How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 27

32. Retaliation with Retaliation (2)

I, who had been an extra until recently, covered my mouth and chuckled, “Heh heh!”

Well, just kidding~ I’m not underestimating them, no matter what.

‘The problem is there are too many of them. I can’t just waltz in there and take them all on like this…….’

It’s impossible to wipe out that many heads all by myself.

I’d love to charge in there like a real man and make a spectacular showing, but realistically, it’s difficult.

More like crazy.

There’s a different strategy that suits someone like me, who came from being an extra.

‘In situations like this, I have to handle it confidently and safely.’

I summoned Undine and Sandman.

Two spirits of water and sleep, I need you to do me a favor.

-What do you want us to do?

-……Sleep.

Undine tilted her head, and Sandman seemed unmotivated as always.

I’m just trusting these guys.

……I can trust them, right?

“You two, remember what we practiced last time?”

-Practice?

-……Practice?

I sighed and explained once again, “The fog, the fog!”

-Ah!

-Got it!

Only then did the two spirits seem to remember and unleash their power.

First, Undine’s wings fluttered, and something like fog began to pour out.

Then, Sandman matched the fog that Undine was spreading, releasing waves of sleep along with it.

The fog is combined with the effect of sleep.

If I had to give it a name, it would be the Fog of Sleep.

The fog flowed straight into the Black Serpent’s hideout.

‘The scariest thing in the world is a weapon without substance.’

There’s a reason why asymmetric warfare is so terrifying.

Arrows and swords can be dodged with good reflexes or a good sense.

But how can you avoid means like fog or gas?

‘Well, masters can avoid that too, but…’

But it’s impossible for these guys.

After waiting for a while, I saw the gang members on the first floor, who were having a drinking party, collapsing one by one as they came into contact with the fog.

It’s working! It’s working!

‘I don’t have any ill feelings towards you guys…… well, I do. Quite a lot.’

Looking back, there are a lot of grudges.

The price for daring to interfere with my business.

The price for hurting me and the mercenaries.

I’m not magnanimous enough to let those grudges slide.

‘Pay the price here.’

After confirming that all the visible enemies were asleep, I carefully entered the hideout and unpacked the bundle I had brought.

Inside were thick, rusty spikes.

I had bought them cheaply from a nearby blacksmith.

‘And this is the ticket that will send you to hell.’

I grabbed a handful of spikes and used space transition [teleportation].

The sound of the enemies’ breaths stopping could be heard as many spikes disappeared from my hand.

I used transition to stab the spikes into the enemies’ hearts.

It’s an assassination method, but it’s sure and fast.

And the spikes themselves have little mass, so the mana consumption isn’t high either.

It’s the best in terms of efficiency.

‘Let’s hurry.’

It’s important to act quickly because the enemies might wake up.

It’s cruel, but it can’t be helped.

And again, I have a lot of grudges.

* * *

The effect of the Fog of Sleep was more powerful than I had expected, as I didn’t find a single guy awake and well while walking around.

‘At least none of the guys in here will be going back alive.’

If the personnel here are wiped out, the Black Serpent will never be able to revive as an organization.

By the time I had circled the hideout once, it was filled with the corpses of gang members.

Don’t have any sympathy.

I already know the atrocities these guys have committed here.

They brought it on themselves.

I quickly scanned the enemies’ corpses, not forgetting to check their names one by one.

Names and roles are important.

“……Extra. Extra. Extra. Tsk, are there only extras?”

Wiping them out is important, but there’s also a target that I can’t miss.

“Where’s the boss of this place?”

Every organization has a head.

The head of the Black Serpent who receives orders from that vampire.

I have to find him.

‘If I don’t take out that boss, there’s no point in attempting the raid.’

The problem is, I don’t know what the boss looks like. I don’t even know his name.

I casually asked the mercenaries before coming, but they didn’t seem to know.

But I was confident that I could distinguish him.

He won’t be able to hide his identity in front of me.

The reason is the role.

‘The boss is probably a bit part [minor character].’

