Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 139 & 140 & 141

Chapter 139: The Uproar of a Night That Won’t Dawn (2)

During the day, I passed through the ruins lined with obelisks.

Riding Agamemnon, literally soaring in, I found the place transformed into an eerie space bathed in pale blue light.

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“Ugh, what’s that? I-Illumination…?”

“What are you blabbering about, bōzu? No matter how you look at it, that’s a horde of wraiths! Hoho, must be tens of thousands. Quite a spectacle, isn’t it?”

“Wraiths, huh? Oi, Undead Queen, aren’t they your kin? Can’t you talk them into leaving?”

“Haa? Is your brain boiling, Lucius? I’m the Undead Queen. I’m not dead.”

“What’s that? You’re the head of all things undead, so I thought they were your kind…”

“Well, it’s complicated. But what do we do about this? Agamemnon, how about a breath attack for starters?”

She suggests a preemptive strike with the casual vibe of ordering a beer.

Undead Queen Eremia is, without a doubt, the musclehead supreme among the Troublemakers.

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“Well, let’s at least try talking first. Who knows, they might be friendly wraiths… Oi! You there! Is this some kind of festival or what?”

The one called out is a wraith perched atop an obelisk.

It wears a tattered fur robe, with deer-like antlers sprouting from its head, looking like some ancient shaman.

Its blue-glowing form cackles ketaketa, not exactly radiating friendliness.

But the Hero of Salvation doesn’t judge by appearances!

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“Foolish living beings… This island shall once again embrace the era of deep, endless night…”

“Ah, yep. Exactly the pattern I expected from their looks…”

Yuri retreats sheepishly.

Meanwhile, the wraith, brimming with zeal, launches into a grandiose speech no one asked for.

“Sealed by those accursed first elves, thousands of years have passed… We, who lost our flesh, behold! The elves, forgetting the past, recklessly defiled the sanctuary. The seal weakens, the stars align, and our time of awakening has come…!”

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“““““Ah!”””””

At the mention of defiling the sanctuary, the four Troublemakers and Luwi cry out in unison.

Eyes darting wildly, the five start proclaiming their innocence unprompted.

“Hold it! Sure, I did some naughty stuff at the holy spring, but that’s no reason to vilify sexy times! That’s just wrong!”

“Leaving the yarichin’s nonsense aside, aye, we did have a booze-fest under the World Tree…! But alcohol’s not to blame!”

Yuri and the Dragon King passionately defend the sanctity of sex and alcohol.

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“Fuh… I’ll admit it. After the booze-fest, I was hit by a physiological urge and relieved myself under the World Tree… But it was for the tree’s growth! Pure goodwill, I swear!”

“I messed up summoning undead to haul the drunken idiots, sure. But if a sanctuary’s that fragile, isn’t it kinda their fault?”

The Demon King confesses to arguably the worst offense, while Undead Queen Eremia boldly shifts the blame.

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While the four idiots spill their guts, Luwi mutters under her breath.

“Alright, safe, totally safe! I did mess up a dark magic experiment at midnight, but this? Totally safe…!”

“Luwi? I can hear you, y’know. Well, I was too busy sketching ero-doujin at night to care, so I guess we’re both guilty, huh?”

What a bunch.

The wraith leader, having heard their confessions, nods gravely and says:

“W-We… should we thank you? If you’ve gone that far, no wonder the sanctuary’s power weakened…”

Even the wraith sounds baffled.

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“W-What do we do, Luti-sensei…?! This is all our fault…!”

“It’s not your fault, Sophie. The World Tree’s base is a sanctuary… but even the elders didn’t know it held such importance.”

The two conscientious elves lower their eyes in guilt.

Then, the last one, Rieze, who’d been silent, finally speaks.

As the princess of the sacred Nemed elves, she bears her clan’s responsibility.

Carrying her people’s pride, she declares…

“Alright, I’ve decided! We’re gonna pretend we heard nothing!”

A spectacular dodge of responsibility.

After all, she started the booze-fest…!

Besides, working in the capital taught her that playing dumb often solves things. The dark side of city life.

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“Come on, you lot! I’m pretending I know nothing, so just beat the crap outta those guys! Everyone’s asleep anyway, so if we take ‘em down, we’re golden!”

