How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 95

95. Greed and Schemes Move in the Night (7)

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‘…No matter how that bastard attacks, I have to commit to dodging.’

Until now, I’ve been conserving my strength as much as possible, fighting while maintaining a precarious distance to create opportunities, but against that guy, half-hearted attempts at evasion are meaningless.

Maximize the use of Transfer….

I need to create opportunities by dodging significantly and decisively.

‘Let’s move first and take the initiative.’

My current maximum Transfer distance, with instantaneous activation, allows me to easily cover about 200 meters.

Simultaneously as he brought down his sword, I used Transfer to move 200 meters behind him.

I can see the back of that bastard right in front of me.

The back of an Aura Master… a sight rarely seen, I suppose.

‘This is my chance. There’s no guarantee another will come.’

I immediately drew up mana to summon the necessary spirits.

I’ll unleash the maximum firepower I can muster in an instant to at least reduce his mobility.

“…Hmm?!”

At that moment, a chilling sensation grabbed the back of my neck.

I realized that the eyes of the bastard who had swung his sword were already looking behind me.

He noticed?

‘He figured it out right away? …No, but there’s still distance.’

Even for an Aura Master, this is quite a distance.

Especially right behind him.

Before sensing or anything, it should be a difficult position to respond to immediately due to the human anatomy.

Moreover, it won’t even take a second for me to unleash my spirit magic.

There’s no way even he can respond immediately….

Kwaddeudeudeuk.

Then, I heard an auditory hallucination of something scraping roughly.

He forcibly twisted the trajectory of the sword he swung down.

Before the swung-down sword touched the ground.

“Huuup!”

As is, he forcibly twisted the trajectory of the longsword with just his strength and spirit, swinging it horizontally in a large arc behind him.

The sword aura, with its trajectory changed, extends towards me behind him.

“Crap!”

Because he swung it forcibly, his posture was poor, and it was clear that the power was not properly loaded compared to the initial strike.

The problem is that its sharpness is still unusual.

I stopped the activation of spirit magic and activated Transfer again.

Moving upwards, out of reach of the sword aura.

Unintentionally, I ended up jumping into the air, but there’s no choice, I can’t stop it.

‘Let’s use Transfer again to get behind him….’

The advantage of space Transfer is that you can virtually occupy the desired direction with zero time.

I tried to use Transfer again in the air, but.

That transformed view of mine doesn’t show him.

‘What?! He was there just a moment ago?’

Since I am also human, there is a drawback that the brain adapts to the space when using Transfer, causing a gap in the field of vision.

Even so, it’s only a gap of almost comma units [extremely small units of time].

It wouldn’t even take half a blink of an eye.

He disappeared in that time?!

“Indeed, that is your foundation. Are you relying on ability?”

Ugh?!

I heard his voice.

It felt like the skin all over my body was standing on end.

Kroel was in the air… grabbing right behind me.

Did he really jump and move that distance?

As I was in shock, heavy pressure bore down.

A solid fist, wrapped in his aura, is striking down.

“Danger… Keuek?!”

Instinctively, I went on the defensive.

I set up Space Fixation like a wall and raised the vambraces [protective arm guards] I was wearing as if to guard with both arms.

Using the vambraces with magic resistance effects might alleviate some of the aura.

As is, his solid fist slammed into my defense.

Kwaang!

I was pushed back by the impact, as if lightning had struck right in front of my eyes, and crashed down.

“Keeeueueueak!”

There was no time to groan in pain from being slammed into the ground.

Even as I fell, I didn’t take my eyes off him.

The moment I do, I die.

Because I understood that fear clearly.

The tip of his longsword is getting closer in my sight.

He knocked me down and threw it right below.

‘Damn it!’

I forcibly used Transfer again, and the rhythm of drawing up mana became rough because I had already taken an impact, but there was no choice.

Forcibly suppressing the pain of the mana flow becoming rough due to unreasonable operation, I moved as if throwing my body backwards.