I might be able to tell by looking at the role.

There’s a basis for it.

In the second volume of the original work.

The protagonist, Sylvester, noticed the existence of a vampire who was dealing with criminal organizations and went around turning the dark side of the royal capital upside down in order to defeat the source.

And finally, the moment he arrived at the organization’s hideout, he encountered them.

The heads of each subordinate organization who happened to be gathered that day.

‘That day happened to be a meeting day between the subordinate organizations.’

It was a situation that deserved the saying, ‘caught red-handed’.

The bosses, of course, couldn’t just stand by and watch Sylvester barge in.

They showed hostility and ridiculed him as an unlucky brat.

It was the end of an unlucky villain.

It’s a development familiar to us where villains underestimate the protagonist and are annihilated.

‘In the end, the heads of each subordinate organization are wiped out. And in the end, the vampire is brutally smashed to pieces.’

The vampire in question was already half-dead at the hands of the protagonist by the time the sun rose the next day.

There was even an illustration of the protagonist grabbing the vampire, who was still alive even with only his head remaining, by the hair and taking him up to the roof to be grilled in the morning sunlight.

That’s the ending of the simultaneous collapse episode of the Selvas Kingdom’s criminal guild in the mid-to-late part of the second volume.

All the bosses, including the mastermind, were wiped out in one night, so what could the remaining guys do?

All that was left was to collapse.

‘Anyway, since he’s destined to meet the protagonist in the original work, he’s also a bit part [minor character].’

If I recall the role of the corrupt merchant Roodel, there’s a good chance.

He’d be treated as the lowest of the bit parts.

‘But there aren’t any corpses of bit parts yet.’

If he’s in the hideout, there must be a boss among the sleeping guys.

But there isn’t?

‘Did I kill the boss without knowing? If not…….’

Just as I was pondering the meaning of that, I heard the sound of steady footsteps.

There’s a human who isn’t asleep.

“……My, what a truly bizarre fog. Is this spiritism, or spirit magic?”

A tall, blond man slowly walked over, lightly parting the fog with the sword in his hand.

My gaze was fixed on his face, on his name and role.

……That’s the guy.

I decided to pretend to know him in order to unsettle him.

“You’re the boss? You’re definitely Singel, right?”

“……How unexpected. Surely, only a very small number of people in this city would have heard my name…… Could it be that someone’s mouth has become loose?”

“Who knows? Want to ask your subordinates’ corpses? Ah, I can’t ask them here. Ask them in the afterlife.”

……It’s a provocation, but I feel like I’m the villain.

Even Singel seems to be dumbfounded.

“Well, never mind. There’s no point since you’ve come all the way here. And…….”

Singel glanced around as if surveying his surroundings.

Immediately afterward, his eyes were filled with considerable anger.

Hostility towards the one who trampled on his territory.

“……There seems to be nothing more to say. You’re doing something truly foolish.”

“Hmph, who’s talking?”

It’s clear that those guys started it first.

For that guy to be angry here is outrageous.

‘Anyway, I have to fight.’

Preparing to attack at any moment, I examined him from head to toe.

The way he’s holding the sword is unusual.

‘Does that guy use a sword too? ……The problem is, why didn’t that guy fall asleep?’

No, even if he didn’t fall asleep, he should at least be feeling drowsy.

But there’s no sign of that on him.

His gait seems steady, and there’s no expression on his face.

‘Does he have some kind of item? If not…….’

And I soon found out the answer.

“Hah!”

Singel moved first.

Since he’s skilled with a sword, it would be easy for him to seize the opportunity to attack, as his movements are at least better than mine.

‘As expected, he’s fast.’

A speed that even the fog is pushed back by.

In an instant, the sword that guy swung came towards my neck.

‘I can’t dodge that sword…….’

I could avoid it by using space transition [teleportation], but I don’t want to show it yet.

Above all, movement consumes a lot of mana.

I used space fixation to guard the front.

Paang!

Something like a blue flame burst out in front, and the guy’s sword glanced off.

That was close.

