How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 311

346. The Truth Is Here (2)

Having easily entered the city, I first checked the monster materials I had obtained.

‘This is insurance for emergencies….’

First, I needed to find a nearby money exchanger.

After asking a random passerby, I entered a building housing several money exchange businesses.

“I would like to see if you can exchange this gold coin.”

“Let’s see….”

I approached a suitable money exchanger and requested to exchange the gold coin.

The coin I presented was commonly used in the Selvas Kingdom.

However, the exchanger frowned upon seeing the gold coin.

“Tsk tsk… Where did you get scammed like this?”

“S-Scammed?”

“I’ve never seen a gold coin like this before. I don’t even know where it’s from.”

It seemed they had never seen this gold coin before.

I approached other exchangers, but they all had the same reaction.

Before they became more suspicious, I made up an excuse and left.

It was as I expected.

‘I can’t use the money.’

They wouldn’t accept currency from an unknown origin.

There might be merchants who deal in gold, so I could exchange it for its gold value, but that wouldn’t be wise.

I would definitely be traced somehow.

Then….

“…Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely unlucky.”

I re-examined the monster materials I had stored a while ago, safely slumbering in the subspace, and grinned.

It’s always good to be prepared for anything.

Afterward, I found a merchant who dealt in monster materials and made a deal at a reasonable price.

The merchant, who was hesitant to trade with a boy he had never seen before, reluctantly agreed when I said I didn’t mind if he priced it about 20% lower than the market price.

Thanks to that, I obtained 30 silver coins.

“…So it’s like this.”

As expected, the silver coins were also new to me.

If my guess is correct, this is quite a difficult situation.

Of course, it’s not as life-threatening as when I first became ‘Aileen.’

“This is troublesome.”

The list of things I need to do is still daunting.

It’s pointless to dwell on reality.

“Could it be the era of 20,000 years ago?”

A setting that was only mentioned.

An era about which I have no information.

However, it clearly holds the key element to my current situation.

It must be a past civilization.

The question is, putting aside whether it’s possible or not, what if I really came to that era?

“It doesn’t seem like I’m having delusions.”

What I see is real, and everything I eat and drink here feels real.

At least it’s not a hallucination.

The remaining question is whether I ended up here by ‘accident or someone’s intention?’ but there’s no basis to judge that either.

“The standard thing to do in this situation is… to work hard to return to the original era.”

I’ll be honest. I’ll be very honest.

“…That’s the most annoying thing.”

I grumbled as I lay down in the inn room a little later.

Since I get to eat and rest to recover, I’m feeling lazy about everything.

“…In the worst case, I can’t live here, can I?”

I have to go back.

Above all, I can’t stay here.

It’s physically impossible.

More than anything, there’s a decisive reason why I can’t stay in this era.

‘However, assuming there’s a meaning to coming here, I guess I should do something anyway….’

What should I do?

There must be something that comes to mind.

“Let’s take a breather and think about it.”

I was about to close my eyes for a moment.

Crash! Bang!

I heard something shattering and men screaming.

“Ah! It’s so damn noisy! How can anyone think!”

I could tolerate some noise between floors, but this is too much.

It’s not just once, but continuously.

Did a brawl break out?

I quickly took out the jerky and drinks I had bought earlier from the subspace and went downstairs.

I don’t like fighting, but I don’t dislike watching.

Sometimes this is good too.

Instead of being the center of the commotion, I’m just an observer.

Like a nameless extra!

However, I soon realized that it was futile.

The moment I was thrown here, I was destined to encounter incidents.

I realized that soon.

…Because.

“……What a noisy inn. How can one get a proper nap in this place?”

A woman who appeared to be in her 60s, with a peculiar way of speaking, was wandering around the first floor.

And, whatever happened, the men around her were in a mess.

It was fortunate if they were just lying down; some were embedded in the wall, or stuck to the floor or ceiling.

Fights are common, and it’s also very common to misjudge an opponent and get a good scolding.

“How foolish. Don’t they know that the elderly and children are the scariest beings?”

In this world, the elderly and children are actually the scariest beings.

So, there’s no need to pay attention to those fools.

However, what made me drop the jerky I was chewing was the sword at the woman’s waist.

A sword I’ve seen somewhere before.

“Huh?”

It was Killmuris.

Quickly realizing this was going to be troublesome, I tried to back away.

That old woman made eye contact with me.

There’s no need to check her identity.

I haven’t heard of two swords of the same kind existing, and I haven’t read such a description.

It’s definitely her.

That old woman is Sylvester’s master.

The Sword Saint, Melas.

‘What should I do….’

I pondered for a moment.

What a coincidence.

To think that I would fall into the world of 20,000 years ago, and that the protagonist’s master would be here.

But I don’t know anything about her.

She’s just a character mentioned in flashbacks.

Later on, Sylvester vaguely recalls surpassing her.

‘It’s not good to encounter such a person rashly….’

Sylvester said that she was an inscrutable master.

In fact, the reason she sent Sylvester to the world 20,000 years later was somewhat ambiguous.

Above all, that guy has a habit of seeing humans as inherently good.

