How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 230

256. King of Obsession (5)

Pellentronel walked towards the Celestial Being without hesitation.

From a normal perspective, it was suicide.

Overly concentrated divine power is, in some ways, more harmful than mana.

Excessively purified air will become like poison, and objects touched by that light will vaporize while emitting light.

Becoming too clean conversely threatens life.

“Truly insignificant.”

However, even that light faded as it touched Pellentronel’s body.

“Get lost. I don’t have time to waste on the likes of you.”

Pellentronel, ignoring the divine power bombardment as if it were nothing, grabbed and tore off the Celestial Being’s wings.

The pure white wings were torn apart, shattered, and he trampled on the fallen remains.

The Celestial Being tried to raise its head and scream, but Pellentronel’s axe, the Flame Axe, crushed its neck, tearing it apart.

“You can’t even fulfill the role of a house-guarding dog. …Well, I suppose that’s fitting for cowards who feared destruction and closed their doors.”

With a contemptuous sneer, Pellentronel ignored the dissipating corpse of the Celestial Being and headed towards the door where the treasures were stored.

Once he passed this place, the fortress would be his.

‘…It’s been long. No, is it just beginning?’

He would suppress the world with force and reign over it.

He would unite all wills through force.

It would certainly take a considerable amount of time.

However, compared to the time he had endured so far, it would be just a moment.

Pellentronel reached out to touch the door without hesitation.

However, before his hand could touch the door, it stopped abruptly.

“…Disturbances keep happening today.”

Muttering as if annoyed, he twisted his waist and swung his arm.

At that moment, a sharp aura of sword energy clashed with his fist in a flash of light, canceling each other out.

“At least your strike has become sharper.”

It was a compliment of sorts, but there was no reply.

Pellentronel snorted and turned his body completely.

Unfortunately, it seemed somewhat troublesome to ignore him and move forward.

“I didn’t expect there would be so many things that exceeded my expectations. More than that… I thought the brat would be the one chasing after me, but it’s not him?”

“Brat?”

“You don’t need to know.”

He was sure that Aileon would be the one clinging to him until the end.

That boy, who was more suited to the name of a sycophant than a hero, was the one hindering him.

However, it was not Aileon who stopped him now.

Silver hair.

The boy holding a silver sword imbued with sharp sword energy was staring straight at him.

He remembered him.

The boy who tried to interfere at the Selvas Kingdom’s banquet.

“What’s your name?”

“Sylvester Difrex.”

He told him so readily.

No, was this usually the norm?

With such useless sentiments, Pellentronel….

“Then remain silent, Sylvester.”

Dashing forward as if shooting out, he instantly reached Sylvester’s face.

Normally, he would have appreciated and admired his skills, but he had a goal in front of him now.

Even he felt impatience.

At least, he wanted to hear his name as a form of apology.

Originally, he would have listened seriously and faced him properly, but he couldn’t now.

The axe he held spewed green flames and struck down towards Sylvester.

However, Sylvester did not retreat but instead leaned his body forward slightly, putting his weight on it, and raised his sword with that momentum.

‘Is he trying to confront me with youthful recklessness?’

He thought it was reckless, but he had no intention of holding back.

Rather, he would crush him with all his might!

More intense flames erupted and engulfed Sylvester.

Clang!

A sharp sound rang out, and the green flames poured out, filling the area and soaring upwards in reverse.

“…Indeed, you’re capable enough to confront me head-on, are you.”

A somewhat bitter tone.

Pellentronel looked down at Sylvester, who had received his attack, and inwardly exclaimed.

The strike he had poured his power into had not crushed the boy, and the flames that burned all things had not even touched the hem of the boy’s clothes.

‘He’s not simply clad in aura….’

Even if one were to clad themselves in aura, these flames would burn and cling to even that aura.

Above all, what the boy had clad on his sword and body was not a simple aura.

“That’s right. That sword….”

Pajijijijit!

The aura was raging wildly.

Like lightning.

The fiercely raging current gathered and condensed on the sword, then circulated and emitted in one burst.

That lightning was biting and devouring the flames flowing from his axe.

“Impressive!”

However, there was no time to laugh.

Sylvester immediately raised his sword.

Clang!

The sound of metal rang out, and his axe soared upwards.

“What?!”

This time, even he couldn’t help but be somewhat surprised.

And in the moment of hesitation, Sylvester’s sword energy became lightning, slashing wildly across his entire body.

“…Hmm?!”

Red liquid seeped into the raging lightning and evaporated.

Bleeding.

His sword energy had pierced Pellentronel’s defense.

“Haha. Pathetic!”

Pellentronel unleashed the flames of the Flame Axe, pouring them towards Sylvester.

This time, Sylvester had to avoid it, unable to simply let it flow through him.

Leaving behind the silver-haired boy who had quickly distanced himself, Pellentronel recalled the exchange that had just taken place.

“Not a simple aura… A higher power… A spirit creature?”

“….”

“It seems my guess is correct.”

The absence of an answer can sometimes be the correct answer.

He was still immature.

“Spirit Lightning Sword.”

Sylvester simply uttered the name of the sword energy he had emitted.

A secret art of imbuing the aura emitted by a contracted spirit creature into one’s sword energy and body.

Upon hearing that, Pellentronel’s eyes widened for a moment.

“If it’s that, I remember. There was once a master who subdued a spirit creature and imbued its power into his sword energy.”