In the transformed view, the longsword was plunged into the ground, and then I saw him stepping on the handle of the sword as he fell.

Kugugugugung!

The ground cracked and caved in, creating a shallow and wide crater.

…What would have happened if I had reacted late?

My chest would have been pierced by the sword as is, and the impact alone would have torn my torso in two the moment he stepped on it.

I unconsciously touched my stomach.

‘What kind of monster is that….’

I thought I had become accustomed to swords.

But is a skilled person one level above that this strong?

‘What’s even more depressing is that there are at least seven guys stronger than him in the Empire, right?’

And that’s just counting the knights.

The world is so cruel.

Even if I raise my head, I can’t see the end.

Those crazy bastards who are obsessed with fighting might laugh excitedly, but it’s a chilling thing for me.

More importantly, the problem is now.

‘What to do… Escape… wouldn’t even work.’

Even if I wanted to consider retreating, would that bastard let me go? It’s impossible.

If I were in the opposite position, I wouldn’t let go either.

Above all, that’s how I’ve always approached things.

‘There’s no possibility of anyone helping.’

I tried to think of all sorts of methods, but there’s no easy way to cleverly get through this situation.

‘I can’t help it. I’ll have to somehow manage with what I can do now.’

I stood up, clenching my fists so hard that my palms hurt.

Otherwise, I won’t be able to move because my tension will be crushed by fear.

‘In the end, it’s a mountain I have to climb.’

Considering the future, this isn’t even a crisis.

Only by overcoming this will I be qualified to live comfortably.

So, I consoled myself and focused my thoughts solely on killing that bastard.

Looking at me like that, Kroel simply pulled out the sword stuck in the ground and took a breath.

“That look in your eyes, have your thoughts changed? Good. It wouldn’t be right to unilaterally trample on you. Resist as much as you want. I will crush it all directly with this sword.”

“…Before that, let me ask one thing. Among your purposes is to eliminate me and the Pileros Merchant Guild, and a few other merchant guilds. Am I right?”

“Are you asking now…? I won’t hide it. That is the order of my lord. My lord and that person were bothered by your existence. Therefore, it is the duty of a knight to cut you down according to the order.”

“…Duty, you say.”

“Do you think it’s unfair? I understand.”

“Whether it’s unfair or not, do you even know what kind of bullshit that is?”

Hurting people because of greed might be common here.

No, even if I don’t just focus on this place, it’s something I can find plenty of examples of even in the world I lived in.

“You’re killing innocent people because of your ridiculous plans?”

“That’s right.”

“Who do you think will tolerate that?”

But even with my condemnation, he never hesitates.

“They won’t tolerate it. But that is reality. Don’t you know?”

“So, what? Are you telling me to think honorably about sacrificing myself for you guys? Is that what you want to say?”

I recalled the words that the knights who opposed the protagonist in the original work spat out, and deliberately said it mockingly.

“I wouldn’t say that far.”

That bastard denied it.

Unexpected.

“Is there any honor in killing and being killed? I just cut because it’s necessary. You are killed because you are weak. That’s all. That is reality.”

The law of the jungle, huh. How cliché.

“Your bullshit is top-notch.”

…I want to laugh at him, but the problem is that I’m about to die because of that theory.

Anyway, it’s clear that I can’t solve it with words now.

Kroel points his sword at me again.

‘This is dangerous.’

I also understood from the previous attack that this distance can be covered as much as he wants if he sets his mind to it.

It seems that he has almost figured out my space-based abilities.

I took that into account and pondered how to deal with him.

‘I have to somehow catch him off guard.’

That’s the only way.

Think about his weaknesses.

Desperately, I searched for information about him and rummaged through my memories of reading the original work.

It’s fortunate that I can recall as much as I want for a moment because it’s limited to Volume 4.

‘…At least for now, I might be able to fight somehow.’

As a result of examining his attire and attack methods so far.

I realized that the description in Volume 4 and his current state of armament are different.

