The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

24 – Reservoir Vipers (5)

“There isn’t that much information about Damon. This is because he is the type of general who only commands from the rear and uses his officers to fight. According to the stories I hear, he looks good and is very popular with female demons.”

Arriving at the barracks, we went into a meeting before taking a break. I felt the need to organize information about the person named Damon, and because Commander Randolph said he needed some advice.

Judging from the fact that the frontlines were full of female officers, Damon, who was clearly the highest commanding officer in charge of the front lines, seemed to be playing house by placing his own women on each frontline.

“Is that why you made the army full of your own women?”

Everyone nodded at Lena’s story. It felt unreasonable, but judging from the contents of the letters that have been published so far, Damon was a reveler who couldn’t be bothered with women. Or is it a terrifying demon tribe that even this appearance was created through advanced image-making?

“It is unlikely that this is a deception. All the demons who came out so far seemed to really like Damon, and they sent me meaningless letters telling me that they love Damon as well.”

Hearing the hero’s words, Randolph nodded. He pointed to the map and said.

“Thanks to our victory in this battle, we have a victory on the front. Looking at the news of successive victories coming in from other fronts, it must be said that the morale of Damon’s troops is actually hitting rock bottom. In this situation, to scatter women and play house is a pitiful bastard.”

There was no one to dispute the word pathetic guy.

The emotion that crossed my face at the same time as Randolph’s contempt was anger at Damon. It was because the fact that a demonic general who slaughtered humans and ate the land was more pathetic and incompetent than anyone else felt like an insult to the empire I lived in.

The fact that the country was destroyed by demons led by a general like that.

That fact made my heart beat like crazy.

The war situation that Randolph showed was more advantageous than expected. In addition to the fronts we had hit, victory bells were sounding in succession on various fronts, and it seemed that some fronts had already advanced to the Empire’s territory and expanded supply routes.

“At this rate, I guess I can just push and catch Damon.”

“That’s easier said than done. Because defeats continue on the upper front. Look here.”

Randolph shook his head and pointed to a red x mark.

The hero distorted his face while examining where the x mark was.

“This unit was winning victories just a few days ago, but it suddenly retreated.”

“Because the commander was assassinated. It’s because they’re hiring skilled assassins.”

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No reports of defeat came from the defeated allies. There were only reports that the unit was pushed back due to the assassination of the commander or the terrorism of an important facility. In one of these units, there was a case where the unit itself was wiped out due to the sudden death of the commander while repeatedly victorious.

“As long as this assassin runs around. We cannot actively operate troops. Because a commander is essential to maintaining the front line. They said that even if there was a gap in the defense, they would squeeze in and cut the head of the commander. A warning has already come in from the top, and the commanders are preparing in their own way, but these guys are vicious and cruel, so we can’t deal with it properly. warrior. What can you do?”

The warrior didn’t say anything. The hero touched his face and suddenly looked at Lena. At first, she was talkative, but at some point she kept her mouth shut and put on a serious expression. Both Ashuria and Millet blinked in surprise at the mysterious atmosphere, and Randolph blinked and asked the hero again.

“Hero?”

Lena nodded to the hero. The spider tattoo on her neck seemed to glow unusually black. The hero exhaled and opened his mouth.

“Assassins are a black society.”

Randolph blinked wide. Both Ashuria and Millet turned their heads in surprise. Lena rolled her eyes as if she knew this would happen and looked at the ceiling. I nodded and sat in silence.

“If it’s the Black Society, is that the assassination group I know about? Those who are notorious for their cruel personalities and kill anyone they request.”

“that’s right. Some of the Black Society, which were not involved in the war, have recently been persuaded by the demons and entered the camp of the demons. The whereabouts of those who did not cross over remain unknown. We have already informed the superiors of this fact.”

black society.

It is a secret assassination organization with a very long history. As long as he gave money, no matter who the target was, he would always succeed in the request, and he was famous for killing anyone who aimed a knife at him. Lena was also a member of the black society, and the black spider tattoo on her neck was a proof of her belonging.

As Lena listened to the hero’s explanation, she put on a depressed and annoyed expression. Randolph glanced at the tattoo on Lena’s neck, but made no comments about Lena.

said Lena.

“One of the Black Society people was openly trying to placate me. Because they don’t want to kill me, they told me to come under the demons like they did. They said that assassins would spread to other fronts besides this area, and that they would conduct operations even in the capital of the kingdom. That’s why I said that it’s only a matter of time before the demons win.”

“It’s not a country that’s powerless enough to collapse under a few assassins. It is just a bluff.”

The hero reacted a little sharply to Lena’s words. Lena also nodded and let it go, as if she wasn’t taken aback by those words or intimidated by them.

As soon as Lena finished talking, she looked at us and then shut her mouth again.

