How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 236

263. The Conclusion (3)

I know.

Beyond that door lies the authentication item that grants complete control over this dungeon.

Obtaining it would mean the dungeon bends to his will.

“Too late, Aileen.”

Pellentronel reached for the door, confident his desires would be fulfilled.

However.

…….

…….

…….

“……Huh?”

Nothing happens.

The door doesn’t respond.

Authentication fails.

“……Whew, at least I bought some time.”

I let out a sigh of relief, barely managing to stand.

I was really on edge.

If my request to her had been delayed or failed, and that door had opened, it would have been game over.

Fortunately, the insurance I set up worked.

“What have you done!”

Pellentronel shouted, realizing I had schemed something.

No need to hide it now.

“I was worried the whole time. What if you opened that door and seized control of the dungeon, even during our fight?”

Initially, it was insurance in case Sylvester failed.

If Sylvester was at a disadvantage or lost, I needed to prevent him from achieving his goal immediately.

Well, it’s just a stalling tactic anyway.

“Then it’s simple. Prevent the door from opening.”

Temporarily shut down the dungeon’s functions.

A shutdown, so to speak.

Fortunately, I knew how to do it.

Originally, it was a method used to buy time against Pellentronel, who had already seized the dungeon in the original story.

“Looks like she did her job properly.”

I entrusted that role to Princess Resilia, just in case.

A crucial role of cutting off the dungeon’s power.

Of course, the dungeon has a recovery function, so it will return to normal in about 10 minutes.

But I definitely bought time.

“How do you feel, you old geezer king? The reward you wanted is right there, but you can’t even enter.”

I tried shutting down the dungeon once.

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* * *

During the fierce battle with Pellentronel,

Resilia, feeling her stamina failing, was panting as she climbed the hill.

“Wait! Just wait a moment! You there, spirit!”

-Hmm?

At Resilia’s urgent call, a blue, girl-like spirit tilted its head and looked back.

Undine, the water spirit contracted with Aileen.

Now, it’s a spirit acting separately under Aileen’s command.

-Slow! You can’t get there like that!

“I’m not a spirit! Nor am I a spiritist [someone who contracts and commands spirits]! Even so, there’s a limit to my stamina…….”

Barely reaching the top of the hill, Resilia collapsed.

It’s not that she has no stamina.

She thinks she’s quite strong.

However, there’s a limit to venturing into the harsh environment of a dungeon.

In the end, she abandoned her pride and dignity, collapsing and taking a breather.

-Cheer up, cheer up.

Undine puts her hand on Resilia’s head.

Well, it’s cold, so it’s not bad, but it feels strange.

“Are we still far, water spirit?”

-Undine thinks we’re almost there. ……Maybe. Sorry if I’m wrong!

“Don’t say ominous things!”

Well, it probably isn’t wrong.

Undine, who is moving ahead now, is acting according to the commands Aileen gave in advance.

There’s no problem since she remembers and follows the path he indicated mentally.

At least, that’s what Aileen said when he sent Resilia.

But refusing would have been too much to handle later.

Besides, she had to understand that this was necessary after hearing Aileen’s explanation.

‘……That human is in the same category as Abil, for sure!’

Burning her insufficient stamina with anger towards the two humans, she somehow pushed forward with sheer grit.

-Here it is!

Undine pointed to a spot.

“……Is it there?”

It just looks like an ordinary dead end.

-A great power flows here!

Undine’s role is to find the pipeline through which the mana [magical energy] that maintains this dungeon flows.

And Resilia was asked to damage one of those flows.

-I’ll dig it out!

Undine confidently stepped forward and stretched out both arms.

Then, water gathered and formed a sharp cone shape, spinning at high speed.

Undine began to dig into the wall by colliding that spinning water drill.

“……Is there still enough power?”

-Yes! Enough!

The reason Undine can operate even at a distance is because Aileen had infused her with enough power in advance.

Independent action of a spirit.

It’s an absurd act that would make a typical spiritist foam at the mouth, but Resilia doesn’t know that far.

She just vaguely admires that spirits can act for a while even when separated from their spiritist.

“Please be careful! If you use up all your power here, I’ll be completely isolated here.”

-Yeah. Yeah. I know.

Her answer is somehow perfunctory, which makes her uneasy, but spirits are said to be honest, unlike humans.

