How to Suck Honey at a Warrior’s Party

Among the soldiers, those who had been drawn into battle from the villages for their association with demons complained of bitterness, some of their skin turning blue.

It was a precursor to demonisation.

Mason’s arrow struck the head of a soldier whose skin had turned blue.

The atmosphere froze for a moment. It was only the Eight School that conducted the study with me and the duke and commanders who listened to my reports.

“It’s a demonisation! There’s no way to stop it right now! If it turns, we’ll have to kill it to be safe!”

Oso, the oldest of the Eight School, shouted.

The noise threw the druggist into confusion. He put his trembling hand in front of him and murmured an unknown word.

The second fastest person to deal with after the Eighth School was the Armane Mercenaries. Their faces ashen, slitting the throats of anyone who looked like they might be demonised.

I could see the soldiers’ morale dropping.

It wasn’t good.

I’ve never led anyone or experienced a large-scale battle, but I knew well that our morale was important in the war.

“Stakes, we have to pull them all out!”

He urged the duke.

“Your hypothesis was correct! We even cross-validated it today… those stakes amplify the magi, helping the magi user.”

As he continued, the duke’s eyes scanned knights, Reg, and the warrior who had not yet retreated. Soldiers and mercenaries fighting close to the wall had already entered the wall. Only the party of knights and warriors who had fought ahead, due to their strength, had not retreated.

The duke’s face was grimly distorted.

“How?”

The duke’s question gave me goosebumps on the neck.

Even at this moment, the demons were moving the darkness more actively.

The warrior and Reg were approaching the wall little by little, rescuing the knights.

Among them, the demon tribe has been persistently aiming for the warrior. Thanks to this, the knights and Reg around the warrior were attacked. However, for the warrior to move separately, none of the knights was strong enough to cut off the darkness.

Several knights tried to dig up the sand and pull out the stake, but they were blackened from the fingertips and had no choice but to step back.

“I! I can remove the stake!”

Herrin raised her hand.

“However, in the meantime, you must prevent the darkness from attacking the trees I have grown….”

She then made a slightly sad voice.

The duke looked at Herrin and me alternately and nodded his head small.

“I’ll try.”

The duke was an excellent conductor.

Once the roles were more or less set, he made sure those on the ramparts had their work cut out for them.

“Elementalists, I want you to get the plants ready to bloom, and when I give the signal, I want you to pull the stakes out at once.”

“Yes!”

“And the mage, can’t you make that artificial sun shine brighter, or make the light element stronger?”

“If light element is to be stronger there, you need to find a specialized light element mage or give it divine power.”

I shook my head gently. In response, the duke twitched the corners of his mouth.

“Do you want me to increase the magic resistance?”

A hand flashed from the Eighth School.

“Cylon, can you do a magic trick like that?”

The question was as if it could turn the elephant’s nose with one foot up.

Mason scratched his head awkwardly as to what look I had on my face.

“Sorry…. Can’t you?”

He did not seem to give up his lingering feelings until the end. At this rate, I thought there was no answer, so I told him exactly.

“It’s not that I can’t. But adding a completely different property, nothing else, is more likely to fail. Rather than that, it is better to turn off the sun and make it again.”

“You can’t get rid of that sphere. You won’t be able to make it.”

Commander Helen said firmly. The knights looked worried as they looked down the wall.

“Wait. Then can I add it if it’s not of a different nature?”

Adding a secondary nature to a spell was about as difficult as squatting and turning an elephant’s nose. It would be hard and exhausting, but nothing I couldn’t do, sort of.

“If you want to do it, you can do it.”

“Oh, it must be true. Strangely, he has risen in confidence.”

But still the duke seemed suspicious.

“What are you going to add?”

“Well, a spell that accepts other people’s magic?”

“Why?”

“So we can put an object containing magi-resistant magic from the Eighth School into the sphere?”

“…I doubt it, though. I owe you some of my mages, so I’ll trust you.”

The duke then ordered the soldiers to protect the Eighth School, and the mercenaries decided to take on the role of covering the knights and warrior parties when they returned near the walls.

The Eighth School decided to rip half, half to insert various magic into the artificial sun, and half to attack the darkness that threatens Herrin’s plants.

After giving his orders, the duke muttered ruefully.

“If only there was a way to communicate with them out there….”

“I have one?”

“…?”

I took out a communication orb from the inside of my robe. From previous experience, I had kept it inside my robes, not in subspace.

“What’s that?”

“Ah… Ancient Artifacts? It’s the same thing.”

I didn’t bother to explain that it was made by an ancient mechanic, and that when charged with magic power, it could communicate over a distance of a continent at any time.

I didn’t even bother explaining it to him, but his eyes would light up when he realized that it was ‘rechargeable’ and ‘I have a few more’.

Tap, tap.

“Jewel field.”

-Jiaying…. Bam!

Fortunately, it was connected safely. Looking outside the wall, the warrior was still cutting through the darkness, and the communication bead was held by Reg.

