How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 192

192. The Best Strategy is Annihilation (7)

“Both of you! Fall back!”

I gave the order, but it was too late.

The boy had finally begun his counterattack.

No, he himself didn’t move an inch.

Instead, the space in front of the boy blazed red.

Before they could even blink, flames erupted, engulfing them both.

‘Elemental magic?!’

I wasn’t mistaken.

The most crucial skill for carrying out a mission is the knack for recognizing the foundation of an opponent’s techniques.

You need to grasp the essence of their abilities to devise a countermeasure.

That’s why I could immediately identify it as elemental magic.

But it was no ordinary spell.

Intermediate? Advanced? Perhaps even beyond that.

The two engulfed in the flames retreated hastily.

They weren’t dead.

They suffered minor burns, and their swords even melted, but they didn’t lose their lives.

Of course, they had anticipated such situations and possessed sufficient defensive artifacts.

However…

“…The armor is shattered.”

“Unbelievable power.”

I understood immediately upon hearing those words.

They had barely escaped after exhausting all their defensive measures and losing them to the point of being unusable.

However, if the flames were that powerful, it must be the boy’s most potent weapon.

Then, all we had to do was be wary of that.

“Be careful of his flames.”

That’s what I thought.

But the boy wore a smile as if he had seen through us.

At that moment.

This time, a splashing sound echoed.

Like a large number of water droplets scattering.

The two members who had barely defended against the flames were instantly torn apart and killed.

He shot something out.

This time, it wasn’t fire.

He launched water with the intensity of a javelin.

Not just one or two, but so fast and powerful that even they couldn’t count them.

“You can’t just watch out for fire~ Usually, water comes after fire. It’s basic, isn’t it?”

The boy said, sounding amused.

I had no choice but to conclude.

That boy was no ordinary opponent.

“…This little bastard!”

Enraged, one of the members circled behind the boy and swung his sword down.

However, the boy simply pulled out a staff from thin air and deflected the blow.

He simply swung it with force.

The intense energy residing in the staff transformed into physical impact, pushing back the aura imbued in the sword.

“Amateur!”

But that was it.

At least when it came to physical combat skills, the boy was definitely lacking.

And there was no way I would miss that opening.

I boldly released the rebounding sword and lunged toward the boy.

Even without a sword, it’s easy to crush and tear apart the bodies of elementalists or mages with bare hands.

However.

“I figured~ Of course, you’d come at me like that.”

The boy muttered so easily as he pulled something out of his pocket and brandished it.

A dagger? Probably a close-quarters countermeasure.

Indeed, a short blade would be convenient in close combat.

And with a size that could fit in his pocket, it would be difficult to anticipate him carrying it.

But it was still clumsy.

It was nothing more than a childish idea.

The dagger the boy swung barely grazed me.

Barely touching the skin.

“Hahaha! Clumsy! Who would get hit by that!”

The member who dodged it smirked.

“…Cough?!”

Suddenly, his whole body convulsed, and he vomited a thick clot of blood from his throat before collapsing.

Poison.

Upon closer inspection, the blade of the dagger, reflecting the moonlight, had an ominous purple hue.

“…Surprisingly, this is quite useful. It ends things with just a graze. It’s a bit hard to hit, but it’s good!”

The boy tilted his head as if he found it strange and lightly shook the dagger.

What kind of poison was that?

To be incapacitated without even having a chance to use an antidote.

“Damn it!”

Ksellers cursed and drew his weapon.

Likewise, the remaining members immediately charged.

“Don’t underestimate us! Surround him and tear him to pieces!”

Everyone imbued their weapons with sharp sword energy and swung them.

Usually, a coordinated attack by multiple people would hinder each other’s swords, reducing combat power.

However, they had been trained since before they could remember and had fought countless battles.

The swords they wielded naturally created trajectories that maximized their numbers, rather than hindering each other.

Like knitting, they would densely block all escape routes and tear the enemy into dozens of pieces in an instant.

“…I certainly don’t want to face that head-on.”

The boy muttered as if honestly admitting it.

But he hadn’t given up.

Rather, he seemed satisfied that they had taken the bait as intended.

“I’m grateful that you came.”

At that moment, his figure disappeared.

‘Did we lose him?’

I couldn’t understand.

He had slaughtered many humans within the Selvas Kingdom.

But had there ever been a time when he couldn’t even track their movements?

No way! There couldn’t have been!

Before I could even grasp the boy’s means of movement, I immediately noticed the next anomaly.

A cluster of pure white light lingered where the boy had been.

…Damn it.

I immediately understood his intention.

Ksellers gritted his teeth and shouted.

“Cover your eyes…”

There wasn’t even time to warn them.

Immediately, the cluster of light exploded.

An intense light that felt like it was forcibly piercing through the eyelids, even with eyes closed.

We weren’t blinded, but we wouldn’t be able to properly see for a few seconds.

Of course, we could still swing our swords with our eyes closed.

We could sense everything: sound, smell, presence, and aura.

We could fight even if some of those senses were lost.

And the information conveyed by his senses, deprived of sight, was despairing.

Thwack!

A sound of flesh tearing and bones being pierced echoed.

It wasn’t the sound of the boy dying.

The moment our vision was taken.

The shadows beneath their feet surged as the light exploded, tearing them apart.

The shadows had no sound or presence.

There was no way to prepare.

There were no exceptions.

He also failed to avoid the ambush and was pierced so badly that his entire body was tattered.

He barely managed to hold onto his sword, but that was it.

He was barely clinging to life.

“This… monster… how many…”

It wasn’t sarcasm or anything.

A pure, heartfelt sentiment.

“He’s like a monster.”

