The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

48 – MOOD FOR LOVE (10)

The dreamlike time ended just like that.

I don’t know if I’ll have to stay in the elven village for a few more days, but the short break between me and Benuel ended when I left the house.

After running through the rain, returning to the lodging, we changed into clean clothes and gathered in front of the eaves on the first floor, taking a break. The hero was admiring the scenery in the raining forest, and Millet clung to me and nodded.

Ashuria seemed curious to see Millet sticking next to me, and Lena rubbed her finger on the table and asked Millet.

“millet. What’s up? It’s like that next to Uncle.”

“Your uncle smells like mother!”

“yes?”

“Well?”

I cleared my throat and pretended nothing was wrong, but when I turned my head, Lena and Ashuria’s eyes were strange. Lena, in particular, looked like she was thinking about something as she put her head in disbelief, and Ashuria had something she wanted to say, but seemed to be holding her mouth slightly open as if not coming out.

“no… … . That… … .”

“yes? what’s the matter?”

Millet was asking us questions with a blank look on her face, while Ashuria managed to regain her composure and asked me.

“Are you a beast?”

“yes? beast? What are you talking about?”

I desperately glanced at Ashuria. It was because no matter how good an elf Millet was, he had no idea how he would change if he found out that I had spent the night with her mother. There are those who can be persuaded by the term “expert” and those who cannot be persuaded, and Millet was the latter.

I had to concoct a lie so Millet wouldn’t find out. What the hell is the way to get over it gently from the word beast? After thinking for a moment, I smiled and said.

“…It was in the middle of twenty questions.”

When I asked for a response from Ashuria, Ashuria made an absurd expression and let out a deep sigh. Then he nodded his head and accepted.

“Yes. Sometimes when we were bored, we would ask ourselves 20 questions. Just now, the porter suddenly made a gesture to ask twenty questions, and I was just a little taken aback. isn’t it? Lena?”

“Uh. That’s right. Now it’s my turn? I said it was a beast… is it an animal that walks on four legs?”

Lena nodded and skillfully continued her 20 questions. Miele, who saw me shaking her head, spoke in a whining tone.

“What! Leave me alone and do three! I want to do it too!”

I nodded and called out the hero who was drunk with the scenery.

“Hero? How about twenty questions?”

The warrior didn’t answer my question if he was drunk with the scenery. For the warrior who had been listening to the sound of rain in a daze, I snapped my fingers and asked again.

“Hero? Warrior?”

“Oh, yes? Mister. Why, why?”

The hero was so good at concentration that once he fell into a strange place, he would lose his mind. I asked the warrior.

“Hero, how about twenty questions?”

“Yes? S-20 questions? What are those?”

Lena blinked and looked at the hero next to her. Ashuria also tilted her head and looked at the hero, and Millet asked.

“Hero. Don’t you know twenty questions?”

“Huh? That’s why…”

All eyes were on the hero. I also desperately needed to change the topic, so I looked at the hero with more concentration. The hero couldn’t overcome the burdensome gaze, and Ashria touched her chin and said.

“If you’re from the countryside, don’t you know? It was my prejudice…”

“Ah! I know! S, I know 20 questions of course!”

The warrior nodded and said. Lena snorted with a sullen face and asked the hero.

“what is that?”

“Oh, it’s a nice place. I don’t know where it is. That’s right. It’s very scenic… I think I’ve heard it…”

“Yes. Yes. Keep talking. You seem to know something… I wish you could tell me more.”

“That, and… uh… there are a lot of trees…? Again…”

The hero shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, and looked at Lena every time he finished a word. Lena was responding to the hero’s remarks, barely keeping the corners of her lips at bay.

“Yeah. That’s right. And?”

“And, the road is well paved and there is a village nearby as it is a tourist destination.”

The hero said, raising his voice that had been crawling, as if he had gained a little confidence in Lena’s actions. His confident expression and confidently raised head were worth seeing.

“Yes, I know Twenty Questions as a place like that! Right?”

“Huh? Twenty Questions is a game, right?”

