How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 217

242. Founding Festival (6)

“Y-Your Majesty?!”

His imposing presence made him hard to recognize at first.

He was holding a person by the scruff of their neck in one hand.

The King of Selvas.

Wasn’t that the old man they were looking for, struggling in his grasp as if in great pain?

“How dare you lay a hand on His Majesty!”

“Such sacrilege! It cannot be washed away even with death!”

Everyone denounced his actions, shouting in unison.

“Sacrilege? How amusing.”

Instead, he scoffed and lightly tossed the king, whom he had been holding, towards the inside of the banquet hall.

Crash!

The king’s aged body fell, colliding with a table, and tumbled amidst the collapsing food and debris, creating a chaotic mess.

“Your Majesty!”

“He’s not dead. Tsk, tsk. To think he can’t even handle this much; he’s pathetic.”

“How dare you! To His Majesty!”

A man rose, erupting in anger.

The First Prince of the Selvas Kingdom.

The prince forcefully snatched a sword from a soldier who was at a loss for what to do, drew it, and aimed it at him.

“I, myself, will personally sever your head! You impious wretch!”

“Ho? So, it’s true what they say. You are the successor of this weakling?”

He instead raised the corner of his lips as if intrigued and gestured towards the First Prince.

An invitation to attack.

“I shall personally gauge your capabilities. Come.”

“…You!”

The First Prince exploded with rage, gathering his strength.

A clear aura bloomed, and the sword blade resonated with that energy, emitting a sharp, intense sound.

Proof that he could indeed manifest a distinct aura.

“Ooh! Your Highness!”

The nobles exclaimed, casting envious glances.

A talented prince, considered the most promising candidate for the next King of the Selvas Kingdom.

Despite being royalty, he had reached the realm of an Aura Expert, possessing skills that would not lose out to any ordinary knight.

“…”

The giant man fell silent, facing such a sword.

Interpreting it as he wished, the prince confidently declared that he would personally execute him and charged forward.

“Prepare yourself!”

“…Hmph.”

However, all that was heard was the man’s scoff.

The prince ignored it and swung his sword down.

However…

Clang!

A sound akin to striking a rock echoed, and the prince’s descending sword shattered, its blade flying uselessly through the air and embedding itself in the ceiling.

“…What? My… sword…”

“You’ve been neglecting your training. Judging by the looks of it, you probably trained in your youth but became preoccupied with the succession to the throne and grew lazy.”

A tone that saw right through him.

The prince stared up at the man in disbelief.

He replayed the situation from just now several times, as if unable to believe it, but reality did not change.

“What trickery…”

“Don’t be mistaken. I did nothing. …It was a sword not even worth moving for.”

No defense, no evasion.

He simply stood still and took it.

And that alone shattered the sword.

“…A monster.”

“Hmph.”

The man, as if no longer interested in listening, directed his massive hand towards the prince’s face.

And with a simple flick of his fingers, as if delivering a light flick to the forehead, he struck the prince’s head.

The prince’s body flew through the air and slammed into the wall.

“I won’t kill you. You lot must live a little longer and heed my words. And pay the price as sinners of a false era.”

As he said, the prince, embedded in the wall, coughed up blood but was barely breathing.

“Y-Your Highness…”

“What on earth should we do…”

“Yes! The Knight Commander! What is Lord Malphas doing!”

However, looking for others now would be meaningless.

Amidst the confusion, a man quietly stepped forward.

Lupel Selpenead.

A man known to the world as Duke Lupel.

“Duke Lupel?”

“Could it be…”

At first, the nobles hoped that Duke Lupel would represent them and protest against the impious man.

However, the words that came from Lupel’s mouth crushed their hopes.

“I, Lupel Selpenead! Here, I shall greet the true king and offer my respects.”

There was no way they could not understand the meaning of his actions.

“Lupel! Have you betrayed us!”

It was Duke Calnes who denounced him, the head of a family known to be no less prestigious than the Selpenead ducal family.

