The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

1 – Hero party (1)

The shadows cast by the afternoon sun are deep. We sat facing each other at the bar counter against the backlight, our eyes heating up. Fooled by the false sugar coating, the woman asked an expectant question as her cup-cleaning hands trembled.

“So, what do you do, customer?”

I proudly told a story that wasn’t a lie.

“So, I play a very important role in the hero’s party. You can say no without me.”

“oh! How… … .”

The envious eyes and chubby chest. Gorgeous thighs and narrow waist. The widow who had lost her husband looked at me with wet eyes and was breathing hotly. I nodded and bluffed even more.

“To be specific, you can say that you are in charge of finances within the party. It’s the brain, for example. brains.”

“cool. I thought you were a brawler, but you’re an intelligent person… … .”

In a way, it could be seen that a playboy and a salesman belonged to the same occupation. If merchants inflate the performance of goods and sell people their dreams, I’m just selling women a little fantasy.

This woman, who lost her husband in the Demon War and runs an inn alone, has been tired of loneliness and rudeness for a long time. As a member of the warrior’s party, it could be said that it was my duty and right to comfort such a woman.

Isn’t it a very natural thing for lonely and abandoned people to flesh out in the first place? I hold out my hand with a smirk, and the widow naturally extends her hand while shaking her head as if saying no.

Just like that, the moment our hands are about to touch.

“Uncle porter! Here it is. Come out quickly!”

A woman with bobbed orange hair slammed through the door. I erased my relaxed expression and bowed right in front of the woman.

“Oh, my gosh! Lena! uh, what’s going on?”

“The Demon King’s army appeared near the border, so we want to move quickly too.”

“Are you a porter?”

An absurd light shines on the widow’s face. Without being able to make any excuses for the widow, I walked out of the tavern led by the woman. I said scratching my head.

“Lena. Can’t we have a little more? Because it will be over soon. Give me five minutes. Five minutes.”

“If it’s 5 minutes, I can’t because I feel sorry for that lady.”

Lena clicked her tongue as she said that. A sudden call-up order is not welcome in any unit. Even she, who had been organized in her own way, was reluctant to start this way.

“By the way, are you leaving right away? Where are you going this time?”

“The warrior will know. Since we had to leave, I was only told to gather people. Ah, I wanted to take a break this time.”

Lena said that and stretched. The vivid spider tattoo on her neck wriggled like it was alive. Lena rubbed her neck, yawned, and told me.

“Let’s start with the church. Ashria will be there too.”

“Ah yes. All right.”

The image of the widow from a moment before kept flickering in front of my eyes. If it hadn’t been for the dispatch order, I would have been able to spend a hot night tonight, and I would have been able to soothe my loneliness in bed with a sip of a cigarette. Did my expression make her feel a sense of loss as well? Lena patted me on the shoulder and said.

“Don’t be so downcast, mister. If you go to the next town, there will be a widowed lady who is even better than that one. Her breasts are twice as big, her butt is twice as big. He’s as big as you, too.”

“Isn’t that a monster?”

“is it?”

Lena giggled. It didn’t seem like he was seriously trying to encourage me. While she smiled and turned her gaze to me, a man with a hat pulled down was walking towards us. After taking one look at me and Lena, I bumped into Lena’s shoulders and said,

“Oops, I’m sorry.”

And they ran toward the alley faster than they had been walking towards us.

I looked at Lena and asked.

“Shall we follow him?”

“no. My wallet is here.”

Lena smiled and held up her wallet. I told her

“As expected, he is the first-class thief of the Black Society. You retrieved my wallet again without me noticing.”

“I brought my fingers too.”

While saying that, Lena twirled the dagger with one hand. The dagger had a ring on it, so it was easy to turn with your fingers, and the blade was so sharp that it could cut through grass insects that passed by. She turned the dagger to make the sound of the wind, then kicked it around her waist again, revealing her blunt knuckles.

“…wow.”

One Two Three Four Five. All five fingers were cut off to look like sausages.

“Quaaa!”

A pickpocket who belatedly realized the problem with his finger in a far alley screamed. Lena giggled and scattered her fingers on the floor. The begging dog, wagging its tail, picked up his fingers as if waiting.

“Isn’t that too much?”

“What is too much? I should have died if I touched this tattoo, but I saved it.”

Pointing to the vivid spider tattoo, Lena laughed again. The black spider tattoo had the meaning of warning not to touch oneself. As Lena approached the church, she roughly wiped the blood off her palms.

“Ahh… ! Now, I was wrong… ! sorry… !”

Perhaps it was because the church was nearby, and the more I walked, the more I heard voices of repentance. Lena laughed at the sound of a prayer that seemed to be begging for help.

“As expected, hearing the sound of repentance makes you feel at ease? Is this called catharsis in jargon?”

“I will. Is it tartar sauce or something?”

“What, is that right?”

Lena laughed loudly. I didn’t know if it was a Qatar race or not. It was because there was no need for such difficult sentences to have a deep relationship with the widow. What I need now is to go to the next destination as soon as possible and find the widow of that village.

That was all.

puck! puck! puck!

“ah… ! Ahh… ! That, please stop… ! Please… ! Sobbing… ! It hurts so much… … !”

However, when we got close to the church, what greeted us was not the beautiful prayers of the pastor and nun, but the heavy blow of flesh falling away. The punch, which seemed to have a clear intention of killing the opponent one by one, was echoing through the walls because it could not crush the body.

