The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

86 – good friends (12)

The sunlight is hazy under the stained glass.

The sound of elderly priests walking down the aisle echoed leisurely, and the laughter of orphans from the church echoed through the garden. The nuns fluttered their veils and moved to attend mass with quick steps, and the heretic inquisitors went around with lights on in their eyes, repeating wrongdoings even today.

“hello. Priest.”

“Yes. nice to meet you May you be at peace today.”

The old priest with a long beard enjoyed the sunlight and looked at the church for a moment with a deep smile. The older ones enjoy stepping into the sunny side of the younger. It was because a panorama was formed by substituting irretrievable memories into this moment of youth, and it was possible to walk leisurely in it and live as a young man, even for a moment.

“Rain, emergency! emergency!”

However, this brief peace of the old priest was cut short by the urgent cry of emergency and the ringing of a bell.

The place where the emergency bell rang the loudest in the capital was the church.

It was because the hero party returned to the capital without conducting the next operation, leading the demon converts.

Those who heard the news expressed surprise in their own way, and among those who opened their mouths, the old priest bit his nails. It was because he felt strangely uneasy at the words of a demon convert.

Anxiety that only those who have lived for a long time can feel.

The intuition that one’s safety is at risk.

*****

“This is a mothership!”

In the great meeting room of the palace, the bishop spattered and screamed. A cold sweat broke out on his face, and he blinked and looked around, just like a crucian carp. The others were also looking at the hero and Ashuria with puzzled expressions.

The king stroked his beard and said to the warrior.

“They say it’s a slander, what’s the hero’s opinion?”

The warrior said with a cold expression. The bishop’s bewildered face made the warrior’s heart boil, but strangely, unlike his hot heart, his head grew colder.

“They vividly testify to the punishment they suffered and the incident at the time. I’m not going to end it with the word ‘slander’. I think a reinvestigation of the incident records at the time is necessary.”

“Is it necessary? What time is it now? The demon army and the soldiers are fighting, but I dare to believe the words of those traitors who turned to demons! Should I do such a demoralizing act? Yeah? Timing matters! time! How many people are supported by our church, and we dare to expose and reinvestigate these things… … . No, those converts in the first place. Aren’t they all traitors? Could it be that the enemy is a high-level spy hidden for deception tactics?”

The king nodded and looked at the bishop.

“It makes sense. bishop. But how do the demons memorize all the devil worshipers’ cases in the church and hide fake victims in caves? And, according to the hero, he attacked with the momentum to kill the nun inside the cave, but he said he had almost no fighting power. It was the nun’s credit for persuading them there, and if they had made up their minds, they would have all died and covered up the incident. To the extent that good people cannot understand the hearts of evil people, evil does not presuppose good intentions. Can you devise a plan based on the premise that the demons will save our soldiers and bring them before the Demon King? It’s not an elaborate plan, it’s the realm of prophecy.”

“That, that… … .”

The bishop rolled his eyes again. As the king said, there were too many variables to be an advanced deception. The hero’s party came in after being caught in a trap, and despite the fact that the nun of the party was a heretic inquisitor, they had to believe their story in the cave and save them, and the hero had to agree to this and bring it to the capital right away.

“If there had been such a great tactician, the kingdom would have already been defeated in the war. There is a saying that you don’t have to look down on someone, but you don’t have to look too great either. It’s not that we have to immediately arrest and imprison those involved. It means that you have to do a re-investigation to determine the truth. It is an investigation in an area that can be done with only the guards in the capital.”

“So… … . That… … .”

The king looked at the warrior again. The Bishop was only stuttering and unable to move on. The king said to the warrior.

“The hero’s courage is imaginable, but it was a bit reckless to return to the capital in a hurry while taking on an important role.”

The warrior bowed his head lightly at the king’s words and apologized.

“sorry.”

But the warrior’s words did not end there.

“To entrust them to someone and make a promise to the next. It felt like an act of breaking a promise. As you said, it’s a war that doesn’t know the front. So, at this point in the confrontation, I thought it was necessary to clearly point out this issue.”