Millet tilted her head and said.

“……”

“Warrior?”

Ashuria touched the warrior’s body. The warrior, who confidently said that twenty questions were places, raised his chin, stiffened, and his face flushed red. Even his ears were dyed like carrots, the warrior lowered his head again and leaned his face against the railing.

“Ahahahahaha!”

Lena’s laughter echoed, and Ashria’s lips twitched as well.

“Sigh…. Yo, hero…. You, don’t worry too much…. Sigh…”

“That… it’s not that I don’t know… Poetry, I live in the countryside, there are no people…”

The hero made some excuses in a low voice, but no one believed his words. Lena rubbed the hero’s back together and spoke in a friendly tone.

“Okay. Got it? Warrior. Let go of your anger. Ahahahahaha!”

Millet smiled at the hero and said to me.

“So, are you an animal that walks on all fours?”

I shook my head and said.

“No. No.”

Millet asked again.

“So you walk on two feet?”

“Yes. They are basically two-legged animals.”

I never thought of the answer. Since it was an impromptu problem, I thought that if Millet threw out anything, it would be recognized as the correct answer. After thinking for a while, she pointed at me and said.

“monkey!”

My heart was stabbed for a moment and I couldn’t answer anything, and when I said that I was a monkey, Ashuria and Lena stared at me. Rena, who was soothing the hero, opened her eyes and spoke to Ashuria.

“Are you a monkey?”

“It’s a monkey.”

“No way. It’s a monkey.”

I didn’t have anything to say, so I just rolled my eyes and nodded.

“…it’s a monkey.”

“It matched!”

Millet was delighted with her arms wide open, and over her shoulder, Ashuria and Lena were shaking their heads.

*****

A few days passed like that. The boring daily life was repeated, but I never went back to Bunuel’s house. Punuel also never came to the lodging where we were staying. Our daily routine at the hostel was to train our stamina with a simple exercise in the morning, and then eat breakfast together and spend the rest of the time with free time.

Ashuria spent the rest of her time reading the Bible, Lena betting money with the elves or fooling around by herself, and I played chess with the warriors or read books.

The hero claimed to be a country man, but he played chess so well that it mostly ended in my defeat. My win rate was about 30%, and the hero said with a happy face every time he won.

“Your uncle is also very good at it. Did you play chess in the Empire?”

“My direct superior was a chess fanatic. He made me do it so badly that I thought that the average person would win, but the hero doesn’t.”

“Oh, I often played with my father. My father’s hobby is chess.”

“Didn’t you say horseback riding last time?”

“…He liked both horseback riding and chess.”

Apparently, the hero’s father was a very noble woodcutter. I’d expect to keep a book in my hand even when I’m digging trees, and animals will be playing violins and harps in the house. I raised my head while imagining a woodcutter chanting a famous phrase.

The hero put the chess piece in his hand and stood up.

The urgent sound of horses hooves conveyed familiar memories. The hero hardened his face and told me.

“Now the break is over.”

“That’s right. It was fun.”

The messenger passed through the village gate and turned his head toward the inn. He lifted up the parchment, sweating profusely. The hero winked at me and stood up.

[According to the agreement between the Kingdom and the Demon King’s Army

Let the Lucifer family’s Cabares be handed over to the demon lord’s army.

The party of warriors should attend this hostage exchange ceremony to prepare for an emergency.]

kiberes.

Forgotten names surfaced, and unpleasant and welcome news announcing the resumption of war appeared before us. How will the woman I whispered about false love look at me when we meet again?

It has never been pleasant to reunite with someone who passed by.

I looked at Benuel’s house once again and wrote the letter in my hand. The letter, whose ink had dried up, crumpled as I touched it, then regained its shape.

“It really is over. I got it right.”

“Although tired, it was not a bad town.”

I agree with the warrior’s words. The scenery of the elves village was dry, but we will leave with a little understanding of elves compared to when we came.

The window of Buñuel’s house opened a little, and it seemed that a blurry silhouette could be seen.

Very blurry, maybe I’m mistaken.

such a silhouette.