How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 11

Episode 11

Aim for Moving to the City (4)

From the start, a magic tool with that level of performance wouldn’t be something a mere merchant could obtain.

It’s just a charm that third-rate magicians sell to make money by scamming clueless merchants.

In other words, it’s a con.

In the original story, the magician who tried to force that charm on the protagonist learned a painful lesson.

Well, that guy’s so out of it he wouldn’t even have time to think about that.

“Damn it… that brat Sylvester, and… are you some kind of monster like him?”

He spat the name out, glaring at me with resentment.

My eyebrows twitched slightly when I heard that.

“Oh? Sylvester?”

I didn’t expect him to mention him first.

“You, did you meet someone named Sylvester?”

“…What?”

His eyes widened with shock and fear.

I didn’t need a verbal confirmation.

‘That bastard, he’s already been beaten by the protagonist once.’

That was the information I wanted.

The existence of the protagonist.

And I wanted to pinpoint the approximate timeline.

Judging by this, he’s definitely already encountered the protagonist, and recently.

‘So, it’s at least after the middle of the first volume of the original story?’

Now that I knew that, I was done with these donation angels.

All that’s left is to make them pay for their sins.

As if sensing my intentions, Rudel pleaded with a pale face.

“E, Eilon! I, I was wrong! This shouldn’t have happened! I must have lost my mind for a moment!”

“Greed… is that it?”

“I’ll compensate you! Please, spare me! I’ll…”

“…If you do that, you’ll never dream of making the same mistake again, is that what you’re going to say? Huh, right?”

He gaped, as if suffocating.

Of course.

Because those were the exact words Rudel used when he knelt before Sylvester in the first volume of the original story and begged for his life.

More than anything, Sylvester spared him not because he believed he would change.

He simply didn’t care.

“Not worth considering.”

I shook my head and summoned Undine [a water spirit].

I could kill him in one blow, but I deliberately chose this method.

Water began to gather around him.

“Know at least a little bit about the feelings of those who suffered because of you.”

Undine’s water droplets grew until they completely covered his head.

“It’s over, trash.”

The water was poured over Rudel’s head as he desperately tried to escape.

Now, no matter what he did, he couldn’t remove it.

“Kuk! Ugh! Ugh! Keuk!”

The water, contained in a bubble, never scattered, completely blocking the air.

It was more accurate to call it suffocation than drowning.

“…”

I watched him thrashing around.

He looked at me desperately, begging me to save him, but I didn’t respond.

Finally, after a few minutes, he slumped down and stopped moving.

He’s dead.

Only then did I open my mouth, which had been firmly closed.

“I hope you felt at least some of the pain those who suffered from you went through.”

According to the original story, they were repeat offenders.

More than anything, I hate trash like Rudel the most.

There was no reason to spare him.

After that, the fate of Rudel’s fellow merchants wouldn’t change.

‘I’ll take care of everything here.’

There was no reason to delay, so I finished them off by accurately striking them with electricity.

It’s easy to deal with guys who are already down.

After that, I decided to dispose of the corpses by throwing them in a grassy area.

If left alone, beasts or monsters would eat them, and even if someone found traces of them later, they wouldn’t care.

Those who knew them might look for them later, but by then it would be difficult to trace anything back to me.

‘That being said… I can’t help but wonder how well I handled it?’

I sat on the luggage compartment of the wagon, took a breath, and thought.

In the end, what I did was murder.

Was I a human who could hurt people without batting an eye?

I wanted to believe that I didn’t have that potential.

‘There was definitely a mental change in me.’

It’s not that I didn’t feel guilty or that my tension had decreased.

I definitely had those feelings.

I’m still scared.

But there was a perception that overshadowed it.

In this situation, there was no choice.

Killing was natural.

There was a common sense that made me think that way and act.

Maybe it’s the memory of the original owner of this body, ‘Eilon’.

That’s the common sense here.

‘But that’s a good thing.’

Because there will definitely be similar or greater challenges in the future.

It would be good if I didn’t hesitate.

“Still, the easier side is better. …Huh?”

I blinked as I inadvertently looked up at the roof of the wagon.

“…What, this again?”

Usually, all that’s above my head is a name tag that shows my name and role.

But that name tag was shining.

Out of curiosity, I touched it, and something like chwarruk! Letters continued to appear below it.

Like an announcement.

“It changed?!”

The extra role has changed.

Minor Role A?

“…But Minor Role A? Is that good or bad?”

Is there a difference between an extra and a minor role? Does the salary change?

Before that, are there subtle differences within minor roles? Did Rudel have one?

Am I the only one who’s different?

While wondering, I inadvertently touched the ‘Minor Role A’ part of the name tag again.

The moment something appeared below it.

“I don’t know if that’s good or bad…”

Even if it’s described in one line, it’s just a small fry in the end.

It’s the importance of screaming and dying; it’s not like you’re teasing people.

Just as I was feeling bitter, letters appeared below it.

It wasn’t over yet!

What does it mean? Know yourself~ Is that what it means?

Soon I realized what it meant.

A window expressed in numbers appeared as if to show my stats.

I see, knowing myself means this.

It seems that I was able to find out my status as I rose to the lowest proportion of minor roles.

‘Well, it’s easier to find out this way…’

There’s no reason to complain.

It will be convenient for training because I will be able to find out even if my abilities increase even a little later.

Growth also requires accurate measurement methods.

My current strength is enough to protect myself from ordinary thugs.

In other words, wouldn’t those stats be roughly the ability of a C~B rank mercenary?

Let’s set that as the standard for now.

As I was checking my stats until the last line, I frowned at something that caught my attention.

“Influence?”

What are influence points?

I couldn’t understand what this meant.

“This kind of thing wasn’t in the original story?”

When I checked the still open window, there was an additional message left below it.