The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

41 – MOOD FOR LOVE (3)

Every night, the mountain steals our beds with a dark energy, and only after the sun rises in the middle of the sky, hastily grabs shade and runs away. After a sound sleep in the arms of the frosty wind and dew all night, we woke up feeling refreshed.

The thick trees that prevent drafts and the warm blankets that block the night energy made people feel kind and warm no matter where they went in the world.

“Did you sleep well? mister?”

A simple salad and vegetable soup for breakfast with 30% discount. And it was a sandwich made with birds caught by the mountain keeper. Every time I chewed the bread, the sound of the gravy popping and the slightly bitter taste coming up was excellent. I picked up a sandwich and said to the warrior.

“Yes. warrior. Did you sleep well? The night wind was cold.”

“It was okay because the blanket was warm.”

The stress that had accumulated over the past day from suffering from the elves seemed to melt away as I looked at the trees glistening with dew and the ridge full of blue colors beyond the mist. said the warrior.

“I was supposed to meet Milene’s parents today.”

“you’re right. They say you are a highly educated professor, but I wonder what kind of person you are. Isn’t he the same bright and fun person as Millet?”

The warrior shook his head and said.

“Academy professors are all famous for their eccentric personalities. There were many students who gave nicknames like witches and goblins. When I think of that, I feel sorry for Millet, but honestly, I am a little afraid.”

The hero looked at the ceiling with a sagging expression while eating bread. I smiled slightly as I looked at the hero’s profound and vague expression.

“Do you miss the academy?”

“Yes?”

The warrior looked at me blinking and said urgently with his face dyed red.

“Ahhh! that, so! This is a story I’ve heard! heard stories! After I received the mission of being a hero, I went to the academy for a brief training session. It’s real!”

I nodded because this seemed real.

“What, why are you making such a fuss in the morning? warrior. Did the old man say something strange?”

“Oh, no.”

The hero hurriedly shook his head and hesitated. Lena tilted her head, sat down between me and the hero, and picked up a sandwich. she said, looking at the whole bird in the sandwich.

“what. You just put the bird inside?”

“It was a deal that trimmed the internal organs and bones and saved only the appearance. delicious.”

Seeing that the hero chewed it without hesitation, Lena took a bite of the sandwich in the same way. I heard the familiar flavor and succulent bursting sound, and Lena nodded her head with her eyes wide open.

“Well. this is delicious! It would be best to eat it with alcohol. mister! Do you sell alcohol here too?”

“Alcohol is not discounted.”

“…I’m going crazy, really.”

We giggled at the idea of people being very strict about discounts.

*****

“I’m here!”

Millet appeared at the door with a lively voice. She was waiting for us to wake up, smiling brightly like an alarm clock in the morning. After the meal, we greeted our colleagues who came at the right time with bright greetings.

Ashria, who had just finished eating, also greeted Miele while wiping her lips with a napkin. Miele saw us all gathered together and stamped her feet.

“Hey. My mom wants to meet me. Can you come now? We were supposed to meet together!”

I had made that promise, and I was going to meet him anyway. The hero looked back at us once and nodded.

“of course. Then shall we leave right now?”

Millet shouted with her eyes sparkling.

“yes!”

******

Millet’s house had a shape that fits well with the word that it is like a work of art. The entire house had its back to the sunlight, giving off a gloomy atmosphere, and the walls were unfinished and unpainted, as if the skins of people with skin diseases had been pasted over.

The red color of the roof was rather adding to the gloomy and eerie atmosphere of the building. The hero was already frowning and nervous, and Lena asked Millet.

“Hey. millet. Who started designing the buildings here? They are all similarly strange.”

“yes? building design? Alas, there are trees that grow thick like this among tree varieties, so I made it by hollowing out the inside. The color of the roof is red because it was treated with chemicals to prevent the spread of parasites.”

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No attention was paid to the design, and this grotesque appearance meant that it was just a product of chance. Looking back after thinking that, I could feel that the entire village, which seemed to imply an eerie and grotesque personality, was transformed into a product of annoyance.

