How to Suck Honey at a Warrior’s Party

The wind reclined the robe hood.

The landscape seemed to rustle with every movement.

Little by little, the yellow sea was breathing.

“Wow, Duke, you are amazing.”

A soulless voice came out.

The duke sent us to the border. So far, so good. Anyway, it was a place that I had to stop by to go to Demon King’s Castle, and since it was a ‘warrior party’, I expected to play a part in defending the border for a while.

But I didn’t know that I would be researching and fighting at the same time.

The terrible events that befell me came without warning. The management of Arandal’s permanent residents is a job for no one but a duke, and such a duke seems to have a dozen bodies to spare.

We agreed to listen to the duke without further ado, as we would be helping him along the way.

Even though we had an open discussion in front of the duke, he remained quiet and enjoyed his teatime. Three more birds flew in and out of the tea table as we briefly discussed the matter.

‘Good. It’s a warrior’s party.’

‘Yes. How refreshing to have a warrior party.’

In the meantime, the duke’s sarcasm, which felt like a greeting, passed.

I pulled out the evidence I’d gathered, the report summarizing it, and a cylinder of half-man half-demon.

I was explaining the manpower requirements and environment necessary for the investigation of half-human half-demon and some hypotheses inferred through the report with the feeling of taking over.

The duke, who slightly raised his hand and cut me off, asked a question.

‘Are you a mage?’

What an obvious question, and until then I hadn’t even realised it was a trap. I nodded, a little dumbfounded.

‘Yes.’

‘You’re… very competent.’

A red light went off in my head.

I’m… competent?

My eyes flickered nervously between the duke and the warrior sitting across from me.

The warrior’s eyes were twinkling.

I clasped my hands without realizing it.

Oh, my God…. I’m not rebelling, I’m rolling into a warrior’s party, so please remove the duke in front of me….

But the God was cold.

This is not how the one God works.

I ended up having to come all the way to the border and write a research report. It was because of the half-human half-demon research that would play a very important role in border defense.

‘No, I’m…. I’m not incompetent, but I’m not competent either…!’

‘Oh, but who says? You’re very competent.’

‘No, I said no…!’

‘Have confidence! you are a blessing to this empire!’

‘Oh! Please! Really!’

The duke, who sprang up, even came up to me and shook me. Fortunately, the warrior smashed the duke’s hand. But it didn’t change the very ominous tingling sensation in my shoulder.

The duke got all excited and said some bullshit about how the mages on the border were already working on it, and not to worry.

What do you mean a mage! Mages! I’m the mage who ran away from the tower!

I bit my lips tightly because of personal circumstances that I couldn’t tell the duke.

Later, the duke used his position to put pressure on me, and you wouldn’t think he’d be the same man who’d been exuding an air of ‘I don’t like your attitude, but I’m in a tough spot, so I’ll let it slide’.

‘How dare you refuse the orders of the aristocracy now? No matter how much the tower is treated outside the empire, it’s a group that belongs to the empire.’

The duke, who suddenly spoke with a heavy weight, was really obnoxious. He even held his back and raised his head, but it was so bad luck.

When the duke pushed into the position of ‘duke’, even the warrior could not stop him. The brave man’s voice in my ear apologizing touched my heart.

I eventually came to the desert where the sand made a crunching sound.

He became a multi-mage who had to run out and support immediately if the demon caused a wave.

“Life….”

“Hey, Cylon! What are you doing? Why don’t you explain those cuties to me?”

A hand came up over my shoulder.

When I turned around, there was a face with light brown hair and round glasses. His smile with his freckled cheeks twitching is very… It was like a pervert.

“Go away, Mason. I’m serious.”

“What’s so serious about you. You sang a song to escape and even ran away from the tower. “

Mason smiled, raising only one corner of his mouth. He was a friend who approached me first when my curiosity about the Eighth School hit the ceiling. Later, he was also a great contributor to realizing that even the schools floating outside the tower were all equally crazy.

“Stop setting the mood and come on in. I’ll have to listen to the explanation of the cutie before the enemy comes.”

Mason put a leash on me. He lifted me up and hung over his shoulder. Mason’s humming was heard through my abdomen, which was in contact with his hard shoulder.

Crazy, fucking bastard. Really.

While going, I thought a warrior would show up and save me, but that didn’t happen. I may not be a princess, but I’m his colleague. It was such a bummer.

He must have been very busy since he was taken to the command post.

bolkok-

“Look what I’ve got for you!”

“Whoa! Reports! Our report!”

“You crazy people! Stop it!”

As soon as Mason set me down on the ground, the Eighth Year kids who had swarmed around me began to spin in circles.

