The Extra Can't be A Hero-Chapter 159: A Drink For the Weary (1)

While Leon was plagued with constant migraines from managing Eldorin, Amon made his way to Espadavale calmly, unhurriedly. But this serenity wasn't by choice. As Eldorin's High Commander, he led the most active Order in the world's battle against the Demons. He was a Knight who stood at the pinnacle of humanity—and the man bound by oath to confront every Calamity on the horizon. Had Amon truly been free to choose, he would feel a sense of urgency more deeply than anyone else.

But the person in charge of this expedition was none other than his future bride, Yue Elune.

As the world's premier mage in space-time magic, Yue could have easily teleported their group to Espadavale in seconds, and the investigation into the Sword Saint's activities would have begun immediately. But, she chose to travel on train and foot, extending the trip by one week.

There were a few reasons for her decision.

First, Yue wished to explore each town they visited and give some semblance of a show. If the Commander of Eldorin, a nigh-invincible existence in the eyes of the populace, showed care for each town he visited, the approval ratings for the newly formed Order would spike, thereby giving them greater credibility in the fight against the Demon Cult.

Basically, Yue wished to conduct a little public relations.

Secondly, even if they reached Espadavale early, they had no concrete method of finding the Sword Saint in his hidden abode. Many had tried, but no one had even caught a whiff of the Sword Saint's cologne. So, by 'announcing' to the world that Amon was visiting his hometown, perhaps the Sword Saint would willingly open up his barriers and invite them in with open arms.

It may have been wishful thinking on her part, but Yue was willing to try it instead of running around in circles.

And finally… well, Yue wished to spend time with her beloved husband-to-be.

Over the past three years, Amon and Yue's relationship had improved, but it had also plateaued. Their demanding workloads left little room for rest, and neither had the chance to take a proper break. Seeing an opportunity, Yue discreetly added a countryside tour to their itinerary—framing it around the stated benefits but secretly intending it as a much-needed escape for them both.

As for whether it paid off…

The soft light of dawn filtered through the cracks in the wooden shutters, casting golden streaks across the hotel's stone walls. Birds chirped outside, their songs blending with the gentle rustle of leaves swaying in the morning breeze. The air was cool and still, holding the quiet of early day.

Amon stirred beneath the thick wool blankets, his body aching slightly from the lengthy train ride the day before. As his senses returned, he became aware of a warm weight on his chest and a familiar scent—vanilla and something sweet, like wild honey.

Opening his eyes slowly, Amon found her there—his wife-to-be—curled lazily atop him, her head resting just below his collarbone, her ethereal white hair spinning like silk over his bare shoulder. She looked at him with a playful grin, her fingers drawing lazy circles on his chest.

"You're finally awake… Did you dream of me?"

Yue whispered in a sultry voice as if she were a succubus sent directly from hell to tempt Amon with impure thoughts. Alas, the transmigrator wouldn't fall for her sweet nectar today.

"Yue, get off my chest."

"Oh, come on… We're both tired from yesterday's detour, so why not stay in bed for a while? Work can wait."

"Fine…"

Amon sighed and didn't resist, a scene that wouldn't have happened three years ago. Over the years, Yue's persistence gradually chipped away his iron resolve, giving her a tiny sliver to fill the void in his heart. Amon was now comfortable with Yue's touch and wouldn't bat an eyelid if they slept in each other's embrace.

Although he hadn't fallen for Yue yet, one could argue that it was only a matter of time.

"We're reaching Espadavale tomorrow. Do you have any leads on the Sword Saint's whereabouts?"

Even though they were having a pseudo break, Amon still focused on the prize. He was confident that the Sword Saint was in Espadavale, but as for his exact location… that was the million-dollar question.

"Not yet, but I know the Demon Cult has yet to find him," Yue spoke confidently as she continued drawing circles on Amon's chest. "Once they heard that we were arriving, their activities spiked. More cultists were spotted without hiding their identities… They're getting desperate."

Usually, Amon and Yue would rely on Bane and the operatives of Echelon to deliver news about the Demon Cult. But even without their intelligence, Yue could hear whispers of the Demon Cult's activities, showcasing their panic.

"As for where he may be… I will need to visit Espadavale to see if there are any fluctuations in the fabric of space. It seems like even though the Sword Saint is primarily a swordsman, he's exceptionally skilled in spatial magic." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Understood."

After eleven years by Yue's side, Amon had learned to trust every word she spoke—especially when it came to magic. She was the expert, sharp and sure in her knowledge, while he remained hopelessly out of his depth, a self-proclaimed dunce in all things arcane.

As for things that were in his depth…

"Even though we've been cutting down cultists by the hundreds, a thousand more emerges. And the number of Demon appearances is steadily increasing."