If I had been even a little late, I would have been pierced.

“……What?!”

The guy is flustered when his sword is blocked.

Let’s take advantage of that gap.

At the same time as the guy’s eyes widened, I had Sprite fire off an electric shock.

No matter how strong a man is, he can’t be unharmed if he takes an electric shock with his bare body.

Pajijijijit!

The electric shock that hit Singel’s chest burst into a blue flash.

‘It hit!’

But…….

‘It has no effect?!’

Quickly realizing that fact, I retreated.

The sword that guy swung narrowly cut through the air.

If I had stayed there, I would have been beheaded in retaliation.

Singel didn’t chase after me, but instead looked back and forth between his sword and his torso.

“……Was that spirit magic just now? Lightning was expected, but what about the sword?”

I have no obligation to tell him.

I kept my mouth shut and watched him.

It seems he hasn’t figured out the identity of my defensive means yet, but it’s too bad that I couldn’t take him down a little while ago.

There won’t be the same opportunity twice.

But there are also things I’ve learned.

What the source of that guy’s combat power is.

“……You, that’s aura. You’re using aura, aren’t you?”

The faint blue energy that dwells in the sword.

When I was hit by lightning a little while ago, I vaguely saw a barrier of blue energy surrounding the guy’s body.

The blue flash is definitely aura.

Singel shrugged his shoulders, as if he had no intention of hiding it.

He’s full of confidence.

“Well, that’s about right. It’s a minor talent, though.”

“These days, do thugs use aura on their swords? It doesn’t suit you…….”

I’m outwardly mocking him, but inwardly I’m terrified.

I didn’t think he’d be weak since he’s the boss of those guys.

Still, to think he can even use aura.

The abilities of someone who uses aura are largely divided into several stages based on the original work.

First, there’s Aura Beginner, who has just awakened aura.

Next is Aura Practitioner, a realm where they begin to learn to control aura and are capable of doing so.

Next is the higher realm above that, Aura Expert.

This is when they truly show their worth as an aura user.

Finally, there’s Aura Master, a realm commonly referred to as Sword Master.

In terms of settings, the four stages above are usually the ones that are widely known.

‘That Singel guy is probably around Practitioner level.’

The fact that he wasn’t affected by the fog means he’s at least at the Aura Practitioner level.

It’s a stage where he can circulate aura to neutralize the effects of the Fog of Sleep and use aura to defend himself.

Of course, it’s not a common talent.

At least if he were a mercenary, he could receive an A rank, and if he worked as a knight, he could earn the lord’s trust and secure a position.

“Isn’t it a waste to use that talent to be a thug boss?”

“Hoo, I don’t know? This is fun in its own way. The income is better than most jobs. At least it’s more rewarding than when I was working as a knight.”

For a villain to talk about being rewarding.

‘What should I do…….’

Among my attack methods, the fastest and most powerful is still the electric shock I use with spirit magic.

If that doesn’t work, other attacks won’t work either.

‘I have to do something about that guy’s aura.’

I need a countermeasure against aura users.

‘If that guy is around Aura Practitioner level, then surely…….’

I’ve thought of a plan to some extent.

I can’t guarantee whether it will work, but there’s no other way.

I have to try.

“……Undine, Sandman. Fog of Sleep.”

Since the fog was gradually thinning, I had them spread the Fog of Sleep again.

This is what you call a rehash.

Of course, Singel tilted his head and questioned, waving his sword, as I used a trick that wouldn’t work again.

“Hmm? That fog won’t work on me, though?”

“Who cares about that crap?”

In an instant, a pure white fog began to obscure the vision again.

This time, I made the concentration particularly thick.

In this state, it becomes impossible to distinguish objects in front of you, even 10 meters away.

What I’m aiming for is to limit his vision.

And in order to block the effects of the Fog of Sleep, he has to keep circulating aura.

It’s a subtle effect that can continuously consume that guy’s mana.

In the meantime, there’s only one thing I have to do.

‘……In this gap!’

I didn’t look back and ran away with all my might.