The Eighth School was a group that studied ‘magic and magi’. They were the ones who were always outside the tower. With the appearance of the Demon King, and magical creatures becoming more common, I thought they must be very busy, but I didn’t expect them to be in the border area.

Looking at the number of students, it seems that not all eight schools are here, and there seems to be about 30 percent of the total number of students.

“And Dean Zwali?”

The only one who could calm them down was their Master.

Perhaps because they encountered magi and magic so many times, the eighth graders, who sometimes went crazy, would gather their hands in front of the dean and become calm.

“Haha! The Dean is in the Horn Mountains!”

“We are free!”

There were people running around with their arms stretched up. I shouldn’t have asked.

Still, I felt sorry for the darkness under my eyes, so I closed my mouth.

“So… what’s this thing you guys call cute?”

“This!”

Nine people held out different things to me.

Half-human half-demon’s body sculptures, pills, liquids in cylinders, reports of ‘Changes in Demonic Drinking Methods’, and a vial containing a demonic plant….

I frowned. In other words, I had to explain everything.

I have been handed the report ‘Changes in Demonic Drinking Methods’ that I wrote myself.

I wrestled with the eight-graders for a long time.

The questions and answers were long, and my legs hurt. It would have been nice to ask them to bring a chair and report, but the person who reports anywhere was destined to stand alone.

Even since its first existence, the Eighth School has been a school that has been searching for places where mana is likely to accumulate and rot. In short, they were more expert than me.

Standing in front of such a group of experts, I, a student of magical major, was making a presentation. The kids who were running around like madmen were gone, and I was scared of the Eighth School with their serious faces.

I said a word and six hands went up. I could barely answer six questions before another seven hands went up.

It was time to beg God to give me a break, even if it’s only for a moment.

knock, knock.

The wise and great God granted my wish.

Emerging from the crack in the doorway were six men, led by Arma. Their muscular bodies, their inconsistent clothing, and the unmistakable bond between them told me they were a mercenary group.

“Huh? Sim! What’s going on?”

Mason waved happily the moment he saw a mercenary he knew.

“Later, Mason. Just a moment.”

Sim, who was actually greeted, mumbled something and stopped Mason. Mason shook his head and stepped back.

Arma led a man up to me and stood up.

“Say hello, this is our mercenary captain. The name is, you don’t have to know.”

Even though she introduced himself roughly, the captain didn’t say anything. He was standing with a firm face as if he could be the captain of the Armane Mercenaries.

Arma went on to introduce me to the captain. Arma seemed to approach me only for introduction. After a quick eye contact between me and the captain, she moved on to the other mercenaries.

The captain held out a hand to me. It was a polite greeting I hadn’t expected a mercenary to use.

I hesitated a little and held the captain’s hand. After a light handshake, the captain slowly opened his mouth.

“I was told that our youngest is here …I know that he will be used as a test subject, but I would appreciate it if you would allow me to say a simple goodbye …We have all missed him.”

As the captain finished speaking, the mercenaries standing behind him simultaneously bowed their heads towards the mages. The captain followed suit.

Since there has been no explanation for the half-human half-demon yet, the children of the eighth grade, who don’t know why, exchanged eyes with each other. At the end, Mason approached as a representative and whispered in his ear.

“I don’t know what it is, but I leave it to you.”

I felt uncomfortable with the stares coming at me from both sides, from the Eighth and the Mercenaries.

I beckoned the mercenaries to raise their heads and agreed to give them time.

The farewell ceremony of the mercenaries that followed was simple. I only looked at the half-human half-demon for a long time, which had not yet been taken out of the cylinder.

He did not talk to the half-human half-demon in the cylinder or lower his head. He just looked at it without blinking with red eyes.

A little later, each of the mercenaries with wet faces left a greeting.

“We shall observe a moment of silence and open.”

According to a brief investigation by the author, the solution filling the cylinder was the same as the medicine and ingredients. It meant that he would have already accepted Magi enough.

If the solution was removed and the cylinder was opened without any other means, it was no different from releasing the magi in the laboratory.

The subject had to die.

I sat in silence, sandwiched between the eight schools, paid a silent tribute.

I don’t know how he became half-human half-demon. Even if he had been tricked by the church into performing the ritual, he was still a betrayer of God.

However, this was a courtesy to the mercenaries who desperately visited their colleagues who had become half-human half-demon.

Phazik!

The death of a half-human half-demon was the end of a small spark.

Even when the body of the half-human half-demon was finely laid down and partially dismantled for ease of experiment, the eight school had an uncharacteristically serious face.