"We can only do so much," Yue sighed as she climbed on top of Amon, locking him in a mount position. Three years ago, Amon wouldn't have allowed her to be so brazen, but as time passed, this level of skinship was considered normal for him.

"The Demon Cult knows how to play with people's hearts, and humans are weak to temptation. Greed for money, desire for vengeance, lust to satisfy all of their sexual needs."

As Yue spoke, she rubbed her future husband's chest with a gentle touch, as if trying to emphasise the vices that men desired. Her luscious, pink lips glistened under the morning sun's glow, while her ruby eyes locked onto Amon's face like a hawk that had found its prey.

"The Demon Cult will continue to grow, but we have slowed its progress. However, if they manage to tempt the Sword Saint to their side…"

"He will become humanity's first Calamity."

There was a reason why Amon had abandoned his duty as the Commander and rushed to Espadavale, despite the dangers of the Clay Emperor. The First Calamity that would cripple the Hyades Republic and wipe out ten percent of the continent.

If they could stop the Sword Saint from turning over to the Demon Cult… the First Calamity would be averted.

"What's your decision?"

"Convince him," Amon declared without hesitation. "If he still has some love for humanity, if he's still the Hero that Grandpa Alrock says he was… we might be able to convince him to join us."

"But if he's too far gone?"

"Then… I'll kill him."

Amon's voice turned cold. Even though his eyes were still shining in a bright golden hue, warmth was absent in their depths. From the beginning, Amon was willing to risk his life for the planet's future, and if it meant going up against the strongest human alive, so be it.

"Good, at least you're prepared."

Yue lightly brushed her fingers down Amon's thick, manly chest, only to admire the view from above.

Amon's physique was the kind sculptors dreamed of but could never quite capture—too real, too raw, too earned.

Amon's chest was broad and robust, built not in a gym but through years of blood and sweat. Thick pectoral muscles framed a sternum marked with distinct marbled skin. His abdomen was carved with defined lines, not the exaggerated six-pack of vanity, but the kind of lean, functional strength honed through survival. Each muscle tensed subtly with every breath, tight beneath skin that bore the golden warmth of sun exposure and the occasional jagged mark of battle.

His shoulders were massive, rounded like boulders, and flowed into arms corded with sinew and power. Veins snaked across his forearms, raised slightly beneath his skin, like rivers over stone. His hands—large, calloused, and scarred—spoke of a man who had tirelessly swung his sword, even when no one was looking.

Whenever people spoke of the Fantasy Couple, they never failed to single out Yue's beauty. They'd shake their heads in playful envy, declaring Amon the luckiest man alive for winning the heart of a woman who looked like a goddess carved from moonlight.

But Yue thought otherwise.

Just by pure appearance, Amon was by far the better catch.

Every inch of his body was maddeningly perfect, and it drove Yue up the wall. It took every ounce of restraint not to tear off Amon's clothes and claim him like the shameless, hungry woman she was. And when she caught other women eyeing him with that same hunger—those lingering, covetous stares—it was enough to make her blood boil. She wanted to mark him, to let the world know loud and clear: he's mine.

Unknowingly, one of her hands slipped down Amon's sculpted waist and slithered like a snake down to his leg. Of course, Yue wasn't interested in those burly thighs, but the package slightly above them.

And just as she was lost in her impure thoughts…

"Amon! How long are you going to sleep?! We're going to be late for the train!"

Arya slammed open the door, evidently annoyed by her brother's tardiness. However, as one foot entered the room, the lovable sister froze.

Amon lay comfortably on the bed while Yue straddled his hips, perched squarely on top of him. To make matters worse, a thick blanket was draped over them, hiding the details of their position and making it far too easy for any outsider to jump to the wrong conclusion—even though both were fully dressed.

Realising that she had come in at the wrong time, Arya immediately bowed down and apologised:

"Please continue, don't mind me."

Hurriedly reaching for the doorknob, she locked eyes with Yue and gave her a proud thumbs up.

"If possible, I would like a niece instead of a nephew."

"I'll see what I can do!"

Yue instantly played along with Arya's misunderstanding and puffed her chest out with pride when Arya locked the door behind her. Giving Arya additional allowance had finally paid off, and just as she was about to return to what she was doing, Amon glanced at her impassionately and growled:

"Get off me."

"Oh, come on! Just a quickie! I heard men get hard every morning, so let me take care of that for you! Just close your eyes, and it will be over soon."

"Get out."

It took two minutes of back and forth before Amon was finally out of bed and ready to get dressed for the morning ahead. On the other hand, Yue would be pouting for the rest of their journey to Espadavale.