How to Suck Honey at a Warrior’s Party

Argh! Who is it! Stop!

Clatter-!

Panic echoed through the village.

We agreed that we should hide inside the church to catch the demon and the demon worshipers, specifically the basement. I can figure out the location of the basement through magic, so it was a matter of hiding.

In response, the warrior came up with a very nice plan.

‘Robes make you invisible, don’t they, Cylon?’

The plan was simple: we’d all wrap ourselves in robes and sneak into the church.

There were many robes used in the church, and the infiltration of the church was smooth because the robes themselves had an effect.

It was simple to say that you became a new believer at the recommendation of your neighbor when you received suspicious eyes.

Being fragile and possibly suffering from post-traumatic stress, I was only tasked with figuring out the church structure.

Mainly,

-Beep beep! Beep!

It was to spread magic throughout the church and sound a warning tone.

The demons made security techniques only in important facilities, so once the warning was sounded, it was an important facility.

While everyone was scrambling around in confusion, the warrior shouted urgently.

‘Oh no, it’s an intruder! Move! Move! Move!’

Then those who were confused were scattered in all directions. Someone opened the door to the prayer room, someone to the bath, and someone to the basement.

Those who went to the prayer hall were taken by Herrin and Legs, as there were many of them, as it was likely to be early in the morning. Arma would take the baths, and the basement would be the warrior’s.

“Cylon, I’m done organizing.”

In his previous experience, the warrior began by breaking down the room at the end of the basement, which means ‘fruit’.

The vibration coming up from the basement scared the villagers and fled the church. The demon worshippers and demons running in the hallway didn’t bother to look into the auditorium, where nothing was amiss.

As I sat still in the auditorium where there was no one, the warrior appeared.

Then we went down to the basement and looked around to see if there was any document to help with the evidence.

The half-human half-horse in the cylinder was the most difficult factor to handle. It was more difficult than the increasing number of sinners in each church.

After three more churches, there was no more furniture to throw away in the subspace. Now it was really just my private house, personal belongings, and evidence.

“Cylon, you don’t have to pack everything.”

The warrior patted me on the shoulder.

I must have looked disturbed as I stood in front of the cylinder and looked at the half-human half-horse.

“It’s not something that can be solved right away…. If you can’t solve it right away just in case, it’s right to get rid of it.”

The warrior was cool. And that’s right.

However, due to the nature of the subspace where time is stopped, I thought I could save several people.

Of course, it would be hypocritical to say ‘save’ because some of them would be experimental….

“Let’s play Tetris.”

“Tetris?”

“You know, the block matching game? There is such a thing.”

“Is it a game that mages enjoy?”

“Well, not all mages do….”

I made a rough outline. There was a possibility that I would ask another mage later, so I also put a foundation on it, saying, ‘not everyone’.

Because there were so many idioms in my previous life, there were times when words that didn’t fit my worldview came out like this. But I can’t think of any other expression.

I raised my head brazenly and headed for the ground. The warrior followed me, shaking his head.

My sweet home appeared in the church backyard.

I hadn’t taken it out in the Horn Mountains because I couldn’t sleep peacefully in it, and I hadn’t take it out in Arandal because I was staying in a hostel. Although it wasn’t the one I pulled out to rest in, it was still a welcome sight.

“…Are you sleepy?”

The warrior had a look on his face that I didn’t quite understand but was determined to somehow make sense of it. It was the first time I’d ever seen a warrior with a face like that.

“Just look.”

I’m not doing this because I can’t think of an alternative word to use instead of the word “let’s do Tetris.”

I went inside the house.

Using the subspace, the furniture was put in and out, and the location of the furniture was adjusted. It was smooth sailing, except for a bit of heartbreak when I had to put a chest of drawers above the bed.

The furniture that had been pushed to the back of the house had opened up a lot of space.

Then I placed the cylinders in the space one by one. My house is not big, so I could only fit about four cylinders.

Still, there was room for four more cylinders in the subspace, so it was a successful Tetris.

“Block play is….”

“What do you think?”

“It seems to be effective in organizing.”

The warrior praised me.

“…I’ll change the bed after the trip. Something that Cylon might like.”

He even promised me a very nice welfare.

Afterwards, when he found out that my subspace was full, he called me after killing a half-human half-demon.

I don’t know when he disposed of the corpse, and when I went underground, I found nothing but broken cylinders and a watery floor.

Arandal manor was a castle as large as the size of the estate. There were three main courts inside the castle, making it look like a small imperial palace.

The warm sunshine fell, and several birds flapped their wings.

In comparison, the duke faced seemed to be a sick man.