“Hell yeah, that’s the spirit! If that’s the plan…!”

“Indeed. For the world, for the people, and to cover our tracks…!”

“Kukuku, your mistake was crossing paths with us. For the island’s peace—and my own skin!”

“Time to die again! Don’t take it personally!”

Egged on by Rieze, the idiot crew, fists raised, charges the wraith horde with gusto.

Thus begins an utterly chaotic clash between thugs and wraiths, a nuisance to all.

Chapter 140: The Uproar of the Endless Night Sky (3)

“Fuh. An army of wraiths, huh… Sure, it’s a hefty number. But we’ll show you the power of the living!”

“You lot, aren’t there two vampires mixed in there?”

Before the battle, Yuri delivers a cool, dramatic line with a smug face.

A sharp retort cuts him down instantly.

Luwi and Lily make an “oh crap” face.

Yuri, shoulders trembling, snaps:

“…Vampires are alive, so it’s fine! We’re on this side!”

He throws a childish tantrum.

In that momentum, he charges the lead wraith, ready to punch it physically.

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“Take this! Sorry, but it’s time to ascend! …Wait, huh?”

“Fufufu, foolish…!”

Even as a Hero of Salvation, his strike is powerful.

But it whooshes right through the wraith’s spiritual body.

“I told you, we’ve lost our flesh! I am the Wraith Sovereign, a being of pure resentment…!”

“What, seriously? That kind of pattern?”

His physical attack passes through, and Yuri blinks in surprise.

Then Eremia steps up.

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“Quit yammering. Eat this!”

“Fuhaha, a futile effort… Ggh, guh!?”

Eremia’s strike seems to pass through… or so it appears, but the wraith writhes in pain.

Despite no physical feedback, it takes damage, leaving the Undead Queen dissatisfied.

“Why’re you acting hurt? It went right through!”

“Y-You, you’re no ordinary living being! To inflict pain on me, what kind of karma do you carry…!?”

“Huh? I don’t know what this Wraith Sovereign nonsense is, but who do you think you are? Copying my vibe is a nuisance!”

“What are you blabbering about…!? No, wait. That aura you emit… Could it be, a necromancer!?”

“Exactly. I am Eremia, the Tyrant of Necropolis, the Undead Queen. Come forth, my people, my servants, my undead! Show this copycat who the true king is!”

Zowari.

From the mystic island’s soil, from the earth cloaked in night’s darkness, hands slither and ooze forth.

Bathed in the full moon’s light, from Eremia’s endless shadow, the denizens of Necropolis emerge.

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“OOOOOOO…!”

Tonight, they’re filled with deeper sorrow than usual, brandishing sinister weapons skyward, roaring before tens of thousands of wraiths.

It’s as if they’re pleading something to their foes.

“You… That fist is steeped in undead resentment…! I hear it, I hear the wails of our kin…!”

On one side, wraiths who slumbered peacefully under a seal for millennia.

On the other, undead enduring Eremia’s reckless demands in Necropolis.

Both are dead, yet why such a gap? Arrogance? Environment?

The undead howl at this injustice.

Even while howling, they dutifully attack with swords, a testament to Eremia’s iron grip.

Watching this, Yuri nods in understanding.

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“I get it. Physical attacks don’t work, but same-type attacks do. So Eremia’s totally dark-aligned, huh?”

“Hoho. Then perhaps the attacks of I, Lucius, the night’s sovereign and Demon King, would work too?”

“W-What? Gnuuh!?”

Lucius delivers a flying kick, and sure enough, the Wraith Sovereign writhes in pain.

Dark-aligned attacks seem to land normally.

“Hmm, it’s wise to let like fight like. Oi, Eremia, Lucius, this virtuous dragon will sit back and watch. You villains, go wild!”

“Yeah, exactly! A pure and honest guy like me can’t land hits anyway… So let’s leave it to the like-minded!”

“““Don’t lump us together!”””

The Demon King, Undead Queen, and somehow even the Wraith Sovereign shout in unison.

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And so begins a sloppy brawl.

Neither side’s main attacks work well.

Wraiths typically possess and curse the living to death.

