How to Suck Honey at a Warrior’s Party

The Eighth School enjoyed that I was part of their experiment.

“Are you going to watch the ‘Tower Genius’ that you’ve only heard about?”

They talked a lot.

There was even a guy who sneakily pushed the dean’s assignment to me, saying that I did a great job on the ‘Changes in Demonic Drinking Methods’ report and asking if I could write his report. I slapped the devil’s head and shouted.

“If I run away, it’s this guy’s fault!”

Then the others who had their eyes glued to the magical magnifying glasses rushed forward and pounced on the devil.

“Don’t bother our Cylon! He’s a real fugitive!”

“I heard the Second Schools are crying after he disappeared!”

“No, that’s because he’s a second school’s cutie…!”

“Shh! Shh! That’s a nickname he hates, stupid!”

I can hear you!

Whether I was huffing and puffing or not, the Eighth School excitedly talked about my front story.

I wiped my forehead and drew on my magic. Then I bound them all. They all fell to the ground, each with a dumbfounded look on their faces.

“Hey…. Did you just do that?”

“Hey, you’re a faithful slave. Really. You can run away and still make moo-young-chang.”
(TL/N: Damn, I don’t know what they’re talking about at the last sentence: 도망가서도 무영창을 만들어 내네)

“Slave to the thesis.”

“There’s a reason why the dean rolls.”

No matter how many times I excused myself for my lazy life, the words came back ninefold. It was too much to handle.

I just kept my mouth shut.

As I was studying while suffering from the eightschool, the sound of the bell rang.

Ring ring ring ring!

The fast, nervous ringing of the bell was a warning.

It is a sign that you can see a group of demons from afar.

The border was lightly covered in magic, and the concentration of magic would increase as the demons swarmed, making it difficult to set up a wide-range detection spell. It would be possible if they could keep their magic under control the entire time, but that wasn’t feasible.

They couldn’t afford to have a whole army of mages sleeping on their hands and knees at a crucial time, so they opted for rotating patrols and bells.

The Eighth School didn’t show any signs of annoyance. They would rush out to the battlefield before anyone else.

“It’s time to sample, you children!”

Even before the demon king appeared, the eight school, which was looking for magi and demon, was strong.

They knew their weakness better than anyone else because they were more sincere about the demon.

The Eighth School was also responsible for drastically reducing the death rate of mercenaries who could kill humans but not demons, and of criminals who were thrown into service without any training.

I enchanted the arrows I’d forged, one by one, and let them fly.

I stood next to the Eighth School and looked at the warrior who went out of the wall and was cutting demons. The golden trajectory caught my eye.

From a distance, he looked like a video game character. It was similar in the impression that such a movement was possible.

“Cylon, go! AoE flames!”

The Eighth Sect shouted at the top of their lungs to boost morale.

The Arandal, who looked back at the sound, slowly retreated. The warrior, who wielded a sword as if he were possessed, also approached me with a bright smile.

Somehow, everyone is looking at me with anticipated eyes, and in that situation, I was forced to scatter AoE magic.

What is this. I’ve already used a robe. I attracted more attention than the unrobed Eighth Sect.

I raised a trembling hand. I let out a small ‘Uwoogh…!’ here and there.

This is not a violation of my lazy, leisurely life… it’s a burden!

Rrrrrrr-!

The flames that stretched out from where my allies had retreated looked like lightning bolts from the ground, and their roar seemed to be the manifestation of my plan.

I’m saying I think I’m totally screwed.

Duke. You take advantage of your powerless subjects because you’re a high noble?

“Cylon, are you having fun?”

“What? Am I?”

“Yeah, I think you’re having fun.”

“Bullshit. I like to be lazy and out of the limelight, quietly, leisurely….”

“Yeah, okay!”

Quack! Kwagagak!

The sound of arrows penetrating the head of the demon struggling in the heat ate up my voice.

Mason, you son of a bitch, why did you ask if you weren’t going to listen to me. I frowned irritably.

I looked away, then made eye contact with the warrior.

The warrior greeted me from afar. Is it because I was in danger alone a while ago. I could feel the eyes of the warrior approaching me in the middle of the fight.

I smiled broadly and waved my hand in return, signalling that I was safe here.

He looked fresh, a little flushed.

“Are you dating?”

“Whoa! Surprise!”

An arm came out of nowhere and draped over my shoulder. It was Mason again. There was soot on the fingertips to see which arrow was fired.

“What kind of relationship are you in if you’re not even dating?”

“I can’t believe you’re not dating… The who’s that, looking at me like he’s going to eat me?”

Where I followed his fingertips, there were the warrior and several others. The warrior was looking this way, but it didn’t look like he was going to eat someone. He was just smiling brightly.

“Where?”

“No…. I’m sorry. …You’ll have to pass the word on later.”