His haggard cheeks, tired eyes, and gnarled fingers created an unhealthy atmosphere around him. The way he held his head as he listened to us was also quite exhausting.

We spoke of the demons within Arandal, and of the permanent residents who had unwittingly sided with them. As the reports continued to come in, each one unfavourable to Arandal, the reaction was tepid: no anger, no agitation, no mockery of the opposition.

Even after the warrior’s words, there was still silence in the drawing room.

“…so, what am I supposed to do?”

The answer came a long way later.

The duke swept down his face with both hands, as if openly tired and bothered.

“Don’t you know it well?”

“….”

There was silence again after the warrior asked back.

I thought he would deny or proudly spread his shoulders like Count Panko, and I didn’t expect him to show signs of wanting to do anything because he was tired.

I thought carefully that it would be right to say at least that the Duke of Arandal did not collude with the demons.

The atmosphere was too gloomy.

“Butler.”

The duke called the man who was municipal behind him.

The butler inclined his head slightly toward the duke.

“Take all the sinners who came in today to the border.”

The butler gulped and answered.

“…I’m glad there were no soldiers.”

“Wait, you use it as a soldier without investigation?”

Herrin interrupted in a frightened manner.

The duke shrugged his shoulders with no sign of displeasure.

“Well, is there any other way? Arandal is at war right now.”

“….”

“Do you know what I was thinking when I heard that the demons were practicing devil worship inside the Arandal?”

“We’re fucked…?”

The serious and serious atmosphere was cut off.

I looked up puzzled and everyone was looking at me.

“Uh… Did I just say it out loud?”

“It’s all right.”

The warrior smiled gently as he wrapped his arms around the back of my hand.

So I did say it out loud….

I could feel the heat rising in my face. As I lowered my head, I could hear the Duke sighing.

“Heh, I’ve never been so worried about a marquise before.”

“Thanks for your concern, but I don’t think the duke should be concerned.”

“I’ll be pierced by your eyes, very much.”

I glanced up at the duke’s murmur.

Then, as if on cue, the warrior looked back at me, his eyes sparkling.

Hmm, still like a jewelled eye.

“…yes. Anyway. Arandal is at war now. And I don’t have the manpower to do anything else because I’m protecting the border.”

“But…”

“If you’ve heard that there’s a demon inside Arandal while we’re all dying trying to defend the border.”

“….”

“I thought I was barely blocking it, but should I admit that it has already been pierced? Even if the personnel are secretly transferred, words will leak out, and anxiety will spread widely

“Is there any support from other territories?”

I’d never heard Reg addressed with respect before. Even though he was only respectful, his tone was still fierce.

The duke looked up and down the leg three times, and slowly opened his mouth. It seemed that he decided not to nitpick at the way he spoke.

“By other territories… do you mean Duduli, who’s standing in the way of the Grub Forest, or Rumor, who ate the Templars in a fief war, or the central and southern nobles who keep their mouths shut about other territories?”

Now the duke was sarcastic, leaning his back crookedly.

“Do you see the birds out there?”

Everyone’s eyes turned to a large window in the drawing room.

Just in time, the butler opened a window. Then a white bird flew into the window.

The white bird, circling the drawing-room, sat down on the butler’s hand. The bird had a small leather canister on its ankle. It was a bird trained for communication.

“This is the bird that carries urgent news to the neighboring estates.”

The duke took the news from the butler with a graceful gesture that belied the stiffness of his seat.

His eyes darted back and forth over the small piece of paper, then swept over the party once more.

The duke, who raised one eyebrow, stared at the warrior.

“…I thought you had quite the list of criminals you’d captured, but it looks like you’ve done a pretty good job of it. Perhaps our hero is more skillful than I thought.”

“Fortunately, I’ve gained quite a bit of experience during my adventures.”

“Well, that’s good, because others would spend their entire lives trying to gain a single level, but you were chosen by the God.”

“I suppose it’s the care of the God.”

“…You’re quite the warrior.”

The grinning warrior was steadfast.

He was good at lying shamelessly.

The newsletter the duke had just received seemed to have written how the warrior party had broken down the church. The duke looked openly suspicious of whether the warrior was hiding his skills. His posture was crooked, his face was pungent, and his tone was tic, but he was aristocratic in his turn.

“All right. I’ll do this.”

The duke made an exaggerated gesture.

Even that seemed to have used the remaining power as it was, so I felt sorry for him.

“If you’re this good, you’ll be a great addition to our border defences, and if you’ll fight on the border for a week, I’ll ‘squeeze’ my men to investigate the interior of Arandal. What do you say?”