“Oh, I should have just contacted Reg.”

-Forget it. Habit is scary.

I explained our operation to Reg.

Beyond the communication bead, the answer came back after a little time.

―…Okay. I’ll do my best to cover you.

“What? You can find me here….”

-It’s okay because we’re still blocking the darkness anyway.

-Bang!

I spoke quickly, and the line went dead.

I could see Reg catching up to the warrior as he was sent flying by the darkness.

Everyone moved quickly.

Herrin muttered something into the air and soon sent a sign that she was ready.

I carefully added a few strands of magic thread to the magic circle floating in the air. In addition, several previously drawn magic threads were carefully bent.

In response, the artificial sun in the air became transparent for a while, and then became clear again.

What I’m doing now is a ‘magic transformation’, and it was dangerous that a completely different magic could pop out if I did something wrong. The dean also said, ‘It’s easy to make mistakes if you don’t know, so I teach you, but don’t try’.

I’m sorry, dean. But when I did, you were surprised, ‘Why are you so good?’

I begged for a mistake in my heart.

“Done!”

About half of the Eight School that were helping me with magic arrows came to me.

“Can we shoot now?”

“Yes. Remember, you have to hit them all the way through. If they bounce off, they’re invalid.”

“Okay. You know we can only shoot arrows from our school, right?”

The Eighth School traditionally used magic bows. Because it was a school that ran on its own feet, they needed weapons, and related magic developed accordingly.

The reason why it was an arrow among many weapons was not a big deal. The first dean thought, ‘Well, at least mages are far away. The bow was a good choice because you could hit them over the head with it’.

Squeeze….

The bent bow made a strained sound.

I added hastily at the sight.

“You know there’s no point in breaking through the artificial sun, right?”

piyung-! chwajajajak!

They didn’t answer, only fired arrows.

Unlike before, the arrowhead was black. Magi-related spell was black regardless of their magic color. If I had turned off the artificial sun and squeezed out the magic circle again, it would have been a gray sun, not a silver sun.

Fortunately, the arrow did not pierce or bounce through the artificial sun. It was hard to see because of the intense light, but it must have stuck.

The light emitted by the artificial sun was seen biting the magi back.

“Herrin!”

I called Herrin at the top of my voice.

Herrin immediately stretched out her hand. At her command, plants grew all over the desert. They were everywhere. When did the body piece fly over there….

Considering the warrior’s neat swordplay, it seemed that the demon had flown far away on purpose. Perhaps it was the demon’s plan to be affected by the warrior.

I remembered how he was depressed when the demons found out that he couldn’t use divine power.

I clenched my fist.

The darkness was desperately trying to kill the plant, and he was working hard to stop it.

The warrior’s sword may be heavy on the demons, but there was no major injury to the warrior’s body. At best, it was just a little dirty and a scratchy wound.

If the warrior was destined to be unable to use his divine power for the rest of his life, the God could not have chosen him as the warrior. He’s the only God who created this world. No matter how bad the magi from the demons did, other lives were under the jurisdiction of the God. There was no way to make him die in vain.

Besides, he’s the protagonist! The traditional medieval fantasy hero is a warrior!

Pulling the stake out was slow, given how deeply it was embedded. Herrin was sweating like rain.

“Please! Just a little more!”

The plant that was shaking and pushing up the stake grew quickly for a moment and became a tree. The stake trapped in the tree was dimly visible.

I quickly blew a magic thread and tied it to a tree trunk.

I deliberately made the thread the size of a rope, leaving only the end visible, and handed it to the soldiers standing in the distance.

“Pull it! Come on!”

The soldiers grabbed the rope in confusion and started lying on their backs. They had all played tug-of-war before.

A tree was pulled out and flew to the wall. The flying tree was wrapped in a magic shield and sealed.

When the soldiers realized which rope I was holding, they eagerly pulled the next one, and the next, and the next. My limbs were trembling, and I was lying on my back.

There were seven stakes in all.

One by one, as each stake was sealed, the soldiers, who had been trembling in fear of being turned into demons, began to calm down. Then the darkness created by the demons weakened. The tough darkness that had been so tenacious when cut and sliced by the sword began to shred like tofu.

“How dare you! How dare you! A half penny warrior!”

In that short time when the demon tribe pulled up all their strength, the warrior who ran to the demon tribe put a sword in the head of the demon tribe. The force of the thrust was so great that one would naturally expect the sword to come out the back of the head, but it went no further than a fraction of an inch.

It was time for everyone to be shaken by the sighted.

The warrior, who had a calm face alone, loosened his left hand of both hands holding the sword and reached out to the demon tribe.

Ignoring the demon holding his head and screaming, he plunged his hand into the gash the sword had made.

There was a lot of green blood. It looked as if his face was covered with green paint.

After a long time, the warrior pulled out his hand. He held something in his hand.

The demon fell back.

The warrior opened his palm. There was a small stake on it.

It was the eighth stake.