Unfortunately, he had not encountered him directly, but he had heard rumors about him.

The moment he heard those words, Sylvester’s eyes trembled slightly.

He must have been shaken.

“Oh? I thought it was just a groundless fear, but it’s true?”

Pellentronel couldn’t help but be quite surprised this time.

The person he mentioned was a master who had been active 20,000 years ago.

Naturally, his swordsmanship should not be found in this era.

“Come to think of it, the one who created that secret art had several disciples, didn’t he? But as far as I’ve confirmed, there were no survivors? …I see! So that’s what it was! Hahahahahahahat! So, you were one of them too!”

“What do you mean?”

Sylvester asked after much deliberation.

He had no intention of humoring the other party’s conversation.

He had no intention of falling for cheap tricks.

However, he didn’t think the other party would resort to such petty methods.

He truly believed that the man had realized something upon seeing Sylvester’s sword.

More than anything, that bothered him.

“Could it be… you don’t know?”

Pellentronel frowned as if he understood from Sylvester’s expression alone.

“Huh… That’s quite unexpected. Weren’t you the one who remained in this era on your own?”

Those were strange words.

Remained on his own?

Above all, why was he talking to Sylvester about the past era?

“You seem confused.”

“I have no intention of playing along with your nonsense.”

“Nonsense… Indeed… You don’t even know that?”

Pellentronel muttered in a strange tone.

For some reason, he suddenly extinguished the flames rising from the Flame Axe.

What trick was he playing?

Sylvester heightened his vigilance to avoid being caught off guard.

“Don’t mind it. I have something to tell you. …If you are truly a returnee who survived from that era.”

Rather, Pellentronel scoffed at Sylvester as if he were pathetic and casually sat down nearby.

“Indulge my whim.”

However, he had not lost his will to fight.

If Sylvester attacked without paying attention, he would unleash his energy again and immediately counterattack.

‘…Is there an opening?’

Sylvester pondered.

However, there was no reason not to respond to the conversation.

Rejecting the conversation and wielding his sword would be tantamount to proving that he was no different from the villains.

“…I understand. I’ll listen for now.”

Sylvester also eased his sword energy.

However, he did not let his guard down.

He could switch to attack at any time if he sensed anything strange.

“Before that, I’ll ask. Sylvester Difrex. …Are you truly a human from 20,000 years ago?”

“…Yes.”

There was no reason to deny it now.

As Sylvester readily agreed, Pellentronel closed his mouth heavily.

Then….

“I am the same.”

“…What?”

“I also mean that I am a survivor from that era, fellow countryman.”

He revealed his identity to Sylvester as if it were nothing.

* * *

Long ago, in a past so distant that even the records had faded away, there was a small kingdom.

“…I was the king of that place.”

Pellentronel introduced himself.

“The last king of the Paltron Kingdom. That is who I am.”

“…Paltron Kingdom?”

“Oh? Have you heard of it after all? Well, you would have!”

The reason Sylvester’s expression changed was because he remembered hearing about that kingdom.

No, he wouldn’t know the name otherwise.

“I heard about it from my teacher. He said it was a small country bordering the western sea at the time….”

“A small country… Hmm, I won’t deny it.”

Pellentronel muttered in a voice that seemed to be mixed with a strange regret, and then immediately continued.

Rather than being upset about being called a small country, he seemed to be longing for it.

“That’s right. I was the one responsible for that small country you speak of.”

What was in his tone was a strange sense of longing.

In any case, it was in the past tense.

Sylvester also knew that it was a kingdom that no longer existed.

“Before that, the fact that you were the king of that country means… Pellentronel, you are….”

“…I’m the same as you, Sylvester. This body is also a survivor from that era. I don’t know who named it, but they called it a returnee… [a person who has returned from a past era].”

“….”

“Let me tell you, Sylvester, you are not the first returnee I have encountered. There have been several over the past years.”

“So? What do you want to say now?”

Was he trying to emphasize that they were from the same hometown to gain understanding?

“Just listen. From what I can see, you seem to be wandering through this era without knowing anything.”

Pellentronel did not hide his oppressive gaze, as if he were trying to suppress him with emotion alone, in a strong tone.

“Sylvester, do you know why our era disappeared?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Do you want to know?”

However, Sylvester quietly shook his head.

“I’m not interested.”

“Are you serious?”

“It’s already the past. There’s no point in remembering what’s gone.”

“I see… Is that what you think? Do you want to say that the past is just something that has passed? Well, that’s not bad either. I won’t deny your ideology.”

“Could it be, Pellentronel? Are you… trying to revive that past kingdom?”

Sylvester cautiously guessed his purpose.

However, for some reason, Pellentronel laughed.

He said it was a shallow thought.

“Hmph, that’s a ridiculous idea. If it’s a joke, it’s a terrible one.”

Pellentronel denied it.

“Don’t you think so too? That the past is just something that has passed. I partially agree with that too.”

“….”

“My kingdom has already been destroyed. Not just the kingdom, but that glorious era has been wiped out. It’s already gone. No matter what I do, I can’t revive it.”

“Then why….”

“What’s important is the present… and the future, Sylvester.”

“…The future?”

“I want to prevent the destruction of this era.”

That was a ridiculous statement.

Sylvester was speechless, as if he was dumbfounded.

A man who was plotting to overthrow the kingdom and committing atrocities, now all of a sudden?