That was a monster.

A monster in the guise of an ordinary boy.

We were no match for him from the start.

“Kugh! You monster!”

Barely trembling, he raised his head and saw the boy floating above him.

“A monster? I think I’m more human than you guys, though?”

Along with the reply, a powerful flash fell.

The lightning of the spirit that the boy dropped pierced through them.

* * *

Did I get rid of them all?

Confirming that the enemies were annihilated, I lost interest in them and turned my gaze away.

‘……I’ll gratefully accept the points themselves, but.’

The amount coming in is pretty good.

The goal of securing points and the plan to strike first worked to some extent.

It wasn’t hard to find them.

Since they appeared in the original work anyway, the skilled members among the organization were likely to be minor characters.

If I found and provoked even one of them, the rest would come running.

The timing was good.

‘I made the first move… then…’

Honestly, I doubt I wiped them all out.

It’s not like I know all their names, and it just so happened that a bunch of them were caught.

Maybe some of them didn’t show themselves to me and ran away.

I shouldn’t be careless, so let’s keep that in mind.

For now, I’ve achieved the first goal.

The heteromorphic warriors who were rampaging to create chaos have already disappeared.

They retreated first as planned.

‘…Next.’

I turned my attention elsewhere.

I know the name of the lord of this place, Count Ilanat.

Then he must still be here, right?

I was wondering what to do about the lord, but this has been decided.

He’s connected to the villains.

‘There’s no need to hesitate to touch him.’

I immediately searched the surroundings to find the lord.

He might have run away, but that’s for later.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to have the guts to run away in this situation.

I entered the study, presumably his office, and saw the figure of a person crouching under the desk.

“…Are you Count Premel Ilanat?”

I deliberately covered my face, lowered my voice slightly, and called out his name, and the desk shook.

‘What is it? Is he a nobody?’

I was considering the possibility that he might be strong, just in case?

Well, I shouldn’t be careless.

There are many cases where people suddenly change and launch powerful attacks while trembling like that.

I do that often myself, don’t I?

Always aiming for the back of the head, no matter when or where, is the basics.

Honestly, that’s the best part.

I lightly launched a fireball, ready to prepare at any time, and burned and smashed the desk where he was hiding.

“Come out.”

“Hiiiiiiiiick?!”

A fat man rolled out before the fire caught him.

To be honest, it’s a very unsightly sight.

I must never become like that.

“H, how dare you, do you know who I am?”

“Yeah, the lord here. And a third-rate villain with connections to the secret organization, the Continental Integration Society.”

“…Hick!”

“Looks like I’m right.”

I lightly sent an electric current, and he twitched, screamed, and couldn’t move.

…This guy, is he really weak?

It’s troublesome if he’s too weak…

He needs to be moderately strong to get something when I take him down.

“Th, then! You should know what it means to touch me! Even after this…”

“I think I’ll be safe. No, I have to be safe. It’s a doomed organization anyway, so what.”

“What are you talking about…”

He wouldn’t understand what I’m saying, so I have no obligation to explain it to him.

“…Let me ask you one thing. About the Tower of Trials and the heteromorphic races [races with unusual or altered forms]. Did you order that, did you come up with that idea?”

“…Th, that’s right.”

“That’s a lie.”

I don’t know the details, but it’s a lie.

“Someone ordered you to do it?”

“No way!”

That’s also a lie.

That’s enough.

‘Obviously, this kind of guy doesn’t know the details.’

I would never make the mistake of teaching the true meaning to this kind of minion.

He was noisy, so I just lightly sent an electric current again and knocked him out.

I didn’t kill him in case I needed to interrogate him again.

I’m also worried about touching a nobleman.

Anyway, I’m going to deal with it carefully later.

‘Is there anything left?’

I don’t have much time, so I hurriedly rummaged through his office.

I broke things, pulled them out, and looked around, but nothing suspicious came out.

Is he not the type to leave evidence…?

Annoying.

“…Should I just leave?”

It might be dangerous to stay too long.

Should I take this guy and run away?

Come to think of it, Elmerot, that alchemist, could make truth serum, right? He also knew how to make drugs that manipulate memories.

Let’s use that.

Let’s interrogate the lord one more time.

It might be an excessive measure, but since the opponent is a villain, I won’t feel any guilt.

I made that decision and was about to move.

“…Haa.”

I reflexively sighed.

The view outside the window is red.

What could be so red in the middle of the night?

…Obviously.

“I’ve been caught.”

This is me talking to myself.

Right now, a torrent of flames is flying towards this way outside the window.

Clearly a bombing aimed at me.

Quickly, I grabbed the unconscious lord’s feet and activated translocation [teleportation].

KWAH-AH-AH-ANG!

Coming out of the castle, I can see the spectacular explosion of a mass of flames hitting the office where I was.

‘Is that magic around the 5th Circle in terms of power?’

Roughly that level of attack magic.

It’s not an attack that a random thug rolling around on the street can use.

That means…

“…That was faster than I thought. Either they have that kind of communication system, or…”

“…Do you want to ask if I was here from the beginning?”

The voice of an elderly woman was heard.

The moment I recognized that, the one who cast the magic just now appeared in front of me.

I frowned as I looked at the head of the middle-aged woman who landed where I was, as if jumping out of the darkness.

‘…Ah, I knew I’d get caught.’

I easily recalled the identity of that woman.

She is a member of the Continental Integration Society’s executive class.

One of the executives who will encounter Sylvester in Volume 7.

There was no direct combat after that, but it is presumed that she was subjugated at the end.

“It would be troublesome if you caused any more trouble. I will stop you myself.”

She must have personally come out to stop me.

How glorious.