The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

66 – One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (2)

{Notified by the weekly magazine [Weekly Kingdom].

The article ‘A warrior’s secret hobby’ that was posted last week is a stimulating rumor, so

corrected. The hero is a very stoic and sincere person, and his hobbies are reading and swordsmanship training.

do. Also, the warrior did not mix with the demons,

It is said that when he overpowered the enemy’s commander, Damon, he overpowered him not with swear words, but with a dignified command.

We apologize for giving incorrect information to the readers of [Weekly Kingdom].

* This article was not coerced by anyone and reflected the opinions of the editors of [Weekly Kingdom]}

“Well… … .”

“Write… … .”

“Everything, I’m glad… ! This strange rumor got caught quickly… … .”

A large notice hanging at the entrance to the capital. Incredibly low-key news from a weekly magazine that picks up provocative rumors. Lena and I were reading the announcement while stroking our chins, and the hero was sweating and laughing.

Ashuria seemed more interested in the man standing next to it than in the notice. It was because next to the notice was a man tied to a rope and screaming.

“I am! I wrote a malicious article about the hero! All of the content is nonsense that I distorted! The warrior is not a playboy! The hero is not a playboy!”

“…This is the first time I’ve ever seen something like that.”

I nodded at Ashuria’s words and added.

“So do i. Aren’t most of the country’s most popular media outlets proud and obsessed with malice? It seems that there are many people in the capital who care about the hero, to put a big apology in the door like that, even issue a correction article, tie up a reporter and bring it out to the front door.”

“Is that so? Me, I don’t know… … . You live in the countryside… … .”

The hero turned his gaze to the side and smiled awkwardly. Millet raised both hands and shouted, “Long live the brave!”

“The hero is amazing! Doing that means being loved! envy. When I published an article about elves stealing things from dead travelers, they didn’t correct me.”

“Did that happen?”

Ashuria looked at Millet in surprise. Millet nodded with a sad expression and said.

“yes! Do you think it makes sense to steal stuff from the dead? you’re dead I am no longer the owner of the item, so it is definitely something I picked up.”

“…I wonder if there will be a bit of a difference of opinion on that.”

Lena laughed awkwardly and joked, and Ashuria turned her head away, unable to stand up for Millet as a priest. Ashria licked her lips and read the announcement again. After staring at the article for a while, she suddenly took on a grim expression, then leaned back against the backrest and closed her eyes.

said Lena.

“Warrior. What are you going to do when you get to the capital?”

“First of all, I’ll make a report on behalf of you. Accommodation is paid for by the royal palace. Just tell me where you sleep. I will just watch and come back soon.”

The hero calmed his reddened face and answered Lena’s question. The hero going alone was more like being considerate to make our actions easier than sharing a class with us. In the palace, the food was delicious and the lodgings were gorgeous, but it was because I had to stay in the lodgings during the rest period.

Furthermore, they had to greet according to the manners, and the procedure to follow before meeting the king was tiring. Both Ashuria and Lena were people who loved the realism of the city rather than the splendor of the palace.

That’s why everyone nodded at the hero’s words, and just in time the front checkpoint ended and we were able to enter the capital.

******

The party where the hero disappeared. We unpacked at a luxurious inn in downtown. As soon as I showed the paper that the hero had handed over, the inn fee was settled neatly, and even the waitresses I had never called came and moved our luggage to the room.

As soon as we handed over our luggage, we sat on the table exhausted from the long journey. No matter who said it first, we sighed deeply, and we boasted a breath that was as good as that of a choir. Miele whined as she scratched the table with her fork.

“I am tired and hungry… … . Is there any way to sleep while eating?”

“Would you like to lie down? I’ll feed you the soup.”

“Then I get stuck. Do not.”

Ashuria shook her head and discouraged the fool. She pulled her chair back from the table and poked her head out the window sill with a deep sigh. The sun was shining, making her face exceptionally bright.

Lena poked Millet’s cheek and said.

“What are you worried about?”

“Religious people always have anguish. Things that may seem insignificant mean a lot to us.”

“So what happened?”

Ashria raised her head again. He pulled a chair and made eye contact with us. black hair black eyes. The achromatic face combined with a nonchalant expression gave off a gloomy atmosphere.