However, Lupel merely scoffed as if he found it absurd.

“Betrayal? How ridiculous, Duke Calnes.”

“What? …Could it be you?”

Duke Calnes trembled, finally understanding the meaning.

He had been colluding from the start.

How else could that man have infiltrated?

How could he have neutralized the soldiers of the royal castle all at once?

Why weren’t the troops moving properly even now?

If collusion was the cause, it was understandable.

And the fact that he had revealed his true colors meant that things were already going according to their plan.

“Listen to me, you weaklings.”

While everyone was seething with betrayal, the giant man stepped forward and declared his name, overwhelming them.

“My name is Phelentroinel. Remember it! And rejoice! The Selvas Kingdom will be the first kingdom to be liberated by my hand.”

“What nonsense…”

“Hmm, noisy.”

With a light movement of his foot, the head of the noble who had just muttered flew off.

He had lightly kicked a stone lying nearby, sending it flying.

“It’s fine to spout nonsense. But be prepared. If you want to push that will, you’d better prove you have the strength to back it up. …Though, that’s probably difficult for insignificant beings like you.”

A contemptuous tone.

They trembled with anger and humiliation, yet they were overwhelmed by his power and couldn’t utter a single word.

Not even worth dealing with.

That’s how he saw them.

“…Well, it seems there are exceptions.”

However, the corner of Phelentroinel’s lips slightly curved upward for a moment.

“Good. Come at me. I’ll play with you.”

As soon as he said those words, a silver-haired boy, displaying astonishingly swift movements, instantly closed the distance and swung his sword.

Sylvester.

He already knew that this boy had been biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to attack with the sword he had taken from a soldier.

However, he deliberately allowed him to wait for the opportunity.

Phelentroinel smiled as if he was enjoying it and faced Sylvester’s sword.

“Come! As much as you like!”

Sylvester did not reply and swung his sword.

A fierce sword aura, incomparable to the prince from just now, poured down.

He exclaimed in admiration and, unlike before, raised his arm to defend.

“…Impressive. Did you leave a mark on my body?”

At most, a slightly red mark remained.

Even unleashing a sword aura with all his might only amounted to that much?

“Tch.”

Sylvester gritted his teeth and unleashed his next sword aura.

However, he couldn’t even inflict a shallow wound, no matter how many strikes he landed.

“What a pity.”

Phelentroinel clicked his tongue as if he had realized something and suddenly muttered, blocking Sylvester’s sword aura with his arm.

“Is it that the sword can’t keep up with your skill?”

“…”

Sylvester did not reply, but for a moment, a resentful emotion lingered in his eyes, as if he had been struck at his weak point.

The sword he was wielding now was one he had stolen from an ordinary soldier.

It was insufficient to contain Sylvester’s sword aura.

Even with just the swings he had made, the blade was already chipped in several places.

“…Then how about this! You damn bastard!”

At that moment, Alnix leaped from behind him, trying to grab his torso.

In the meantime, Sylvester extended a sword aura honed to the sharpest edge.

“A coordinated attack? Well, fine. …However.”

He scoffed and, for the first time since coming here, properly exerted strength in his body.

His muscles trembled as if expanding in an instant, and he lightly flicked Alnix away.

“You’re not strong enough to catch me!”

“Kuh-ah?!”

Alnix was sent flying helplessly, and Phelentroinel forcefully struck down with his fist on the sword that Sylvester had thrust forward.

“Weak!”

Clang!

A deafening sound rang out, and the sword shattered like glass.

“If it were a more decent sword, it might have at least pierced my body a little.”

A tone that was more genuinely regretful than mocking.

Phelentroinel’s massive fist then plunged into Sylvester’s torso.

Thud!

With a pressure and impact that seemed to crush his body in an instant, Sylvester gasped and flew to the wall, sliding down upon impact.

However, he barely managed to stand on his two feet without collapsing completely.

