How to Suck Honey at a Warrior’s Party

When I opened my eyes, I was in a room I had never seen before.

I looked around nervously, and a familiar head of blonde hair caught my eye.

“Mohan?”

The warrior, who had been staring out the window, locked eyes with me. He was still smiling, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

“What happened?”

Maybe Reg was injured, maybe he was kicked out of Arandal.

Bad assumptions clicked through my head.

“Well, all the demons have either fled or died, and the civilians in the church are in custody for now.”

“What about the injured?”

“If you mean Reg, Herrin, or Arma, they’re all fine.”

Then I don’t know why you were showing off your sentimental side.

I pushed myself up and sat up.

“…Then what’s the problem?”

“….”

Mohan approached me slowly. He moved slowly, never dragging his feet.

He sat down at my feet and took my hand.

“…You know I can’t use divine power.”

“But you’ve done a good job so far, haven’t you?”

“…I think it’s known to the demons this time, and it must be a weakness.”

Noise from outside came in through the open window. It was mainly the sound of someone crying. Someone was asking for a favour, and someone else was refusing. Occasionally there was the sound of breaking glass or heavy objects being dropped.

Arandal, whose bells had been ringing, was nowhere to be seen.

I vaguely thought I knew what the hero was feeling, but I had a different idea.

The warrior was working hard. He was already destined to be a marquis, and he didn’t need power. He was chosen by the God, and since he was chosen, he was going to do his best.

In the plays he’d read in his previous life, most of the protagonists rejected their destiny, and if his twenty-first-century self, who had been taught that destiny was something to be earned, and his medieval self, who had lived his life in obedience to the imperial court and the God, had a hundred-minute debate, the warrior would be innocent.

“Mohan is doing his best, very well.”

“But….”

“I believe in God, the one who chose you, not me.”

At times like this, monotheism can be very persuasive. It was even proven to exist. Everyone was born into it, so most people could get away with saying ‘the will of the gods’.

Especially since the warrior party was made up of the God’ picks, so if it worked well, it would not work.

“More than that, we should get ready to go to the Lord’s Castle.”

The first thing I heard after I had soothed him was that it had been a day since I had fainted. It seemed to be the result of not replenishing my magic quickly enough, as the demons were gone, not my magic being purified.

Predictably, I woke up in the church’s internal lodgings, most notably in the ‘Room of Splendid Robes’. I was told they chose it because it was the biggest and the bed was fluffy.

The rest of what I was told happened shortly after I passed out. They were mostly about the treatment of the faithful, the demons in hiding, and the permanent residents.

The few surviving demons had blown up part of the basement before fleeing, apparently a laboratory. After extinguishing the fire, he said, all that was left was an iron lab bench and some skeletons.

“Why are there people outside now?”

“What do you think? They’re telling us to get out of here.”

“Even though there was a demon in the church and we saved Arandal from it?”

“Because we’re strangers …Well, they said the medicine was just regular medicine.”

Herrin and Arma sat down on the couch and chatted.

“They don’t want to believe it, because they’ll get in trouble if they admit it.”

Arma said grimly to Herrin, who still had a puzzled look on her face. There was silence in the room for a while.

The only sound was the shuffling of papers.

Outside, the mercenaries were holding back the settlers who had gathered. All of them had connections to Reg and Arma. A few were just acquaintances across the bridge. It was a group of very outgoing people.

“What’s Cylon doing?”

“Ugh, I can’t read very well.”

The two of them got along pretty well. The fact that I’m pushing my head toward a bunch of documents, or that I’m full of reactions whether I listen or not.

One minute they’re asking me a question, the next they’re talking amongst themselves.

I’d like to think that the robes erase my presence, but after the church incident, I have my doubts.  I wonder if the word “robe” is written incorrectly in the worldview setting. Since I was already reincarnated in a fantasy world where I didn’t know where I was, there was no way to check.

When in doubt, go with what you believe.

I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt and fixed my robes. It was only one warning, but I had a presence that I’d been masking with my robes, and I wasn’t about to throw them away just because something went wrong.

I put the evidence papers back into the subspace I’d sorted on one side of the table, and sorted the rest.

Mostly papers that the Eighth would be happy to throw at the Fourth, and some that the First, Second, and Third would be happy to have… Tsk.

For some reason, after I decided to go back to the tower, I kept packing things to give to the tower. I felt like a souvenir collector on my way back from a trip.