But against an undead army, an Undead Queen, and a Demon King—already dead or close enough—it’s useless.

Meanwhile, pounding on spiritual bodies deals minimal damage.

It’s turning into a long slog, and the spectators are getting bored.

“Ugh. Hey, bōzu, I’ve got a great idea.”

“What, for real? Luwi, can you purify wraiths or something!?”

“Purification’s not my thing. But mix a super strong curse with fire and wind magic, and… dokkaan! You scatter a curse across the whole area, making a crazy powerful spell! Poison for poison, curses for wraiths! My curse magic’s so wild, it’ll wipe those wraiths out!”

Luwi’s quick-fix proposal is dangerously reckless.

Even Yuri hesitates a bit.

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“…That gives me really bad vibes. It won’t leave something nasty behind, right?”

“W-Well, it might turn the place barren for, say, a century… or maybe not… But, y’know, necessary sacrifice and all…?”

“No way, Luwi! Cute talk won’t cut it! A spell to curse-kill wraiths? Nothing but bad vibes!”

For once, Lily takes the tsukkomi role.

The sage of the Dark Continent is a bit of a hazard.

The elf crew listening nearby is trembling.

“How about using those obelisks? They were for sealing, so maybe they can attack too…?”

“Aye. They stored holy magic as sealing devices… but they’re empty now. Just a shell without the juice is useless.”

“Holy magic. Holy magic, huh… Hmm…”

Yuri’s gaze locks onto Sophie, the pure and lovely elf, with unwavering sincerity.

Sophie panics, flustered, her cute gestures only amplifying her charm.

“Uh, um, I can use basic healing magic, but holy magic…”

She glances at Luti-sensei, who shakes her head and sighs, “I can’t use it either.”

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“Ugh. It’s not that easy, huh… What to do…”

For the record, the (self-proclaimed) pure and honest Yuri can’t use holy magic either. Guess why.

The Troublemakers? No need to ask.

Rieze, naturally ignored, grits her teeth but stays silent, knowing it’s not her scene.

Yuri’s life is spared.

“…Oh. Wait. I can just teleport someone here.”

“Hm? Got someone in mind, bōzu?”

“Yeah, totally! What a genius idea! I know the perfect person! I’ll go grab some help!”

Indeed.

Yuri may be an impure guy, but his lover is a universally acknowledged holy figure.

The saintess of Goddess Mutras, Beatrice.

Chapter 141: The Uproar of the Endless Night Sky (4)

“Yuusha-sama! At last, the time has come for you to rely on me…! Leave it to me! I’ll give it my all!”

Beatrice, the saintess, is suddenly begged by Yuri for “Help, please!”

She agrees in milliseconds, changes into her holy robes, and arrives at Rasil Island.

Clenching her fists tightly, bouncing up and down, she’s radiating enthusiasm with her whole body.

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“…Hey, you. Maybe it’s just me, but this looks like more than a casual relationship.”

“H-Haha… Uh, well, Rieze. Beatrice is a saintess, so she’s probably fired up by her mission facing a horde of wraiths…”

“Yes! I’m thrilled to work alongside Yuusha-sama! With our love’s power, we’ll banish this darkness!”

“Hoo. Hee. Love’s power, huh, you dimwit? She’s really into you, isn’t she? And you’re about to get married, plus two-timing with Lily?”

“B-Beatrice and I, well, we’re in a s-serious relationship… and…!”

“Yuusha-sama! What should I do?”

Yuri trembles under Rieze’s icy glare, but Beatrice cuts in.

Seizing the chance, Yuri forces a serious face with all his might.

Right, they’re in battle now…!

Excuses for cheating can wait!

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“That’s right! I want you to purify them with your holy magic, Beatrice.”

“Understood. But with that number… we’ll need a sacrament only the Hero and Saintess can use.”

“Sacrament?”

“Yes. A sacrament of Goddess Mutras that neither the Saintess nor Hero can use alone…! That’s why you brought me here, right, Yuusha-sama?”

“Uh, yeah! Totally! That was the plan all along!”

In truth, Yuri was winging it, hoping to figure something out.

He desperately feigns knowledge to dodge suspicion, but Rieze’s eyes only narrow further.