“To whom?”

Mason looked me up and down with an unfriendly look and left.

“Next time you do an AoE spell, do it with water. The kids said it would be cleanest if it was powered by electricity.”

“Again?”

“Then? Are you having fun?”

Oh. It makes people speechless. Makes one speechless, really, for someone who signed up for a warrior party with the intention of hanging out in their spare time.

I closed my mouth tight, feeling my conscience still very much alive. Quietly, I asked him what range of magic he could use.

“But…. Even a novice mage can do this much magic, right?”

I grabbed Mason’s arm again, not wanting to let go of my last hope that he would use magic anyway.

One corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Do you?”

It was a crude sound.

Still, I’d learnt something at the Warrior Party, and I was able to pull myself together.

If colleagues are suspicious, let’s say that the level has risen.

Should I say that it went up to the 3rd rank? After this wave, I’ll grab Mason and ask him what rank he looks like.

And then I’ll drop it down one level from what he told me. The buffs allow me to use magic that I wouldn’t otherwise be able to use.

It’s like a warrior party, and without the buffs, I’d be like a weak mage.

The battle was long and tedious.

Sick, painful, and boring, my soldiers’ morale plummeted.

At least, the research enthusiasts were energizing the barracks. It was ironic.

Once the wave passed, the demons to be used as experiments and the demons to be incinerated were separated, and the injured were separately managed in preparation for the magi spewing from the body of the demons.

The wind was tickling my cheeks all the way.

Fresh sand covered the scorched, blood-soaked sands.

When the post-combat processing was over to some extent, the desert was showing only clean faces as if there wasn’t a wave when.

“They call it the Land of the Dead.”

It was a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time. The warrior was approaching me.

Everywhere a clean cloth passed, a handsome face was revealed.

“The Land of Death?”

“Yes. That’s what Commander Helen said. All the fiefs that border it call the desert land, the Land of the Dead.”

The desert was beautiful. Sand dunes that looked like waves pinned to the ground, sands that rolled in and out of sight.

Although, after the desert and the giant spider forest, there is a demon castle.

I heard that nomads used to live before the Demon King Castle appeared. But the land of death.

I blinked. The warrior let out a small laugh and took my hand.

“I had my doubts at first, too. It’s even more beautiful at night, with the stars piercing through the magical sky….”

My dirty hands rubbed against the cloth as I helped sort through the magical creatures.

Each finger was wiped clean with a gentle touch. I wiggled my captive fingers unnecessarily. I felt a heat rise to the nape of my neck.

What was that?

“Well, then…. Why is it called that?”

“No matter how long you live, there is no trace left…. It is said that it is the land of death, just like death.”

The content did not match his smiling face or friendly voice.

Was it the difference that made my heart flutter? Was it fear?

Cautiously, I withdrew my hand from the warrior’s grasp. His eyes looked down for a moment, then up.

“However, sometimes remains are found, right?”

“That’s true …but they hide all traces of life beneath the sand, so I can understand if you think it’s a grave.”

I nodded my head still.

The occasional remains and dungeons were also discovered solely by the whims of the sand. When the sand that was swimming with the wind suddenly shows its flesh.

I kept touching my finger that was caught by the warrior. I was wriggling my hands, and the warrior’s eyes also turned to my fingertips.

His gaze remained fixed on my hand, and he pulled out his request.

“The duke is coming soon. Do you want to come with me?”

It felt different and nostalgic to do joint research with the Eighth School, so no matter how much they bothered me, it was tolerable.

But that didn’t mean I was satisfied with the Duke.

“Very well. I heard you’re doing well. Am I wrong?”

And I couldn’t just go all my way on him when he was giving off a ‘tell me I’m right’ vibe from above.

Ah. What do you want me to do. While doing the twist….

In the end, I pushed forward with a speech that was neither this nor that.

“You’re not wrong, but you’re not completely right.”

“I’m glad to hear I wasn’t wrong.”

“Did you not hear the latter part? Do you want me to repeat it?”

“Funny, very funny.”

“I want to become a member of the confident warrior party at this moment with the God as my back.”

Click.

The warrior sitting next to me quietly put down the tea cup.

“You don’t have to go all the way to Jusin…. I’m here, Cylon.”

“What?”

What’s wrong with this warrior today. It makes my heart flutter.

It reminded me of a professor who gave me a personal card and told me to eat out as much as I wanted today.

Is it true? What if I get caught doing whatever I want? It’s a word that makes you excited even though you think that.

“My, I’m sure I’ll have a lot to talk about when I meet the Marquis later.”

“I’m very, very glad that the Duke of Arandal and the Marquis seem to be on good terms on this occasion.”

“Hmph. That’s the kind of greeting that makes me think I’m about to get caught up in a political maneuver.”