The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

96 – The devil wears nice clothes (6)

Winter nights are chilly.

At night, when the banquet was organized and the soldiers went to bed because they couldn’t win over the excitement, the loneliness of a woman sleeping alone on top of a wooden fence shined brighter. It’s time for her to go to bed, but she’s still in her overalls.

It was because the porter said it was pretty.

She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door, pressing her hand against the soft mattress and waiting for the guest. It was because a man who was talented enough to come all the way to this place secretly and was going to come.

She ate the dust and adjusted her stiff collar once. Then, while looking in the mirror, I pondered once more whether it was better to unbutton my shirt in advance or fasten it tightly. I sniffed to see if there was a strange smell coming from my clothes, and checked the back to see if there was anything strange.

Then, frightened by his own foolish behavior, he sat down and tried to cheer himself up somehow, clearing his throat. What would other soldiers think of her now? Just thinking about it made my face turn red and I stomped my feet.

“That’s me.”

And a low voice was heard. Kayberes bit his nails and replied cautiously.

“Yes… .”

While she blamed herself for answering like a young lady, the door opened, and the porter, who had changed into neat and comfortable clothes, looked at her, still in her uniform, with a slightly puzzled look. She loved the porter’s expression as well.

she said to the porter.

“You came dressed comfortably. What were you expecting?”

The porter didn’t change his expression even in the face of Kayberes’ sloppy question.

“What did you expect and called?”

Caybereth, embarrassed by the question, turned his head into the air. Then, blinking his eyes, looking for something to say, he placed his hand on his chest and spoke cautiously.

“Is this dress really pretty?”

The porter looked over his clothes again and nodded. And he said with a smile.

“Yes. It’s really pretty.”

“Can you tell me which part is pretty?”

“I like the strict atmosphere with neat color schemes and livery arrangements. And I like the subtly revealed body line.”

“…that’s awkward.”

The porter shook his head as if he felt sorry for Kiberes’ reaction. She caught the porter’s attention, grinned again, and pulled up her coat. The porter silently watched her actions. Cabares pulled up his coat until his white shirt was visible and asked the porter.

“Did you come here just because I called you today? without any emotion? Officially?”

“I came because you seemed to need comfort.”

The porter’s answer was in some ways the correct answer, and in some ways it was not. Kayberes asked as he unbuttoned his jacket.

“That’s what I said a lot to other women. Just like the women passing by. Will you treat me like that?”

“I have never been comforted by a lie.”

“There is no love there.”

Caybereth threw away his cloak. The clothes fluttering on the bed made a strange noise. She was only wearing a shirt and pants. The dress pants were belted tight and covered her undergarments. Kiberes said as he unfastened his belt.

“today. I was talking to some woman. She was a woman who hated me, and hated everything I did. I couldn’t understand Why? What could be good about a convert this way.”

The porter was silent. Kiberes completely untied the belt and held it in his hand. The belt, which had swayed under her hand like a dead snake, made a light popping sound as the metal part collided with the floor.

Kiberes said to the porter with his hands on his pants.

“My husband is dead. to war.”

The porter held his breath. Kiberes continued speaking in a calm tone. She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, revealing her tight thighs and velvet underpants in the moonlight. Kiberes threw his pants aside and spoke to the porter.

“After hearing that, I thought a lot. She said she wouldn’t be able to make friends with me. No matter how hard I try, the hatred will never go away.”

said the porter.

“It takes time. It takes a very long time. After going through a tragedy once, demons are demons. Even if they are friends, demons are demons. The name becomes a tag, and it follows us that way until the tragedy is completely buried.”

“I, that I love you. I thought that was enough. that someday you will come back to me I think I can win.”

The porter was silent again. Kiberes touched the desk with his hand and said.

“But, I guess it was too early. right? You and I both needed more time, but I was way ahead of myself.”

Cabereth could understand the porter. I don’t love her completely, but I can’t ignore her desperate look on her face to come to her room. Who knows what will happen if she loses her love and falls into despair again. None of the demons had in mind Kayberes’ betrayal.

It was as if she was unknowingly threatening the porter.

to love

Kayberes looked at the porter and said.

“You went too far. So much so that it is difficult to catch up.”

The porter nodded slowly. His eyes were filled with more sorrow than lust. It always has been. The porter had never looked at Caybereth with lustful eyes. The gaze he looked at himself always contained some indescribable complex emotion.

Today, Kiberes felt as if he had glimpsed some of his emotions for a moment.

Kayberes felt his face heat up. It wasn’t because the wind was blowing. She said as she ran her hand over her feverish face.

“Nevertheless, even today… … . I want you to stay with me.”

Bustling banquets and merry people.

It was something she couldn’t have anymore.

All of her comrades who could dance with her were demons, and the soldiers still found her a bit difficult because she was from demons. She tried to fit in with others, but every time she did, she couldn’t help but feel alone.

“as you know… … . I’m a stranger here, and I’m a bit uncomfortable.”

Kaybereth’s hand reached the porter’s chest. He rubbed his chest and met his wet eyes. The porter’s heartbeat was audible, albeit very faintly.

“Did you say you needed time?”

Kayberes’s hand hugged him tightly. I put my ear to the porter’s chest and felt his heartbeat. I rubbed my nose, breathed, and looked up at the slender jawline with earnest eyes.

“I want you to give me time. As long as I can hold out until you return.”

Her fingers caught the porter’s waist and interlocked them.

don’t run away

So that this time can last a little longer.

******

and late at night. Nigel jumped out of bed unable to sleep. After sneaking out through the window of the boutique, she greeted the soldiers guarding the barracks and went inside. They did not suspect otherwise of Nigel’s remark that ‘Kiberes called for payment’.

After passing through the rooms in a flash, she stood in front of the commander’s private room and hesitated with a nervous expression on her face. Then he carefully knocked on the door and asked.

“Hey, Commander over there. may I come in?”

“Ugh… ! Oh, now, wait… ! wait for a sec… !”

Cabares let out a cute snort, then suddenly there was a loud crackling noise. As if a four-legged animal were moving, footsteps instantly spread, followed by the sound of chairs dragging and bustling movements.

And an urgent answer came back.

“D-Come in… !”

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Nigel opened the door.

Kiberes was sitting in front of a large desk. She was wearing one shirt, and the other clothes were spread out on the bed. Caybereth’s face was dark and hard to see, but his breathing was strangely rough.

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Nigel asked, tilting his head.

“Commander?”

“…I never called, but who let you in?”

Her voice was thin, as if holding back something. Nigel said, waving his hand forward, not even thinking that her voice was awkward.

“Oh, sorry, sorry. Hey, I came in because I lied. The Commander says he’s paying the price… … .”

“That, so… . what… . is it work? after… … .”

Kayberes’ hand clenched into a fist. It was like nothing, but he suddenly came and seemed angry, or he looked sleepy when he lowered his head. Either way, Nigel felt he had to get out of the room quickly.

“Whoa… … !”

Cabereth took another deep breath and exhaled. said Nigel.

“I, oh, I came to tell you that the clothes fit so well and were pretty…” … .”

“That, is it? thanks… … . army… … . after… … !”

Kayberes nodded, then banged his head on the desk again.

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Nigel looked at him and stepped back.

“T-Joe, if you feel sleepy, I’ll go…” … .”

“ah… ! that, yes… … ! under… … !”

Kayberes waved his hand and tilted his head for a moment.

As soon as Nigel closed the door, it made a strange noise.