“Wait let me get this straight. You want me to get the Honig from that big thing? And the said Honig is inside its ‘mouth’? Are you serious? I ain’t doing that.”

The Hero then pointed towards the Screechpitcher as he started to continuously complain about the task he was given.

“Don’t be dramatic, I have something prepared for this very situation.”

“No no, before you even get to do that I would already be eaten by that thing.”

“You’ll be fine, it doesn’t eat through the ‘mouth’ but through the roots, see those vines? They impale you and feed you to the roots underground.”

“That doesn’t sound fine at all…”

“This will be considered as your second lesson but…We better hurry before the beings that are attracted to the Honig comes.”

“….What kind of beings to be exact?”

“Let us just say that they are able to use magic.”

“…Ugh…” Maybe remembering his time with the Shroomboars the Hero unknowingly felt a chill rushing through his spine.

“Start running towards the Screechpitcher and whatever you do don’t breathe, I’ll guide you.”

“…Huh??? Hey waiittt!!”

The Hero then felt a blast of air from his back as the Guide launched him towards the Screechpitcher using [Wind] magic.

After plunging head first onto the ground several times due to the impact, he finally managed to steady his footing and thus started to run towards the Screechpitcher with all his might.

As he did, various sharp vines blocked his path ready to impale him at any moment.

With the Screechpitcher’s vines in front of the Hero a glowing space beside his sight could be seen.

[“I’ll guide you.”]

Remembering the Guide’s words the Hero unknowingly smirked as he stepped onto the glowing space, due to which avoided being impaled by the fearsome vines.

Once again, the Hero ran towards the Screechpitcher keeping his sword in its scabbard as he followed the Guide’s markings.

The various glowing markings appeared on the plains as the Hero used it to dodge the Screechpitcher’s vines.

But then, one marking on the space turned red.

It just so happens to be the one he landed on, too.

But before the Hero could even blink, tons of vines surrounded his path ready to impale him at any moment.

No other paths seemed to be visible as the Guide wasn’t deploying anymore glowing spaces within the area.

Despite that, a small smirk escaped the Hero’s mouth.

It was as if something interesting caught his eye.

Holding the sword’s handle, the Hero took stance as he never looked away from that one spot he was staring at.

As he was about to unsheathe his sword however, a loud yell snapped him out of his focus.

“Hero! Hold your breath!!”

The Guide yelled at the top of his lungs as a bottle of mysterious liquid then splattered onto the vines, a faint smell reminiscent of grapes then entered the Hero’s nose.

‘Wine…?’

“Now! Hero!”

“…Thanks!”

Cutting away the drunken vines, the Hero immediately rushed towards the Screechpitcher’s ‘Mouth’.

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This time he was holding 3 empty glass bottles in his hand instead of a sword’s handle.

And after much trouble, the Hero finally secured 3 bottles of Honig.

“guide~~ guide~~ what was that thing you threw earlier???”

Becoming noticeably unhinged as he successfully finished a lesson, the Hero once again circled the Guide as he annoyingly asked his questions.

Irritation soon showed on the Guide’s face as he took the bottles of Honig from the annoyingly childish Hero.

But soon, the Guide’s irritation turned into a shocked horror as if he saw something terrifying behind the Hero.

Curious, the Hero turned to look behind himself only to see a large familiar creature that people often feared in his world.

Hovering over a few miles from where they were was a creature that had noticeably hairy legs, large wings and its signature weapon: a stinger.

“Umm guide… is that… a wasp…?”

But no answer came as the Guide hurriedly ran back to the camp.

“guide!! Wahhh its chasing meeeeeee!!!”

“Wait a moment! Let me pack up the camp first.”

“Is that even important right now?!?!?”

“Yes”

“AHHH it's trying to poke me with its stingerrr!”

The Onionwasptrel menacingly chased after the Hero pointing its stinger at the latter as it seemingly left behind dust similar to the taste of onions.

“Just continue dodging then!” The Guide, now finished packing up the camp was now busy looking for something within his huge luggage.

“Noooo I cant anymoreeee” The Hero now incredibly tired began to noticeably slow down as the Onionwasptrel closed in, aiming its fearsome stinger towards the Hero's neck.

“...! Hero! Shut up and hold your breath.” Finally founding the thing he was looking for, the Guide immediately turned to the Hero and gave his instructions.

“Huh…?” Confused by the Guide's sudden shouts the Hero had no choice but to quickly comply and held his breath.

Seeing that the Hero did what he ordered, the Guide then took stance and once again threw the mysterious liquid.

However... this time, he missed the target.

“Why did you miss!?”

“…”

“Actually! Can you even see the target if your eyes are closed!?”

“That’s rude, I just have naturally thin eyes!”

“Then aim properlyyy its gonna poke me with those stingers I swear Wahhh!!”

But rather than the stinger hitting him, the Hero was faced with an even greater threat from the Onionwasptrel as it began to use [Earth] magic thus causing the ground to shake unstably.

Rumble

"AHHHHH!!" Holding his hands above his head the Hero could only run from the Onionwasptrel as the Guide tried to aim several times at the annoying thing.

After several trials of doing so, the Onionwasptrel was finally hit by the mysterious liquid.

“…I’m all out of Essence oils…. They were expensive too….” Helpless, the Guide could only kneel on the grass plains and complain about his numerous failures in hitting the Onionwasptrel.

“…Huff…haa… Es-.. Essence oils?... ugh… I’m out of breath…”

“Those liquids I threw at the Onionwasptrel…They are called Essence oils…Beings like the Screechpitchers or Onionwasptrels can detect magic so it’s an alternative to use in encounters like that.”

“Ohh~~ the guide isn’t asking for this share of information to be a request this time?”

“….I am too tired to even argue with you right now, so please shut up for a bit Hero…”

“Ok ok I’m also tired so let me rest for a bit.”

“No it would be best for us to return to town, various disappearances have happened around these parts.”

“So?”

“This… childish Hero… What I mean is many children had disappeared in this particular part of the forest.”

“Ohhhh~ you mean there has to be a reason for their disappearances? Did I get that right?”

“Yes and who knows… as childish as the Hero is… you might be their next target.”

“Hey!”

Rumble… Crack

The Guide noticing something was strange looked beneath their standings and realized the situation they were in right now.

“….Hero… whatever you do, don’t move…”

“Huh why?...! AHHHHH!!!”

Crack

“Because the ground would cave innnnn”

The duo then fell as the ground caved in.

It seems they accidentally discovered a ‘mound’ as the opening where they fell then closed like a gate.

--Trivia--

The Screechpitchers co-exists with the Onionwasptrels. Being, the Screechpitcher acts as some sort of food storage for the Onionwasptrel while the latter serves as repellant for unwanted 'nutrients'.

Screechpitchers like getting their 'nutrients' mostly from creatures using [Water] and [Wind] magic, with the ones using [Wind] magic their utmost favorite treat.

Apparently beings that use [Wind] magic like to eat the Honig but the Honig in turn poisons them as it is a concentration of various Elemental Magicules from various types of creatures.

Basically the concentration of the nutrients taken from those dead bodies are too strong for creatures that use [Wind] magic as they are rather sensitive to Elemental Magicules.

Thus making them easy food for the Screechpitchers.

--Bonus Trivia--

The counterpart to the Onionwasptrels that drops onion flavored dusts from their wings are called Warbeez, these giant bees feed on corpses so their Honig tastes rather.... stale to downright spoiled.

The Essence oil that the Guide used in this episode can only make the creatures fall fast asleep or be in a state that is akin to being drunk.