“Oh, over there. Ashria!”

We were able to confirm the identity of this noise in the church alley. There was a nun who was grabbing a man by the collar and making his face bloody. A tight-fitting nun’s uniform and bloody knuckles on her hands. And her long black hair was telling her identity.

Ashuria. She was the woman who served as the priest in our warriors’ party. She was an impressive woman with straight black hair and black eyes. She said that she was not a nun, but she was specially dispatched by the church for this Hero party.

“Lena. what’s going on?”

She asked Lena back as she wiped the blood off her hands. Lena spoke without showing any interest in the man who had collapsed in front of her.

“I’m leaving now, so pack up and take a long time.”

“It’s a pity that you haven’t been to the village for a while.”

Ashuria said that and took off her knuckles. The sight of blood and flesh dripping down the floor made it seem as if you had entered a slaughterhouse. I asked.

“Sister. But, why did you make people this way?”

“I had no choice but to preach because I was making fun of the nuns in the church.”

“Ugh… … ! Uh, call a doctor… ! It hurts so much… ! cold… !”

Judging by the slight smell of alcohol, it must have been a punishment after drinking alcohol and entering the church. I said to Ashuria.

“Well, isn’t that too harsh a punishment?”

“It is a law that cannot easily pass over the case of harassing a servant of God. How can I forgive you? I offered to forgive sins with a donation of 1 silver, but the believers did not listen to me.”

“ah… ! Ahh… … !”

The man trembled as he wept. Ashuria tilted her head and looked at the man’s condition before telling me.

“I said 1 silver, but they gave me 5 coppers. So I warned them that they would dig into their pockets and hit them one for every cooper when the money came out.”

100 coppers must be collected to become 1 silver. Ashria held up her bloody wallet and said.

“The wallet contained 2 silver. It is a pity.”

Ashria stretched out her hand and beamed light into the man’s body. The man’s face healed a little in the light, and the blood that flowed from his face stopped. Ashuria wiped her hands and said.

“You must have the stamina to go to the doctor. Go and reflect on your sins.”

“Ah, aaa!”

The man ran away without saying thank you to Ashuria. Ashuria’s face was distorted, but Lena wrapped her arms around Ashuria’s neck and said.

“Now, let’s go quickly to meet the hero, shall we? yes?”

Ashuria nodded at the words of a warrior and turned around. I took Ashuria’s luggage, put it in my luggage bag, and followed the two of them with the slightly oversized bag.

“Where is the warrior?”

“I heard you were waiting outside the village. Millet will also be in the forest, so maybe the two of you met first?”

“Aren’t you over there?”

In the direction I pointed to, there was a still-living deer rolling on the ground caught in a trap, and next to it was a hero. And a small elf, about as tall as the hero’s chest, was looking at the deer while whimpering.

“Miss Millet and the hero.”

A warrior with blonde hair and blue eyes smiled brightly at us and waved. Lena waved her hand at him as if nothing had happened and ran away, while Ashuria handed me the purse she had just torn off and said,

“Except the money, put your wallet where it belongs.”

“Ah yes.”

Lena gave a high-five with the hero and smiled brightly.

“Warrior! what were you doing?”

“You guys have been waiting.”

The warrior said so in a soft voice. As expected, it was nice to see young people like that stick together.

“Huh… ! suck… . Hee… … !”

But at the moment of the happy reunion, the elf was crying. A young elf with light blond hair and short stature watched the struggling deer wiping away tears. Lena looked away and said.

“millet. Why are you crying so much?”

“Sah, I feel sorry for the deer… … !”

Lena thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Ah, is it pitiful that the deer is caught and eaten by us like this? But don’t worry… … .”

hooked!

Before Lena could finish her words, Millet took out a dagger from her belt and plunged it into the deer’s neck. The struggling deer’s eyes lost focus and its limbs drooped. Millet said while still crying.

“Sigh…! black… ! I’ll end the pain… ! Poor… … !”

Saying that, Miele took out an iron bowl and set it on the floor. Then, he opened the wound on the deer’s neck to collect the blood and wiped away the tears. It poured like a flowing stream, and before I knew it, the bucket was full of blood.

“Sigh… . Whoa… ! Blood, who will eat blood? It’s good for your health… … .”

“…I-I’m done.”

Lena shook her head with an awkward expression. I asked Ashuria.

“Are all elves like that?”

“…I’ve heard that elves are cold-hearted madmen with no sensitivity.”

“But Mr. Millet is quite emotional.”

Ashria just shrugged. As we chatted, Miele was peeling and folding the deerskin, cutting the edible parts into small pieces and wrapping them separately. The sight of a bloody face and hand crafting and calling a deer was quite heterogeneous.

“Black… ! Deer, we’ll enjoy it… … !”

After Millet’s words ended, there was silence. At this moment when they looked at each other, not knowing how to respond, Lena smiled and copied Millet’s words.

“I’ll eat well, deer-.”

The nun and the warrior followed suit and spoke.

“Now, I’ll eat well, deer.”

“thank you for this food. deer.”

And everyone’s eyes were on me. I hesitated and took a step back, then managed to get myself into position and bowed my head to the venison.

“Oops, yes. Deer, I’ll eat well.”

“hehehehe… … .”

Millet then nodded with a satisfied face and gave me all the wrapped meat and skins. I packed up my luggage and got up, and Millet took a bow and stood with me at the rear.

The hero touched the hilt and told us.

“Then shall we depart?”

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