The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

42 – MOOD FOR LOVE (4)

From Benuel’s house, he could see the village scenery in full view. We sat on chairs in the drawing room, sipping fragrant tea and observing the outside. This bleak village was running in its own regular way. For example, I could take the man over there who eats packaged food and throws garbage on the floor.

The guard, who confidently checked the trash rolling on the floor, frowned and shouted at the male elf.

“Hey, if you throw away the trash… … .”

But before he could say anything, two coins flew at the guard’s feet. The guard picked up a coin and spoke to the elf again.

“More than fines?”

“Pick this up too.”

While saying that, the man tossed one more envelope on the table to the floor. The guard frowns as he picks up the two pieces of trash and puts them in the dumpster, but there is no further argument between the two. It was because it was a natural situation for the elves.

If you litter, you pay a fine. So if you pay the fine, you can throw garbage on the floor. So the guard got the fine and took out the garbage, and the male elf paid the fine and got the right to throw out the garbage.

Even though it seemed strange, this society had its own logic.

“Because you came suddenly. I don’t have much to offer.”

Punuel was showing a friendly side that was uncharacteristic of an elf. Saying that, she sat down at our table and began observing again. As if looking at a study subject, she gazed at us for a long time with an intelligent gaze, then nodded and said to Millet.

“millet. How is the warrior’s party?”

“Everyone is nice and nice! Be good to everyone!”

We all smiled at the words that came out of Millet’s mouth. Lena was looking at Millet with a cute, dying expression, and Ashuria out of habit stretched out her hand, but when she couldn’t reach Millet, she crouched down again.

Benuel nodded with a blunt expression and said:

“yes. I see.”

There was not the slightest hint of sweetness in her tone. She looked at us again and asked.

“I’m glad you are doing well. It must have been difficult to match while traveling with the elves. Isn’t it?”

“I never did. Rather, Millet is playing the role of cheering us up and cheering us on. If it wasn’t for Millet, I don’t think we would have been able to create such a harmonious group as we do now.”

Penuel nodded at the hero’s words, then took a sip of tea and asked.

“Do you understand Millet?”

The warrior’s face was slightly embarrassed. Blinking his eyes and looking for something to say for a while, the warrior smiled again and said.

“I understand, I don’t know what you mean. We are already a perfect team.”

Penuel did not respond to the hero. I just asked Miele, who was sitting to the side.

“millet. Does the hero understand you?”

Millet’s answer did not come out as smoothly as usual. Blinking her eyes for a moment, she thought about it, then corrected her expression as if she had never done that before and said this.

“….yes!”

“It is a lie.”

Benuel blinked and declared. The friendly and warm atmosphere froze in an instant. Both Ashuria and Lena were watching the situation. I raised my teacup and looked at the hero. The hero was staring at Penuel with a frown on his face.

said Buel.

“I will go upstairs. I don’t think there’s any reason to talk anymore. You can stay as long as you like, but please don’t make too much noise.”

The hero blinked his eyes because he did not understand the situation a moment ago. Millet couldn’t look into the hero’s eyes and was looking to the side, while Lena and Ashuria were touching their mouths or exhaling while stirring spoons in their teacups.

And while we struggled in silence, Benuel’s door closed. The sound of the door closing sounded like a hammer wielding a judge in a courtroom, hitting us heavily.

Millet said.

“…Do you want to go to bed today? Because my mother said it was fine.”

I had to cut her off and ask questions. Why did you answer like that, and what kind of wall were you really feeling against us? Why did Benuel bring up such a story?

However, there was no smile on her face when she opened her mouth, so no one could refuse.

******

Once upon a time, there was an incident in which a girl shed tears at an elven school.

It wasn’t a big deal in the kingdom or empire, but in the elven school, shedding tears was itself an issue. Elves do not understand human emotions. They have no blood, no tears, and no sympathy for others. He becomes a mediocre existence, lives leisurely for the rest of his life, and then returns to nothing, leaving behind one or two offspring.

that was the elf

For an elf to shed tears was a shocking thing that denied the very definition of an elf.

The beginning of the case was also a trivial story.

Time to study human literature. There was a beautiful princess and a prince, but I studied a tragic story that could not be connected. The teacher singled out the children one by one to read the important part, and had one girl read the tragic climax.

“Well, then… . Princess said… … . me… . don’t leave me… … . Prince… … . I… . I… … . hehehe… . suck… .”

The elf teacher, who assumed it was just a stutter or incorrect pronunciation, was shocked to see tears streaming down the girl’s face. He screamed in bewilderment uncharacteristic of an elf, and the children around him felt strange fear and wariness at her crying.

Benuel closed his eyes and opened them again.

She put a cigarette in her mouth and blew out the smoke. It’s the day I have to submit an important research assignment, but when I get immersed in complicated thoughts, I can’t concentrate. Breathing in and out over and over again, only the thick, spicy smoke filled my chest.

They say the world is full of love, but it didn’t seem to exist in her heart.

“millet.”

Penuel touched the portrait of his daughter on the desk and called her name. Then he smoked again and started to focus on his papers.

*****

It was night.

After Millet’s remark about the bomb, the warrior’s face was blank as if a bomb had exploded. I tried to cheer myself up by the side of such a hero, but despite all my attempts, the hero could not be resurrected. Lena said cautiously, seeing me struggling.

“Leave it alone. mister. In this case, you should leave it alone for a while. Rather cheer up. Being alone helps.”

“It’s complicated.”

“right. you don’t understand me What a scary word.”

Lena smiled and said so. I felt a bit amazing that she could laugh even in this situation. Lena added.

“To be honest, that draws the line. I thought we were the same teammates, but if we draw the line, it hurts so much.”

“Yes.”

I nodded and agreed with her. The hero put his legs together and stroked his hair, then crouched down in the corner hugging the blanket Millet had given him to grow up on. Does the hero seem to be sleeping already? Buñuel didn’t care if we slept here, and moved freely between the first and second floors as if we weren’t there.

And, unable to find anything more to say in this quiet atmosphere, each of us grabbed a blanket and went to bed cautiously.

“good night.”

“Good night, sir.”

“Look at Ashria. Sleep already.”

Lena smiled and pointed at Ashuria. She went to bed early as if she would not intervene in the situation.

“He must have thought that it might be better to take a deep breath and think. When things were complicated, when I gave my opinion, things always didn’t work out. We sleep too. Tomorrow morning, with a clear mind, we will talk about it again.”

“yes. mister.”

Lena nodded, listened to me, then gave me a wink.

“good night.”

And before I could answer, he hid his face under the blanket and turned and fell asleep. Is it first-class that a first-class thief goes to bed? I laughed out loud at her quick, steady breathing, then turned to fall asleep.

“…The porter. ruler?”

And there Millet was squatting. Millet, who had been stabbing me in the face with my knees together in front of me, smiled brightly when I opened my eyes and looked up.

“Aren’t you sleeping yet?”

“…why do you do that?”

“…would you like to take a walk? It’s because I can’t sleep.”

Millet grabbed my hand while saying that. Even if I refused, the way he pulled me by the arm as if he would forcefully drag me away was like watching a child begging to go out to play. I carefully stood up and checked the figure of the hero.

The hero seemed to be really asleep at some point, crouching in the corner, breathing quietly.