The king nodded again.

“You are right.”

The bishop bit his nails and showed an uneasy look.

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No one pressed him or questioned him, but sweat was running down his face like a waterfall.

******

After the hero headed to the palace, Ashuria was looking at the cross with a complicated expression. What does the large cross on the church steeple mean to Ashria? Lena and I were eating while pretending not to know.

But Millet asked.

“What are you looking at?”

“I was looking at the cross.”

At Ashuria’s words, Millet stuck her head out the window together. The cross seen directly from this inn was shining white in the sunlight. She reached out for the cross, then looked down at the cross hanging around her neck.

And said to Millie.

“It is a very strange feeling. It feels like someone keeps forcing my memories out.”

Ashria tucked the cross into her clothes and continued.

“There was a woman who said that her husband was not a sinner and wanted to be saved. Because he was preparing to be executed, he pushed her away fiercely and declared that he was a criminal. Because the results of the investigation were clear. Demonic symbols were found in the house, and there were eyewitness accounts of uttering demonic language.”

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Neither I nor Lena stopped eating. Lena fixed her eyes on Ashria as she slowly chewed the food in her mouth. Millet also nodded and listened to the story.

Ashuria blinked, looked up at the ceiling, and sat down. She shook her head and asked us in a low voice.

“…was he really a sinner?”

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No one answered. You can relate to the moment when your faith is broken, but there are deviations in the way your heart breaks. I didn’t know what comforting words to offer to her shaking shoulders and slightly rough breathing.

“… These days, I keep coming back to memories of that time. people I killed. Were those people really sinners? Wasn’t I spreading hypocrisy by pretending to be God’s agent while killing innocent people? Doubts come endlessly.”

Ashuria crouched down. Wrapping her body around her, it was as if she had become a vine herself.

In a gloomy atmosphere,

Lena put down her fork.

The plate was emptied neatly, and half of the water in the glass was gone.

Then she leaned back in her chair and said.

“I mean. I killed my first person when I was 10.”

Ashria raised her head. Lena blinked and said.

“They were all dying, but they were going to die anyway. If I hadn’t killed him, he would have been tortured for two more days before he would die. The order was like that. In a black society, by the way, they gave me the choice to kill. If I don’t kill, this person will continue to be tortured and die. That’s why you have to end this man’s life.”

Millet asked.

“So how did it go?”

“I killed him by slitting his throat. Blood splattered all over my face. With a fishy smell, something… … . It feels strange, did I really do a good job? is this correct? At that time, the man there sent me to wash my face, and even after washing my face clean, the feeling that the blood covered my face did not go away.”

Lena said while holding a fork.

“In the black society, work gradually increased like that. A person who keeps killing dying people, and one day just gets hurt. On other days, the one who runs away wounded. Then, now, the person I have to kill anyway.”

Moving the fork around like counting heads, she set the fork back on the plate.

“Then one day I washed my hands and face, and it felt so refreshing. It feels good to have a clean face, no blood, and a fragrant smell.”

Lena looked at Ashuria and said.

“People are so broken. If you turn away from your guilt and rationalize it, you just become so indifferent and become a person like me. Hey. Ashuria. I thought you were very unlucky and only talked about things… … .”

Ashuria blinked and looked at Lena. Lena said while averting her eyes and scratching her head.

“Are you feeling guilty right now? So… … . you’re not that bad for me this… … . I don’t know if that will help. Anyway, by my standards, you try to go back to being a good enough person… … . In addition… … . That you are a better person than me.”

Ashuria looked at Lena with a blank expression. I started eating again. The sound of scraping dishes echoed lightly, and Lena looked into Ashuria’s eyes and said.

“That… … . Wei, are you comforted?”

“…the strangest consolation I’ve ever heard.”

But her voice wasn’t bad. She was sitting and got up from her seat.

“…Still, I think I’ve gained a bit of energy.”