“I was originally a Heretic Inquisitor. I was engaged in judging those who worshiped the devil or committed wicked, religious crimes.”

Lena put on an expression like a thief meeting a guard and slightly turned her head. Millet said with a twinkle in her eyes.

“I’ve seen the Heretic Questioner. Even when he came to our village, he performed on tour.”

“That is not a performance.”

Lena’s laugh and Millet’s tilted face. In the meantime, the stories I had once heard flowed from Ashuria’s mouth. After adding a few words to what I knew about the history, Ashria started bringing up stories I didn’t know.

“The reason I was demoted from Inquisitor to Nun was because I was too violent. The other Heretic Inquisitors were burned at the stake, but I beat them to death with my fists.”

Lena was insensitive to the word violence. She nodded, with an expression as grave as mine, and then said:

“From my point of view, both are violent. I’d rather die with some kind of magic powder that makes me fall asleep. Around the age of 94.”

“So fast?”

Millet was taken aback by Lena’s words, but realized Lena wasn’t an elf a beat later and nodded.

“Oh right.”

“…Are you a little tired today?”

Lena smiled as she caressed Millet’s cheek as if she was going to die of cuteness, and Ashuria looked at me this time and said,

“Actually, just because I punched him to death did not mean that he was violent. The problem was riding the article. There was a time when a report came in that I had beaten an innocent person to death, and the church was in trouble.”

“Oh, I think I heard about that incident somewhere.”

I didn’t know, but Lena seemed to have heard of it. As Lena pretended to know, Ashria nodded.

“As a result of the church’s reinvestigation, the man was not innocent. He was a devil worshiper. However, as the case grew, I could not continue to be in the position of heretic inquisitor, so I was demoted to the position of a nun.”

“The church is famous for its thorough reinvestigation.”

Lena pouted at Ashuria’s words and said. Ashuria replied, closing her eyes as if she understood what she was saying.

“It is more reliable than you think.”

“right?”

Lena said that and started playing with Millet’s cheeks again. Millet, who had been rolling around on the table with her face puffed up like rice cakes, was sagging, breaking her face as Lena touched it. Ashuria said.

“Anyway, when I suddenly saw an article with a correction today, I suddenly had that thought. Why didn’t I do this in my time? That’s what I think. Isn’t it funny? For a priest who told others to live righteously lives with such narrow-mindedness, he will be punished.”

“It’s fine. If I was going to be punished for that, I would have died when I was 10.”

Lena offered comfort without even looking at Ashuria. Millet nodded and said.

“right. It’s bad that we didn’t even clear our name. I’m glad you cleared the name of the hero.”

I agreed with Millet’s words and said this.

“Mille is right. The past is just the past. No matter what we do now, it is the past that cannot be erased or changed. If you are angry compared to what is happening now, you will only feel sad. I have nothing to say except to tell you not to think that way.”

Ashuria was looking at me. I added it while dipping bread into the soup that came out just in time.

“It is an experience.”

******

“Commander! Commander!”

Another soldier ran to the commander who was sitting with his mustache flicking. Even today, the commander, who was sitting with a relaxed face, was staring at the blackboard, fiddling with his bull-like huge horns. There was a hero’s face on the blackboard, and a hero’s profile was written below.

The commander was about to wrap his head while looking at the profile.

“What?”

At his friendly and polite tone, the soldier felt the tension in his frozen body loosen. After an awkward salute, he held out the information.

“According to sources, the weekly magazine that wrote an article saying that the hero was horny published a corrected report. I don’t think it’s true that he’s horny.”

After accepting the weekly magazine, the commander said with a rather firm expression.

“No, too fast. If it was an unfounded rumor, I wouldn’t have stopped it. But as soon as the rumor got out, someone responded immediately. This is proof that these rumors are true.”

the commander asked.

“What about the Black Society?”

The adjutant next to him handed over the papers and said.

“We are still in the process of reconciling… … .”

“Does not matter. Are there any members who can be beautiful?”

The adjutant nodded and said.

“Ah yes. I have one.”

The commander said with a solemn expression.

“Get it ready as quickly as possible. They say the hero is on his way to the capital. Eliminate the hero while in the capital.”