The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

92 – Devils wear nice clothes (2)

“Ugh… ! ugh… … !”

The wagon that was rocking seemed to be making more of a fuss today. The unpaved road rocked violently, as if the wagon was alive and shaking its butt directly. Even at noon the next day, the hangover did not subside, and the hero showed off his pale face while sticking his face out on the railing of the carriage.

Lena said, leaning her head against the carriage.

“So, warrior. Did I tell you? drink in moderation What did you eat so much of?”

“…That, that… . ugh… ! Mi, I’m sorry… … . mister… ! ugh… !”

I comforted him saying it was okay and patted the warrior on the back. Every time he tapped at the right beat, the hero retched in staccato according to the beat. In the opposite direction, Millet, who was proud of the country scenery, began humming a song while watching such a warrior.

“Hee hee hee hee hee-!”

“Woo-wook… ! wah… !”

“Hee hee hee-! hehehe-!”

“Whehehe…!”

“hehehe-! huh-!”

“Oops… !”

Ashria, who was watching this, said to Millet with a ridiculous expression.

“millet. Don’t keep pace with the sound of someone throwing up.”

“Ahahahaha!”

Lena, who was watching this, stomped her feet and burst into bread.

“Wow… !”

There was still a long way to go to the front area, so there was no problem in terms of condition. If you’re a superman like a hero, even if you suffer from a hangover for one day, you’ll feel refreshed the next day. Lena reached over to her luggage and checked the order again.

“So, if you want to go to the operation area this time, you’re going through this region?”

The hero nodded while sticking his face into the carriage. And whispered to me in a low voice. I nodded at the voice and spoke to Lena.

“The commanding organization has changed this time, so there is a Kiberes there.”

“Oh yeah? I’m kind of happy.”

Lena said in a voice full of welcome light. Ashuria also nodded at Lena’s words and said.

“I miss you somehow. Will Kiberes miss us too?”

At Ashuria’s question, Lena looked at me and said.

“I will miss you very much.”

Ashria nodded and smiled at those words.

“okay.”

They were two people who got along rather well after fighting once.

I continued to pat the warrior on the back with one hand while watching the two smile.

“Uweeek..!”

blue sky. Another journey of ours was beginning with the muddy sound of mountain birds.

*****

After successfully blocking Greta’s diversionary operation, the commander of the Demon King’s Army, Kiberes’ position within the kingdom was firmly established. In a situation where it is not strange to betray, she succeeded in reversing the move and succeeded in erasing the stigma of being a traitor.

However, in the village where she is stationed, whenever she was bored, gossip about Kiberes came up as a topic. From the women washing clothes at the well to the women gathering to sew, after the topic of war was over, they were busy talking about the commander from the Demon Tribe stationed in the area.

“I heard that he was very strict because he was originally from the military. I don’t even have pretty clothes. He said he didn’t even wear makeup.”

When someone who sews brought up such a rumor, the woman halfway weaving a scarf clicked her tongue and exclaimed.

“Oops, what a waste of a face. So it was dumped by a man.”

“sister. If you say something like that, you’ll get arrested. get caught.”

“Oops, tell me to catch it! What are we talking about between us?”

Ajumma’s conversation always crosses the line in a different direction. The girl who overheard their conversation frowned and said.

“Still, he’s the one who protects you, isn’t it a bit strange to talk like that?”

At her words, the older woman laughed and shrugged and looked around. The fat woman nodded at his gaze and spoke in a soft voice.

“Hey. Adults are saying, but if you interfere like that, you can’t use it.”

“Adults don’t talk like that. He’s the one who protects us, so what’s the point of dressing up and being dumped by a man?”

At the girl’s words, the other lady pouted her lips and said.

“Oh my, look at him. There’s nothing that adults can’t do. boy What are we talking like kids then? uh? Don’t adults talk like that? How grown-up do you say you are? You can just say this or that while sewing. What are you saying so carelessly?”