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“As expected…! Yuusha-sama, I’m so happy! Words can’t express it…! This must be Mutras-sama’s guidance!”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Let’s begin the sacrament of our love-bound bond…!”

Yuri’s hands are gripped tightly.

Their distance closes, reaching zero.

Her platinum blonde hair sways softly.

Her face, youthful yet ethereally beautiful, draws closer slowly, surely.

Her luscious lips meet Yuri’s in a gentle touch.

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“N, chuu, nn…!”

“Eh!? Fuu, nnn—!”

A kiss to activate magic—how romantic!

Or so Yuri thought, until the Saintess-sama’s tongue invades his mouth without mercy.

Shifting to a chupachupa deep kiss instantly, even the Hero’s eyes go wide in shock.

She clings tightly, her I-cup holy breasts pressing mugyuu against his chest.

The sudden escalation leaves the spectators dumbfounded.

“What, what, what, what’s this…!? T-This girl, isn’t she a saintess!?”

“…I-In public… She’s so bold…!”

“Wow, their tongues are tangled so intensely… Oh? Everyone, something’s activating!”

Powawan, powawan ♡

Centered on the two, pink heart-shaped effects swirl wildly.

Holy (or so it seems) magic floods the space, recharging the depleted obelisks with new power.

Agamemnon, witnessing this overhead, looks ready to puke sugar.

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“Ughhh…! W-What a nuisance of a spell…! Honestly, spare me…!”

“Nuoo! Stop it, some gross magic’s flying over! A new curse, is it!?”

“Ugh, yarichin germs! This is hands-down the worst spell ever!”

The holy love-love magic is wildly unpopular with the Troublemakers.

And the poor wraiths targeted by it…

“Guo, guooo…!”

“Gaha, gubo, gugugugegege!”

They react like they’re choking on poison gas.

To onlookers, it’s less “purification” and more “inhumane attack.”

“Stop—! W-We should at least have the right to choose how we vanish…! T-This, this way is too cruel…!”

“…For once, I agree. This is too much.”

“How horrific… Even as enemies, I pity them…”

The Wraith Sovereign writhes, crying out.

Eremia hurriedly recalls her army and retreats from the scene.

Lucius soars high above, gazing down with pity at the gruesome spectacle.

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“This…! It’s super effective! Well, visuals aside, it’s an amazing spell!”

“…I’m not okay with this, but it rivals ancient sacraments… Really not okay with it…!”

“Look! The obelisks!”

“The obelisks… They’re glowing…!”

Even if flawed, it’s a team-up of the greatest Hero and the Saintess “most adept at loving.”

The obelisks regain their ancient power… but, tainted by Yuri’s influence, they glow differently.

Pinkapinkapinka, a pink shine harsh on the eyes.

Some might think, “Looks like a love hotel neon.”

None other than Yuri himself thinks so.

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“Puhah…! B-Beatrice! The obelisks are glowing in a bad way…!?”

Yuri, finally pulling his lips away with a chupon, hurriedly speaks.

“Fwa…? Ufufu, Yuusha-sama, our love is sparkling…!”

Saintess-sama’s eyes are melted, brimming with heart marks.

Exuding a feminine aura, her sultry face lures him, clinging again.

This is bad.

“More, let’s love more!”

“Eh, wait, uha!”

Another tongue-twisting makeout begins.

Unsatisfied, she sways her hips seductively, rubbing against Yuri’s lower half.

Through clothes, his sturdy erection clashes with her soaked core, grinding, fueling their passion.

The softness of her lips.

The sweet scent of a girl enveloping him.

Her soft yet firm breasts pressed against him.

As the Hero of Salvation, he’s endured onslaughts, but this is his limit.

His hands reach for her fertile hips, embracing her irresistible body, surrendering to pleasure.

As they do, the pink glow intensifies, and wraiths are purified one by one.

The Wraith Sovereign is no exception.

“Guooo! No, not this purification…! At least use proper holy magic…!”

Enveloped in dancing heart marks, the Wraith Sovereign ascends, screaming.

The Troublemakers watch, pained.

Great power comes with great danger.

A terrifying lesson from this battle.