“…I think they are a very efficient group.”

Ashuria searched and searched for something to say and finally spoke. Millet nodded and said.

“right! Super comfortable! It’s easy to move, and it’s nice to wait a few months before building a new building and dig into the tree!”

“But, it looks really good. Can I get one seed too? I think it would be perfect to build a house with it later and use it as a vacation home.”

Millet shook her head at my words. She also made a puzzled expression, looked around and said:

“It’s okay because elves regularly use medicines and cast spells, but they can’t be raised outside because they are a breed that is very weak against plague and insects.”

“That’s sad. It looked nice because I didn’t even have to clean the outer walls.”

“hehehe, the porter would give you one if he lived here. Surprisingly, our town doesn’t say anything about people moving!”

“really?”

Lena looked at Millet with an expression of disbelief. Millet nodded and said.

“yes. It’ll be out in a few days anyway. Are you going out angry that you can’t live? I don’t know why. There is no other town that is so quiet and nice to live in.”

“That’s right. I really don’t know.”

Ashuria nodded in response, but her voice was subtly soulless. I brushed my chin and thought for a while. This town was a good place to live later. If I defeat the Demon King and survive safely, the air will be good and no one will bother me.

“Later, I think living here will be really nice. Can you farm?”

“I have to buy the land separately, but… … . maybe it will! But we are all into hunting, gathering, or research, so we have to go out and do some farming!”

Millet added a detailed explanation of how many times he had seen people moving in. As I listened seriously, Lena asked me.

“What is it, uncle? Are you really going to live here?”

“Looks like it’s not bad. Rice is also delicious. People too… … . Quiet. The air is good.”

“is it? How is the warrior?”

The warrior, who was quietly moving forward, suddenly pointed at himself and shook his shoulders.

“yes? me?”

Millet said with a twinkle in her eyes.

“right. Warrior! Why don’t even the warriors live here after work?”

It seemed a little too much for the noble warrior to live in this terrifying neighborhood. It was because the warrior shook his head and said this.

“Well… . Because I have a place to live. It must be difficult here.”

“Can’t you live here?”

As soon as Miele heard that, her ears drooped and she looked disappointed. Ashuria stroked Millet’s hair, and Lena said.

“Wow, that’s not good, hero.”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that… !”

The hero had a shocked expression on his face as Millet violently expressed his emotions. Glancing at the bewildered hero, Millet took notice, then stuck out her tongue and made a funny expression.

“P.”

“Ahahahaha!”

As usual, the party members were just making fun of the hero. When Lena laughed loudly, she shook her head, and Millet had a bright expression as well. Ashuria kept stroking Millet’s hair, and I stood at the back of the party and kept looking at the warrior whose face was blushing in embarrassment.

“ah! It’s all here! mom!”

And Millet passed by the hero with a bright voice as if she was disappointed. She reached out and grabbed the doorknob, and we looked at the door nervously, as if we hadn’t laughed and chatted before.

Beyond the wide open door stood a woman in a gown, staring at us.

She had a letter in her hand, and as she faced us, she tore it up and threw it into the trash. Millet asked.

“Is it another graduate student letter?”

“I wrote nonsense about wanting to graduate this year. It’s only been six years, but it’s ridiculous to say you’re already graduating.”

Millet’s mother brushed Millet’s hair lightly and then met our eyes. He had a pipe in his mouth, and he was wearing a large white gown, and except for the shadows under his eyes and his glasses, he looked just like Millet.

She greeted us with a thick cloud of gray smoke.

“Nice to meet you. warrior. And… … . companions. I am Millet’s mother and a professor of archeology at the Academy. This is Penuel.”

“Ah yes. hello. Nice to meet you like this.”

The hero greeted awkwardly, and Benuel tilted his head crookedly, looked at us, and then counted numbers in the air.

“Come in and have a cup of tea.”