‘Perhaps he didn’t wear any of the equipment he usually cherishes so that witnesses wouldn’t be able to deduce his identity.’

Like other knights, his armor is dyed black, and the longsword is also a plain iron sword.

In Volume 4, he used the treasured sword given directly by the Empire.

The description of wielding the sword on the battlefield was quite detailed, so I can be sure.

‘The conclusion is that he is not fully prepared now.’

The difference in equipment cannot be ignored.

On top of that, he doesn’t exert his full strength implicitly.

Is hiding his skills also a disguise?

If I use that point, I might be able to create a gap for a counterattack somehow.

‘Then let’s push forward!’

I drew up as much mana as I could.

First of all, let’s strongly keep this in mind.

His basic output, stamina, and everything else are at least three levels above me in every way.

Then I have to unconditionally hit him with the maximum firepower I can muster.

That way, he’ll barely feel even pain!

“Salamander!”

I maximize the fire and inflate it to three times my height, then shoot it out.

“Fire! Spew it all out to the maximum!”

Spraying fire in response to the signal is almost like a cannon.

The firepower that could easily swallow a person covers the bastard.

“…….”

Without a word, he simply brushed away the flames by waving his sword like a fan.

Is he creating wind with just the sword pressure?

“Then wind against wind!”

Before the wind pressure completely scatters the flames, I drew up the power of Sylph [a type of wind spirit] and seized control of the wind he created.

The wind that blew backwards formed a path of oxygen that made the flames even stronger, changing it to pour the flames towards him again.

“……Hmm!”

Only then did that bastard swallow his breath as if he was a little surprised, and was sucked into the torrent of massive flames as is.

“Tch! Still, it won’t be enough!”

I wouldn’t have been afraid if he was a guy who would die from this.

I didn’t even check whether he was alive or dead, and immediately threw my body backwards and drew my sword right in front.

“Here it is!”

I swung it towards a place where there was nothing yet.

At that moment.

The bastard’s sword, which had barely appeared in front of me and struck down, barely collided with my sword and deflected.

It was possible because I swung my sword one beat earlier, assuming that he would ignore the flames and rush in.

“Ugh! My hand…….”

Just the slightest collision between the swords makes my bones vibrate as if I had hit steel.

I’m sure I was the one who collided first, but my hand hurts instead!

‘Monster bastard….’

Before I could even grit my teeth, his thick leg directly hit my torso.

Is he shamelessly kicking me!

Without even having time to complain, I was pushed out by the impact as is and swept away, hitting the ground several times.

“Keuheok!”

It’s like being hit by a rolling rock.

Before I could even complain about the pain, his sword aura covered me.

I rolled my body as is and activated Space Transfer.

It feels like my insides are turning upside down because I moved haphazardly, assuming that I would unconditionally avoid it without checking the direction.

Unfortunately, the building wall overlapped at the Transfer point, so I crashed into the wall as is and bounced off.

“……Damn it.”

Barely suppressing my nausea, I stood up again.

How much did I get hit in that short time?

“You have many talents, Selvas Kingdom person. It’s quite an interesting battle. But other things were pretty good. Only your sword is a mess. I don’t want to see it again.”

That’s really a shame. If you’re so dissatisfied, why don’t you teach me?

I thought while roughly gasping for breath, pretending to be flustered.

Is it natural that it’s overwhelming?

When I think about it, that bastard is a master of Aura Master class that the protagonist faces for the first time in the original work.

At that time, Sylvester also fought fiercely while exchanging dozens of moves and defeated him.

I have to face him at this time, so it’s no wonder I feel 막막 [hopeless/bleak in Korean, implying a sense of being overwhelmed].

“Haa…… Haa…… Ugh…….”

I barely managed to get up, but it felt like I was going crazy because of the pain.

My mouth was strangely sticky, so I wiped it with my sleeve without realizing it, and it was something red.

Son of a bitch.

I was about to take out the potion I had hidden in the pocket inside the armor’s waist, but that pocket was wet.

The potions I had were shattered.