The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party - The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party chapter 114

114 – Birth of a family (4)

“When I try to gain something, someone loses it forever. That’s why we can’t back down from each other.”

The walls of the dorm were thin.

the sound of a door opening. The sound of two people having a conversation. And the sound of the warrior’s weeping.

All those faintly audible things were making the two people’s hearts go wild. Lena, who had stopped laughing and put her ear to the wall when the hero knocked on the porter’s door, rubbed the top of her head against the wall and looked up at the sky.

The ceiling was dyed the same color as the night to cover the stains, and Ashuria, sitting next to her, was wiggling her fingers with her eyes closed. Lena hugged her knees and pressed her body against the wall. The coldness of the wall calmed her even today.

“What are you thinking about?”

When Lena opened her mouth, the hero’s cries were drowned out. Asura said with her eyes closed.

“I was thinking about when I first walked into this party.”

Ashuria was a helpless nun. She was talented in both combat and healing, but wasted her time because she couldn’t find a place to use her talent. It was the hero who personally chose such a woman and suggested that we defeat the demon king together.

Ashuria opened her eyes and said with a smile.

“At that time, the warrior was a really strong person. The situation was hopeless, but the eyes were full of confidence and faith, and the light seemed to radiate from the body.”

Lena nodded her head. Lena was not directly chosen by the hero. As the remaining survivors of the Black Society, he entered through a deal with the kingdom. However, even to her, the warrior was attractive enough and a good person.

“right. The warrior has a bit of charm. remember that time? The warrior keeps trying to hide his hometown. You said something strange because you were from the countryside. Everyone nods roughly to get over it, but the hero thinks he really cheated and keeps his nose up.”

Ashuria laughed at Lena’s words and nodded. As she listened to Lena’s story, the conversation flowed through her head like a recorded video.

“Ah, I remember. Yes. It happened. My father must have said he was a woodcutter.”

said Lena.

“What is a woodcutter really? It’s too obvious.”

“Yes. It really ticked me off. The hero lies badly, and tends to trust others too easily. It must have been natural since it grew like a flower in a greenhouse.”

“That’s why I didn’t like the hero very much at first.”

At Lena’s words, Ashuria widened her eyes. When she looked really surprised, Lena put on a rather embarrassed expression.

“No, why are you so surprised? Is that so strange?”

“…I didn’t notice it at all. Was there any reason to dislike it? I don’t think he did anything so strange.”

said Lena.

“no. you’re just cute People who grew up in an alley have a knack for recognizing rich people instinctively. Just like nobles recognize the lower classes right away.”

Ashuria smiled bitterly. And Lena said with a smile even more bitter than hers.

“…..I know I’ve been twisted. And, since I’m twisted like this, a little more… … . I know you have a stronger desire to possess than others. I mean people like me You must have what you want to have, so your intuition is freed.”

Ashuria shut her mouth at Lena’s words. The topic she was talking about was not the hero. It was a story about ‘something’ that Ashuria also wanted. It was an existence that made people feel comfortable when they were by their side, and had a warmth that made them want to spend the rest of their lives together.

“…If I asked for concessions, would you say no?”

Ashria nodded. I didn’t want to answer. If I opened my mouth here, it seemed like I would speak in a too cold tone. Lena spoke as if she had heard Ashria’s answer.

“Me too. maybe… … . I’d be a little sad if someone snatched it away. I’ll just talk about it for now, but I might get a bad feeling, and I’ll never be friends with that person again.”

Ashuria couldn’t answer if it was too much or not. He is the one who said he would bear his sins and give it for himself. If she were to marry someone else, Ashuria was not confident that she would bless her with a joyful heart.

Ashria nodded and said.

“Sometimes I imagine that he is marrying a woman other than me. The opponent can be Millet, Lena, or the hero.”

Lena nodded. She brushed her hair back and put her head back against the wall. Ashria continued.