I remember crying a lot when I escaped, although my emotions have faded over the past three years. It was a mixture of sadness, resentment, and bitterness, and I would sob my way through the space….

The escape itself was trivial; the build-up was huge. Nevertheless, time is a medicine, and I found myself looking after the tower people again.

For a moment I looked down at my separate report, <The Magic of the Demon>.

After the documentation, drugs were the next. They were mainly small glass bottles picked up from cabinets and laboratories as they were picked up when rolling.

I collected the medicine bottles rolling on the table well.

“Oh, colorful, colorful.”

There was everything.

From the local part of the devil to the horse’s foot, to the human body. Various parts were included, and some contained unknown solutions. Some of them contained plants that I had never seen before.

The common thing was that all plants were black and purple. We need to do more research, but it looked like a demon plant at first glance.

Most of the body in the bottle was pickled. A few of the remaining were like specimens to record the intermediate process of magic painting. Other than that, it was contained in various solutions such as magic, salt water, and blood, so I suspected that it was a comparative experiment.

The most interesting of them was the bottle containing the already completed pill.

Every time I shook the bottle, a blue pill rolled around.

“No way, is that ‘medicine’?”

“Yes.”

Herrin rolled her eyes around.

A final glance at the bottle on the table and the slightly open subspace brought them back to me.

“What happened at the church?”

“I just, I stole it. Because it seems necessary.”

I was going to say that it has become a very just road. I had no intention of further frightening her, whose eyes were already wide open.

Knock, knock.

The warrior who appeared lightly knocking on the door sat right next to me.

“…Well, you’ve been stealing really hard.”

That was the end of the warrior’s reaction.

I saw a tired-looking face. I patted him on the shoulder to console him.

“Did you find any relatives of the half-human half-horse?””

“Sigh, yes. I’ve found it….”

It was a warrior who dragged out a half-human half-horse body at my request. Originally, it was supposed to be left to Arandal’s permanent residence. The anger of the permanent residents was so strong that I asked them to divert their anger. It wasn’t as useful as I thought.

The warrior rubbed his forehead against my shoulder and continued quietly.

My hair tickled my neck. I was holding back because he looked so tired, but my fingertips kept wriggling.

“The relatives deny that it’s fake… It was even more chaotic, saying that I was trying to deceive by making something bad. At least… The fact that more and more people came to see me secretly and cried, asking if they were going to be like that?”

The warrior hugged me once like a teddy bear and loosened his arms.

“I think you’d better go to Yeongju Castle soon.”

His eyes looked at the slightly open subspace.

“Is this the end of classification?”

“Oh, no. There’s one left.”

I moved straight to the most spacious place in the room. Everyone followed me up. Reg, who was standing far away pretending not to be interested, came close.

I took the cylinder out of the subspace. Inside, a half-human half-horse was immersed in an unknown solution.

“This is what I stole when I was fleeing…. Firstly, I need to investigate the composition of this solution, and then I need to take a look inside the church.”

For some reason, I felt like I had more work to do. I only took the day off when I came to Arandal, but I was on my feet the whole time. My lazy, leisurely life….

I felt like I couldn’t do anything about it. Really, I only take care of Arandal and will rest. Really. I’m sure he’s the only one who’s following me around and holding his breath. When I saw it this time, the warrior is not a warrior for no reason, but he cuts everything on his own. I pushed myself to the limit, but I was no match for him.

The only hope is that Reg and Herrin, who couldn’t handle one slime properly, have now subdued dozens of people without any deaths.

Even Reg was very good at tanking against the demon. Thanks to this, the standard of ‘one serving’ was raised, so it seemed that only simple magic was needed. You don’t have to help them out.

Arma, who was good at hitting and falling out depending on the situation, suddenly came forward.

I gave Arma the look of ‘do you have any questions’ as I did when I announced a new magic ceremony in the church auditorium.

“Where did you find this?”

“It was one of the cylinders standing side by side in the underground laboratory.”

“… Yikes.”

That was the end of Arma’s reaction.

She stared at the half-man half-horse in the cylinder, her eyes red and blazing.

“Do you know him?”

“…A fellow who came to Arandal with me. Our entire mercenary corps has been looking for him….”

That was a strange thing to say.

Mercenaries do drugs?

They weren’t a squeaky-clean bunch, but mercenaries generally didn’t do drugs or anything with unknown uses. The reasoning was that it’s dangerous to get dazed.