The atmosphere was boiling as the other women joined in. In an atmosphere resembling a kettle, the girl continued talking while being absorbed in her work.

“Aunt, who would you like to talk like that?”

Again the fat woman raised her voice. She put aside her lithe demeanor and dyed her face red.

“He’s trying to get over it, so what are you saying… … .”

“Ah, what the kid said, why are you so angry? huh? Should I raise my voice while sewing?”

The older woman suppressed the fat woman’s voice lightly. The fat woman was no more angry at the older woman’s words. Like a puppy on command, he shrugged and started sewing again. The older woman said to the girl.

“I’m not saying that because people here hate him, they’re saying it because they feel sorry for everyone. Think about it too. How pitiful are you to go out to the battlefield at a flowery age and not be able to dress up, and men cheat on you?”

“Did the commander ask you to take pity on him?”

The older woman twitched her eyebrows. The girl also opened her eyes and looked at the woman as if she would not lose to the older woman. The older woman closed her eyes, nodded, and breathed out.

“Are you really a cheeky kid? uh? They look good on you because you’re young, so where do you keep talking back? I need to talk to your mom. You say you want to learn sewing, so you let me in, so there’s nothing you can’t say?”

The girl’s eyes wavered. Children of this age were weak when it came to talking about their parents. The older woman saw the girl’s expression change and smiled triumphantly.

“If you know… … .”

“I hope you don’t bully the child.”

The older woman hardened her face and turned her head away. The doorway was wide open, and Kiberes stood there. She was looking around at the women with a stiff face in her armor.

The older woman muttered in a cold sweat as if she hadn’t expected such a sudden visit.

“Hey, knock and come… … .”

“I forgot. By the way, is it polite among humans to discuss someone else’s private life? I heard that you pity me.”

“No, not like that… … .”

Kayberes entered the middle of the room. At that moment, the girl thought that Kiberes were really pretty demons. Even when she was wearing rough and hard armor and her hair was tied back, she was a wild beauty.

The older woman lowered her head and glanced at Cabares. His head was subservient, but his hands were clenched tightly, showing a challenging atmosphere.

“I am really grateful that you sew for the soldiers, I am aware that you treat each and every soldier like a child, and that this is not a matter of course.”

She went behind the girl and put her hand on her shoulder. He patted her lightly and continued talking.

“However, we all know that that issue and this one are separate.”

Kayberes looked at the older woman. The older woman averted her gaze with a troubled look on her face, and Cabereth raised the girl to her feet. She patted the girl on the back and said.

“Nigel. Right?”

The girl called Nigel nodded.

“I will take the girl.”

Saying so, Kayberes came out again. Nigel matched his steps with Kayberes with a bewildered face. As soon as Nigel came out, he mumbled as if he was about to say something, but Kayberes took the lead.

“I have a personal story to tell. Follow me to your room.”

“….Yes.”

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Nigel nodded and followed Cabareth.

*****

Kiberes’ room was bland and ordinary enough to be described as boring. Bookcases and desks to handle paperwork. And a wardrobe and a bed. Nigel thought that Kiberes was a woman who cared not the least for adornment.

Kiberes offered a chair for Nigel, then asked, pointing to the kettle on the stove next to the table.

“Would you like some tea?”

“Oh, no. That… . it’s okay Well, what did you call me for? … .”

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Nigel hesitantly put his arm between his legs and looked at him. Kiberes looked around and closed the window. He put his ear to the door, closed his eyes and counted the seconds, then returned to the center of the room and met Nigel’s eyes.

Kiberes cleared his throat and looked at Nigel again.

“…The story we are sharing here and now must not be disclosed.”

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Nigel nodded, nervous. Her hands were also hardened and turned white.

Kayberes glanced at Nigel and blushed.

“…I’d like you to prepare some clothes.”

“Yes?’

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Nigel looked at Kiberes with a puzzled look.