“The woman wears a wedding dress and the man appears neat in a nice tuxedo. Her face is smiling brightly, and she is holding the bride’s hand tightly. I watch the wedding of two people from the back of the wedding hall, from a place where no lights shine.”

Ashuria sighed. she said, shaking her head.

“I should tell you to be happy. Every time, my imagination ended up choking here. I couldn’t bear it, and I had to close my eyes tightly.”

Lena nodded. Uneasy and extreme imagination is the law for everyone. Even if he pretended to be relaxed, he was afraid that another woman would take him away. Lena said, extending her fist forward.

“You are good at something. Hit with your fist.”

Lena pretended to punch the imaginary bride. Rather than punching, swinging a dagger was his daily routine, so naturally his fist was aimed at the neck, not the face, and he stretched out one hand and gripped the opponent’s chin.

Rena, who had unconsciously moved her hands, realized that her posture was a little wrong and took a clumsy boxing stance again.

Ashuria saw that and stretched out her hand and corrected Lena’s posture.

“This is how we do it.”

Lena stretched out her fist just as Ashuria had taught her, then nodded in satisfaction.

“Well, anyway. Have you ever thought that you could just do it like this?”

“…How would you do that? I wish you would love me, but how would you do that to find happiness with someone else?”

“It’s romantic.”

It was a sarcastic tone, but from the look on his face, he didn’t seem to be sarcastic. Ashuria glanced at Lena’s face for a moment before hugging herself.

“And, whoever she ends up marrying, she will marry one of us. How would you swing your fist?”

Lena shut her mouth.

It was as Ashuria said.

Eventually, if the porter marries someone, the party members will also marry someone they know. How would you punch that person and how would you ruin the relationship?

The fact that Lena has not been able to properly approach the porter until now.

The fact that Ashuria and the hero were clumsy and futile.

It was because he knew that this relationship would completely collapse if someone were to be involved.

They risked their lives to break through the Demon King’s forces.

Her own happiness is important, but she didn’t want to disturb and destroy the happiness of the party.

“…It’s difficult.”

At Lena’s words, Ashuria nodded.

It was a really difficult problem.

want to own But I don’t want to ruin this party’s relationship right now.

They were faced with a situation in which selfish and contradictory minds were mixed, leaving only one step for each other and unable to move forward.

[When I try to gain something, someone loses it forever. Knowing that, we can’t back down from each other.]

The hero’s words lingered in Lena’s ears. As she said, if someone takes one step ahead, everyone else loses.

if someone gets ahead

someone else loses

Lena raised her head.

When everyone is one step ahead, does anyone lose?

Lena looked at Ashuria.

When Ashuria saw Lena’s eyes twinkle strangely, she involuntarily backed away. As I looked for the cross as if facing the devil, I took a deep breath and put my hand on my chest and asked.

“What, what is it?”

“……They say that friends share even a single bean.”

Ashuria’s face twisted. Lena’s eyes were filled with bright, hopeful light of love.

“…Is there any reason why you can’t share people?”

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“thanks.”

After wiping away the tears, the hero turned around with a slightly lighter heart. As he opened the door, he thought of the party members and mocked himself for his weakness that he couldn’t confess.

She thought that if she continued like this, even after defeating the demon king, she would not be able to confess her feelings to the porter, and would end up falling into a position where she would have to marry someone else of convenience.

Maybe that was fate.

People who live in different worlds end up breaking up like that.

Even in the novels she read all along, the tragedy ended that way.

Death is not the only thing that separates people.

Unexpected things are lurking at the crossroads of life like reefs to tear apart relationships.

“It can’t be helped.”

The hero walked through the hallway with a bitter smile.

Because I couldn’t help it.

If you marry someone later, that’s really… … .

“Warrior.”

The hero turned around in surprise.

Lena opened the door slightly and beckoned with a small voice.

It’s like a demon that makes wishes come true in ghost stories.

“Wait a minute.”