“Ho? You endured?”

He barely managed to avoid collapsing, but the impact was considerable.

“Admirable, but give up. What can you do with empty hands?”

“…Shut up.”

Sylvester gritted his teeth as if he was burning with anger and glared at the man.

“Even without a sword, someone like you…”

He discarded the sword, leaving only the hilt, and clenched his fists.

He truly intended to fight with his bare hands.

“Your will is commendable…”

He also seemed to acknowledge that much, giving a strange smile as he tried to approach Sylvester.

What stopped him was an ice spear piercing through the space between them.

“…After the sword, it’s magic?”

As soon as he stopped, a flash of lightning enveloped him, trying to burn him.

“An absurd monster. To not even take a defensive stance.”

Cruise Elphaman muttered, confirming that the man was unharmed even by the lightning she had unleashed.

Originally, she wanted to boldly intervene when the silver-haired boy jumped in, but her circumstances were also not favorable.

Cruise was also empty-handed right now.

It was common sense that mages, like those who couldn’t bring swords to banquets, were not allowed to have any equipment.

Of course, it wasn’t that she couldn’t use magic with her bare hands.

The problem was that Cruise’s current magic wouldn’t work at all against that giant.

‘…Then, at least draw his attention and get him outside.’

Another reason why Cruise was having difficulty fighting was the invited guests currently detained inside the hall.

She didn’t want to recklessly fire magic in an indoor space, especially where there were many people, without any equipment to assist her.

There was no guarantee that she wouldn’t miss.

‘If only I had my staff, I could control it…’

It would be pointless to complain in regret.

Cruise steeled herself and tried to chant a spell.

It was then.

“A staff? Is this the staff you left behind? Or is it a more sparkling staff?”

Whose voice was that?

Just as Cruise was about to turn around in bewilderment, something flew into her hand and she caught it.

Wasn’t that the staff she had entrusted before attending?

She didn’t know how it happened, but now wasn’t the time to question it.

Cruise quickly chanted a spell, brandishing her staff.

“Hmm?!”

The man’s expression changed in an instant.

A brilliant explosion occurred, and his massive body was instantly pushed out of the banquet hall.

Surprisingly, despite causing an explosion of that magnitude, no one else was caught up in it.

An astonishing degree of precision.

“Not bad…”

Phelentroinel, who had been pushed outside, mulled over the power of the magic that had willingly sent him flying.

This time, a sharp strike aimed for his neck from behind.

Kiiiiing!

As he raised his arm to block it, he saw the face of the boy Sylvester, who had been wielding his sword aura at him just now.

The boy’s momentum had also changed.

Above all, the sword he held was different.

A magic sword. Kaliah Vierra.

“…That sword?”

“There are many details I want to ask about too, but… never mind. Thanks to you, I’m alive.”

Sylvester’s words were not directed at the man.

Sylvester now held his beloved sword, which could maximize the sharpness of his sword aura.

That was enough.

“Haaah!”

Sylvester put more strength into it, letting out a shout.

He frowned and swung his arm with force as if to shake it off.

Sylvester leaped back to create distance to avoid the pressure, and then.

He looked at his arm and widened his eyes in surprise for a moment.

A sword wound remained on the area where the swords had clashed just now, and a drop of blood flowed from within.

He had finally been pierced.

Looking at that, he drew up a fierce fighting spirit as if he was more excited than angry.

Meanwhile, it wasn’t just Sylvester.

Cruise, aiming her staff and chanting a spell.

And Alnix, who had also regained his senses, glaring with his spear in hand.

Looking at the three of them, he didn’t express the annoyance of being disturbed, but rather smiled as if he was looking forward to it.

“Good. If you have the skill! If you have the strength, I will forgive you for bringing them against my body as much as you like! So, don’t hesitate to attack!”

As he arrogantly declared that they were welcome to attack as much as they wanted.

Without the slightest hesitation, the three began to unleash their attacks.