The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

44 – MOOD FOR LOVE (6)

“Sorry for waking you up. But… … . I have no one to tell this story to except you.”

Saying that, the hero sat down where Millet had been sitting. Feeling that the seat was warm, the warrior got up again, inspected the chair, brushed it off, and sat down again. and told me

“There must have been other people who woke up besides me. Seeing that the chair is warm.”

It seemed unnecessary to say that I had talked with Millet here. I nodded and said this.

“Other people would love to talk about it. Listening to a colleague’s concerns is sometimes burdensome, but other times it’s a little touching and happy. Everyone will be disappointed if you hide it too much.”

The hero listened to me and nodded his head with a bitter expression.

“…But, I am a warrior. I don’t want to make it difficult for other colleagues by revealing my concerns. Everyone is worried about me and takes care of me.”

“Is it because of Millet?”

At my question, the warrior nodded again. The warrior said with a sad face.

“To be honest, I thought I tried… … . It was a little shocking to hear that Miele didn’t seem to understand. I’m too… … . Did you feel a little distant from the elves? because I heard that I was worried that the things I did after meeting Millet might have offended Millet. What do you think of Uncle?”

“The hero did nothing wrong.”

At my words, the hero had a complicated expression. I added to such a warrior.

“It wasn’t even Millet’s fault. Everyone builds up wrong misunderstandings like that, and things go wrong without a word of dialogue. When you wake up tomorrow morning, how about having a serious conversation with Miss Millet? Wouldn’t it be much more helpful to have a serious talk than to have me say this and that?”

The hero put on a blank expression at my words, then smiled again. Then he nodded and said to me:

“…..Yes. A little, I think it’s organized.”

Can I finally sleep? I could say that I played a proper role as a porter and protector of this party today. I looked at the warrior with a look of anticipation and said this.

“How is it. Have you calmed down a bit?”

“…to Mr., really… . I always think thank you. You must want to go to the Empire as soon as possible, but you respond to our schedule and follow us without complaint even if we have a difficult mission.”

“It is natural.”

“thanks. mister.”

The hero laughed again as he said that. The face reflected in the light was fine and beautiful. The hero, who had met my eyes for a while and laughed, robbed himself of his seat and stood up again.

“Sorry for wasting your time. You must be tired. I don’t have any plans for tomorrow, so I’ll give you a good rest.”

“Wouldn’t it be a luxury to rest here like this?”

If you jump to bed as if you’ve been waiting here, it feels like you’ve been forced to listen. I decided to wait another 10 minutes or so. However, in those short 10 minutes, the sky was mocking me for not getting a good night’s sleep, showing off a color from dark indigo to deep blue.

In the distance, an old sleepless elf opened the gate and stretched, and the innkeeper came out and kicked the trash in the yard and put it aside.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

I suddenly burst into laughter, smiled lightly, and waved my hand at the back of the head of the guard who had finished his night shift. The sun was rising anyway, so I thought I’d wake up early and get a good night’s sleep at the inn.

How long do you have to look at the ridge to face the sunrise? As I sat down on a warm chair to answer my curiosity, I felt a light movement from the balcony on the second floor, and a woman wearing a cardigan came down next to me.

Her name is Benuel. Like Millet, she had alchemy hair and golden eyes and wore black round glasses. The hard-looking expression was filled with the common fatigue of researchers, and coffee was in his hand.

Unusually, the coffee was 2 cups, not 1 cup. She handed me one of her coffees and said.

“Don’t you have coffee?”

“Oh, no. thank you for this food.”

Actually I didn’t like coffee. It was because even when I was in the Empire, I lived with the idea that coffee was just bitter and smelled like an air freshener. But if you drink coffee with such a beautiful mood.

“Uh.”

still tasted bitter.

However, I couldn’t throw out the coffee here because it didn’t taste good. I camouflaged my momentary outburst as an exclamation, nodded, and let out a sound similar to exclamation.

“It is delicious. I never thought I would drink such delicious coffee. You seem to be riding really well.”

“I’m glad you like coffee.”

Punuel’s words were somehow meaningful. She put her finished glass on the window sill and looked at me.

“Do you know about Millet’s childhood?”

I shook my head and blurted out my words. I thought it would be better not to talk about my childhood that Millet told me about.

“I don’t know. It’s full of things I don’t know about the origins of elves… … .”

“Mille has been a special child since childhood. I knew how to empathize with emotions that other elven children couldn’t. Because of that, he was hurt and bullied by other elves his age. That the child has grown up to be as bright as he is now is, in a way, like a miracle.”

While saying that, Penuel touched the fence. Then he looked at me again and said.

“I want Millet to live a different life than the elves. kept from childhood. I want to keep that emotion and empathy and see the world more beautifully.”

“My mother was very helpful in helping Millet to participate in various competitions and work as a mercenary.”

“Yes. That’s right. I helped. But it was Millet’s skill that won the prize. Millet is a very clever child.”

She did not forget Millet’s praise. After seeing the elf urinating on my father’s grave just yesterday, I was a bit confused about whether her behavior was elfish. I chimed in and said.

“you’re right. Millet will surely make a great elf. for example… … . Just like your mother.”

However, Benuel reacted strangely to my reply. It was because he frowned and tilted his head before asking.

“You mean like me?”

“Isn’t it?”

Benuel answered firmly.

“I don’t want to be like me. Millet, so you can live a little more ‘humanly’.”

I stared at Benuel. It was clearly there for her. Fragments of subtle emotions that other elves do not have remained faintly. said Buel.

“Yesterday, in the conversation between the hero and Millet, I was convinced. Millet should live humanly, but humans don’t understand Millet. If even the most forgiving warrior doesn’t understand Millet, other people won’t understand Millet either. Miele will eventually have no choice but to return home at any time.”

“Aren’t you looking at me with a very negative gaze? We can be friends even if we don’t understand. We don’t even know each other, but aren’t we having such a long conversation?”

“Not everyone in the world is like you. The people I saw said that I should know everything because I became friends, or that I was just an elf after all, and left. Millet will be hurt and shed tears again and again, and then come back to this place. And here you will get hurt again. Millet is too fragile to be an elf, and too insensitive to be a human.”

I didn’t know why Benuel was bringing this up to me. Even though I prided myself on being quick-witted, I couldn’t read her blunt face and the intention of her blunt, blunt tone of voice.

Penuel was looking at the town.

The two elves met each other’s eyes, but they didn’t even say hello. After passing each other as if it were natural, one man climbed through the window and entered the store, while the other man found his wallet on the floor and put it in his pocket.

“Hey, did you see my wallet?”

An old man who went out for a morning walk found himself picking up his wallet and asked the man. The man said while hiding his wallet with a nonchalant expression.

“I didn’t see it.”

The old man scratched his head and wandered around looking for his wallet. Looking at the old man crawling on the dew-covered grass, Benuel said.

“Miele. You will definitely get hurt.”

I looked at it and put the coffee in my mouth again.

“When Millet returns, there must be someone here who can understand Millet.”

I nodded my head at Penuel’s words. Because that’s what it said.

Benuel looked at me and said.

“Please be Millet’s father.”

“Poop!”

Drops of coffee flew through the sky.