There are often developments where he gets taken advantage of because he trusts others blindly.

And I basically don’t trust people I don’t know.

‘Let’s get out of here first….’

Above all, the situation isn’t good.

I might eat popcorn while others fight, but I don’t get close.

As I reminded myself of that iron rule, I tried to retreat.

“Ah! Over there! It’s over there!”

Someone shouted from behind Sword Saint Melas.

It was a voice I had never heard before.

A boy who had been following her and had briefly taken refuge outside the store jumped in and shouted.

“……Be quiet. Didn’t you cause me to lay hands on those guys because you were making a fuss earlier?”

“Ahahaha. It’s those guys who called me a kid who are to blame. Besides, Melas didn’t need to lay a hand on them, right?”

“If you had laid a hand on them, they would have been even more brutally crushed, so I just did it for you.”

“That’s very kind of you. …Oh! That’s not it! More importantly, him!”

The boy, who had been chattering like that, pointed to one place.

Damn it.

It was directed towards me.

It couldn’t be a coincidence.

Our eyes met.

“Are you talking about that man?”

“That’s right! This alien sensation! He’s definitely an outsider!”

Outsider?

Meaningless conversation.

However, their attention is on me, and they seem to be watching me.

Judging that it was troublesome, I tried to escape first.

“……I would like you to wait a moment.”

As soon as I took a step back, Sword Saint suddenly approached me before I could even blink.

How did she move?

The intermediate process was not visible to my eyes.

‘What kind of movement is that….’

As I was in shock and wondering how to escape.

“Let’s check it out.”

She muttered and moved the sword she was holding.

Without thinking, my survival instinct warned me.

It was the reaction of countless experiences of being stabbed.

Reflexively, I drew Killmuris, unfolded my aura, and held the sword forward.

A bluish aura barrier spread around the sword, and a pale flash collided with it.

Killmuris and Killmuris.

The same shape of swords collided.

“……That sword.”

Melas narrowed her eyes and scanned Killmuris, which I was holding.

“Amazing. Was it real… I clearly thought it was that damn brat’s bluff.”

What does that mean?

However, before I could ask, she moved first.

It seems that the check she mentioned is continuing.

“Let’s see some more.”

She lightly moved her body to the side.

I opened my eyes and watched, but strangely, her figure was not visible in my sight.

A movement that seems to be visible but not.

And every time her figure wavered, several blue sword energies poured out.

“Kugh!”

The reason I was barely able to block it was because Killmuris reacted automatically.

Moreover, it’s moving more actively than usual.

Is it because it’s the same swordsmanship?

“Oh? Are you even copying that far?”

Melas’s eyes became even more heated as I blocked the attack.

As if she found it interesting.

“If so…….”

“Stop! That’s enough!”

Just before she could do something more, a shadow suddenly intervened.

It was the boy who was accompanying her master.

The boy glared at Melas and scolded her mercilessly.

“I told you! It would be a real headache if something happened to him, right? I told you to find him, not to catch him!”

“Hmm… I guess I got carried away.”

Melas clicked her tongue as if embarrassed and put away her sword.

At the same time, the strange pressure disappeared.

Hoo… I also sighed and put away my sword.

“Who are you? Why did you attack me without permission?”

I asked, intending to probe while pretending not to know.

However, the boy chuckled lightly, as if telling me not to do such obvious things.

“There’s no need to pretend you don’t know, outsider.”

“……Outsider?”

“Ah~ You definitely get wary when I say it like that.”

Muttering something incomprehensible.

Then, after muttering to himself a few times as if choosing what to say.

“Then I’ll say it like this.”

He stared at my face again and smiled in a friendly manner… but in a suspicious way, and said once more.

“Welcome to this place, soul summoned from another world.”

What?

“……Who are you?”

“You probably don’t know about me, so I’ll put it this way. …Would you be willing to talk a little if I said I know the cause of your current situation?”

He’s extremely suspicious.

But I can’t ignore him.

“My name is Nelkeros Paltea. …At least, I am someone who knows information about the future you are struggling with. And a representative of someone.”

The boy, who introduced himself as Nelkeros, added.

“And here, I’m apparently expected to be a prophet and a savior who will defeat the destruction.”

“……Ah.”

Only then did I realize something and let out a small exclamation.

* * *

I don’t know about the person named Nelkeros.

But if I think about it, there are scattered grounds.

There was a person Asilla mentioned before.

There was a sage who advised to prepare for destruction in the past.

And the boy named Nelkeros said that he is expected to be a prophet and a savior who will defeat the destruction.

In short, it is certain that he is someone who knows something I don’t.

Thinking that I should at least listen to the story, I willingly decided to accompany them.

“……I’m Aileen.”

“Aileen… That’s your current name, right? What was your previous name?”

“…….”

I don’t want to say that much.

I don’t trust them completely.

“You seem to know a lot about me, but you don’t even know my name?”

“That can’t be helped. All I know is that a being like you, Aileen, will fall in the distant future. And in fact, I don’t know about the future itself.”

“You don’t know?”

“Yeah. Not at all.”

The boy said bluntly that he didn’t know, to the point of being refreshing.