stance changed.

He’d moved beyond simple slashing and had begun his family’s sword training.

It embodied the wind that had always accompanied the Moroccan estate. The sword swung fluidly, drawing lines in the air. One by one, the spears floating around the demon disappeared as the sword swept like an inescapable wind.

When the demons hurled black fireballs, they shattered into tiny pieces and scattered in the air, and when new spears and swords charged in, they snapped in half. It was a true testament to Mohan that the church building did not collapse.

“…Why.”

Nevertheless, the demon was unharmed.

“Hahahaha! Show Lord Badel a more dramatic face!”

The demon opened its mouth wide and laughed.

Mohan seized the moment. Laughter was the demon’s most defenceless time. A deep slash tore half of its mouth open.

Green blood soaked the nape of its neck.

Despite the stab at its most vulnerable spot, the demon didn’t stop smiling. Instead, it licked the blade that was still embedded in half of its face.

“Mmm… I see.”

The muffled words could not penetrate the demon’s amusement.

“You can’t use your divine power, half-assed warrior. Crunch, crunch, crunch!”

It sneered at the warrior, unable to laugh properly through the blood.

“All credit to Badel….”

The black glow from the demon’s body slithered away, heading for the ground.

Without hesitation, Mohan slashed at the creature’s throat, but even then, the head and body were not properly separated, connected by a black glow.

The demon melted into the ground and disappeared.

Mohan knew instinctively that it wasn’t dead.

It missed it.

With the information that he is a warrior and can’t use divine power.