At that time, I remembered the figure of the giant talking with Lena. A man with a toad tattoo was making threatening remarks to Lena, and Lena refused the man’s offer, ready to fight. The information Lena heard must have been the story she heard then.

Lena laughed at my question, saying it was nothing, and told this betrayal only to the hero who must know the truth.

I could vaguely understand why the hero didn’t share this important information with us.

The warrior looked at the map and said.

“Looking at the location on the map, this is the next frontline the assassins will pass through.”

There was a place where the two camps met with a winding river in between. However, this camp, which seemed flat on the outside, was a fortress that climbed a steep rocky mountain, so the demons could not easily approach it. The warrior continued.

“But even if the commander dies, we won’t be able to easily capture this fortress. Even in the position of assassins, it is not a good way to attack this fortress, where surveillance is tight and there is no good place to escape.”

The warrior’s hand went down again. After passing the rocky mountain and going all the way down, the Edels electric wire, where we are now, touched our fingers. The camp and the Edels frontline already marked in red.

The two camps had the fort exactly in the middle.

“If it were me, I’d rather use a strategy to break down the upper and lower fronts, surround the fort, and cut off the supply route. That’s the way to cut down on wasted sacrifices and get the most out of your Assassins. Furthermore, now that Commander Randolph has a chance to defeat the Demon General and expand the front line, they will somehow kill the commander and force the front line to fall back.”

Randolph let out a groan as he hung himself. It was because it was very shocking that the assassination, which he thought was someone else’s work, was aiming for his own neck.

The warrior looked outside the tent. A plain full of reeds that grew waist-high. Because it was a plain, the two units could only decide the outcome by clashing with their mercenary skills.

And since it was a field of reeds full of clutter to hide in, Randolph was in danger. said the warrior.

“The assassins dispatched here won’t try to run into us. tomorrow morning. Let’s change some of our soldiers into the same outfits as ours and send them to other towns. We will change our outfits and wait here until we deal with these assassins.”

Randolph nodded. The hero’s strategy certainly made sense. If Randolph is killed here and the camp is pushed back, the fort in the middle will be surrounded by enemies. No matter how strong a fortress is, it cannot withstand being surrounded by enemies.

It was a formation that neither we nor the enemy could give up.

“I would appreciate it if the warrior would do that. Tomorrow, I plan to reorganize the battle lines and take a good rest, so I hope the hero can take some time off while carrying out his mission.”

Randolph was also unmanned. He cared about the convenience of the warriors first, even in the operation that put his neck on the line. After discussing the details of the operation, we came out of the barracks.

“To think I had to pretend to be a soldier for several days… … . The soldier’s clothes are stuffy, so I don’t like them.”

“Are there any clothes that fit my size?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to change all the clothes separately? one by one.”

The main issue for those of us who came out was the clothing issue. Ashuriana, who usually wore a nun’s uniform, and Millet, who were small, seemed unfamiliar with the fact that they had to wear soldiers’ uniforms. Strangely, the hero was contemplating how to decide where to change clothes.

“Wouldn’t it be better to change clothes in the middle of the barracks because changing clothes separately is too out of shape? The sooner you do this, the better.”

“Anyway, that’s a bit… … . Whoa, maybe someone could peek. So, other people are watching… … .”

“I-I’m over there.”

The moment when the warrior tries to shout. Lena stopped talking. She was particularly quiet today. She said, standing on tiptoe like a girl with a broken water bottle, her usual cool and optimistic appearance is gone.

“That… … . Me, won’t you be mad at me? I only told the hero of very important information. And heh, he’s from the black society. The Black Society betrayed… … .”

I shrugged and smiled. Millet and Ashuria looked at each other, then at Lena. Both of them were laughing.

“I don’t care. Even if Lena is a member of the Black Society, there is no way she would betray us.”

Ashria nodded and said.

“Lena. We know what you were thinking when you kept it a secret from us. It’s because I sometimes worry that others will despise me. Even if you belong to the Black Society, Lena, you are our companion. You try too hard to hide yourself, and you don’t have to care.”

I nodded and said.

“If Lena-nim isn’t there, who will play with me? I guarantee Lena-sama is the best person at this party.”

“Wait, who is the ‘best’?”

Ashuria tackled my words. I said rolling my eyes.

“Did I say that? But first, let’s talk about how to change clothes. The hero told me to change clothes separately… … .”

“Porter. As a priest, shouldn’t I say that I am the nicest? Lena would also admit this, but I’m curious about the meaning of those words. Come over here.”

“oh my! Then I’ll change and come back first!”

“Stand there!”

Ashria is after me. Lena stood behind her with an expression that made it impossible to tell whether she was crying or laughing.

From afar, the hero’s voice was faintly heard.

“Look at that. right? Lena.”