Let’s trust her.

Well, just in case, Aileen lent her a dagger made of Hydra’s poison.

There’s also a scale given by that snake familiar [a magical creature bound to a witch or wizard].

Thanks to that, monsters didn’t approach.

And after digging for a while, Undine finally.

-Done!

She smiled brightly.

“Did you dig it out?”

-Yes!

As Undine stepped aside proudly, several pipes emitting a bluish light flowed inside the wall.

But you can’t rest assured.

Aileen said that only specific ones among these should be broken.

“……If you break the wrong one, the dungeon will fall, right?”

-Yes! It’ll fall!

She smiles brightly, but that’s even more shocking.

First, she checked the line Aileen specified.

“……Black! Black! He said it was a pipe!”

-Right! Black! ……Huh? Is that right?

“That’s right! Wait a minute, water spirit! Don’t say that, you’re making me uneasy too…….”

It’s okay.

Aileen emphasized and explained it several times, and she remembered it because she knew it was important.

……It’ll be okay.

“Let’s break the black pipe.”

-Yeah. But Undine can’t break it.

“I know. I heard.”

Why does Resilia have to go and touch it herself, leaving Undine behind?

That’s because the main mana supply line of this dungeon has a device that prevents spirits or monsters from touching it.

In fact, when Undine approached, a strange light came out of the pipeline.

It might be a light that drives away spirits.

She guesses because there is a similar barrier device in the imperial family.

Resilia nervously took out a blunt dagger from her chest.

“Hiss!”

With a short and weak shout, Resilia stabbed the dagger into the pipe.

How many more times did she stab it?

Finally, the dagger was deeply embedded in the pipeline.

Pajijijit!

Resilia reflexively and quickly took her hand off the dagger.

Then, she let out a trembling sigh, seemingly relieved.

“……Is it done……right?”

She did as she was told.

If it falls, she will resent Aileen even in death.

Fortunately, there are no signs of it falling.

“……Let’s go back, water spirit.”

Anyway, she properly carried out the mission she was asked to do.

Resilia desperately hoped that her hard work would be worth it as she stood up.

* * *

I tried shutting down the dungeon as a test.

Then, how will he feel when his progress is blocked with the target right in front of him?

Of course, he’ll be angry.

Pellentronel never even considered the existence of Princess Resilia from the beginning.

Because she was weak, he didn’t even think of her as an obstacle from the start.

He only thought about me, Sylvester, Cruse, and Alnix getting in the way, and didn’t even pay attention to anyone else.

This is the result.

“To dare to play such petty tricks!”

Pellentronel roared and lunged at me.

“Stop him! Sprite!”

Creating lightning claws, I stretched them out to grab him, but this time he knocked them all away and broke through.

There’s no time to activate Transfer.

Did I make him too angry?

‘This is…… a bit dangerous…….’

A premonition that death is coming right before my eyes.

Can’t be helped.

Let’s endure being cut off a bit and avoid instant death.

‘If I avoid instant death, I’ll immediately add recovery skills with points…… and somehow manage to lead the battle.’

I was about to move to avoid fatal injuries even a little when something unexpected happened.

[How unsightly, young spiritist.]

I heard someone’s voice in my ear.

At that moment, Pellentronel clicked his tongue and quickly retreated.

At the same time, a black hole opened above my head, and something fell in front of me as if shot out.

It’s space interference magic using black magic.

[Seems like a good time. I’ll return what you entrusted to me.]

The lich [an undead sorcerer] who used that magic, Kmels Alfrenss, said so.

What he threw from beyond space was the magic sword I had commissioned for repairs last time.

It’s also a perfectly repaired sword.

[I’ll end my deal with you with this. I’ve also confirmed that your information is true. ……Aside from that, you entrusted me with a very peculiar sword.]

“……Is that corpse bastard?”

Pellentronel muttered as if he couldn’t understand.

But understanding that there’s no sign of interference, he tries to focus on me again.

He’s coming.

‘……Then.’

I focused on the magic sword Kmels sent.

He said it was repaired.

He said something a little concerning after that, but it doesn’t matter.

I don’t know!

I decided to trust my intuition, feeling like it would be what it will be.

Grasping the hilt of the sword firmly with my right hand.

It seems the repair is really done.

I can’t believe he really fixed it.

Meanwhile, messages keep popping up.