The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party - The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party chapter 115

115 – Birth of a family (5)

“Mu, mu, mu, what do you mean that!”

The warrior’s face turned bright red. She seemed to have completely forgotten the fact that she and Lena had had an argument just moments before. It was probably because the embarrassment caused by Lena’s proposal was greater than the awkwardness caused by the argument.

“Why. Strange?”

“Chuck, you’re vulgar!”

As the hero raised her voice, Ashuria brought her index finger to her mouth and spoke in a low voice.

“Warrior. It’s too loud. You can hear everything in the next room.”

Realizing that there was a porter in the next room, the hero made a gesture of covering his mouth with both hands and brought his face closer. And in a low voice, he said urgently.

“Going and sharing people… … . That’s ridiculous… !”

Lena tilted her head crookedly with an indifferent expression, as if anticipating her reaction. Then he slightly raised the corner of his mouth and asked the warrior.

“So, don’t you like it?”

“of course!”

The warrior said in a firm voice. Ashuria looked at Lena with a puzzled expression. The hero is a fundamentalist in his own way, and is the blood of the High. It was only natural that she would not approve of such a polygamous plan.

How the hell is Lena trying to convince the hero like this?

Lena opened a piece of paper, passing Ashuria’s half-worried, half-curious glances away. There, except for the porter, the names of the party members were written. Lena took up her pen and drew the hero’s name horizontally.

“Then the warrior must be removed. it was fun. warrior. I’ll invite you to our wedding. Please come as a guest.”

“Yes?”

The hero blinked his eyes and put on a puzzled expression. Ashuria also looked at Lena. Lena stared at the hero with an impudent face and said.

“what’s the matter? You said you wouldn’t?”

“Ah, I thought I wouldn’t… … .”

Ashria smiled bitterly and turned her head. The hero was caught up in Lena’s brazenness. In the first place, the premise itself made no sense, but of course it was driving her into it as if they were having a wedding. Lena took up a pen and asked.

“Then warrior. Are you going to do it together?”

“That, that… … .”

“Then subtract?”

The hero waved his hand and said in a creeping voice.

“Ah, that, too… … . No, in the first place, I am a member of the royal family, right? Marrying with polygamy is absurd… … .”

Ashuria nodded as if agreeing with the hero’s opinion.

“Obviously, this part needs to be addressed. The hero is the one who will lead the country later, how can he tolerate polygamy?”

Lena rubbed her chin at Ashuria’s words. After thinking for a while, she looked at the warrior and said.

“…No, I don’t think there’s a way… … .”

As the hero listened to Lena’s whisper, his face gradually distorted.

*******

The warrior’s face that greeted the morning was clear as if he hadn’t cried. There was a pensive look on one side of the pleasant smile, but I could pretend I didn’t see that much. Lena was talking in a low voice with Millet on one side, but I don’t know what she was talking about, but seeing Millet jump in place with her ears pricked up, it seemed like it was quite a pleasant conversation.

“I wish my mom would join us too!”

Lena shook her head and said with a puzzled expression.

“…that’s a bit… … . No, you don’t usually do that with your mother, do you?”

“But, I think my mom will like it too… … .”

What are you talking about? My head naturally tilted without mentioning the family affairs, and Lena, who met my eyes, held Millet’s ear and said,

“By the way, Millet. ears like this You’re upright, but don’t you get cold in the winter?”

Millet nodded and said.

“That’s why I wear earplugs when I go to cold places.”

Lena glanced at me again and kept telling me different stories, and I decided to move away because she didn’t seem to want to tell me. The warrior who was sitting in the seat saw me leave and followed me.

“Are you going for a walk?”

“Yes. Would you like to go with me?”

I had to pretend that nothing was wrong, so I naturally recommended a walk. The hero nodded, stood next to me and started walking. It’s early morning, but I saw diligent people already preparing for business. The touts were drinking water and warming up, and the vendors were closing their tents and filling the stalls, praying for good business today.

“Looking here, it seems like the war is over.”

At my words, the warrior nodded. Tragedy still overflowed on one side, but thanks to that, I can lead a daily life here. The hero stopped a milk cart passing by him. He picked out two milk bottles sealed with stoppers and pulled out a coin from his wallet.

The merchant who received the money with both hands rattled off and disappeared, and I took the milk and said.

“thank you. I will drink well.”

“I really hope the war is over. Now, when the war is over, people in the frontline areas will be able to live in peace like this.”

I nodded my head at the warrior’s words. The freshly squeezed milk was slightly fishy and had a rich, savory taste. After wiping the drops from his mouth and looking to the side, the hero also had a white beard on his face. As I pretended to rub my upper lip, the hero also wiped his face with his sleeve and laughed.

“The hero also wipes his face with his sleeve.”

“You can’t carry napkins around.”

At the words of the hero, I shook my head and said.

“Among the imperial nobility, there was a class that made servants carry handkerchiefs. Even when they ate, a servant next to them wiped their faces. After watching them, seeing the warrior wipe his face with his sleeve, it feels a little fresh. It is natural.”

“When I go back, I will wipe my face again with a napkin. Because that’s the way it is. It didn’t come off well if I scrubbed my face with a luxurious dress.”

“Have you tried it?”

The warrior blushed.

“The last time I went back to the capital, I did it without thinking while I was eating in my pajamas. You should have seen the look on the chief chamberlain’s frightened expression.”

I burst out laughing. I’ve heard things similar to her story.

“I must have seen it. Even in the Empire, such stories were often heard. There was a story that the imperial prince was eating, and the chief chamberlain was beaten for eating after wiping his face with his hands for copying a scene from a novel.”

“It was too much for me to beat you.”

“You can’t attack the noble lineage of the empire, can you? You don’t get beaten in the kingdom instead, do you?”

The warrior nodded.

“My father was passionate about education, but he didn’t want to teach until he hit him. When my father was young, servants were beaten for all sorts of trivial reasons, and he said he wanted to stop that in his generation.”

The hero made a strange expression as he said that.

“…I don’t know if it will happen sooner or later.”

I found her concerns a bit ridiculous. The person who would soon become a hero who defeated the demon king and saved the country made such an expression because he was worried about every single hawk in the palace.

“Who will hit the warrior? Sooner or later, the warrior will be equally loved by all the people of this kingdom. He should be called a hero of a dignified country and a benevolent warrior who loves everyone.”

The warrior seemed to find that word funny.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

I didn’t mean to be funny, so I looked at the hero with a slightly embarrassed face. The passers-by were also watching the warrior’s smile. He laughed for a long time, wiping away the tears, and took a deep breath to straighten his posture.

The warrior who saw me again with that correct attitude asked,

“What do you think, uncle?”

“You mean after you catch the Demon King?”

“Yes.”

People were passing us by. In the middle of the boulevard, time seemed to pass quickly except for us. People are screaming for patrons, and people with luggage are avoiding us.

For a moment, I had the illusion that I was in the downtown area of the empire. Well-paved roads and armed knights walking the streets. I joke while patting Muspel on the shoulder, and Muspel points out my actions with a glum face.

One of the junior knights points to a street vendor and proposes to us, and Muspel also moves towards the street vendor with an interesting expression. While patrolling while sharing food together, when someone shouted ‘Help me’, no matter who said it first, they grabbed the hilt and ran out.

First, Muspell, who caught the pickpocket, receives a reward, and we eat as a souvenir of Muspel, and say this.

‘Our future leader. For Muspel!’

If a junior knight does that, he will follow in a clumsy way of speaking.

‘for!’

I blinked. This high street has no paved roads, and no comrades patrolling with me. The castle was much smaller than the empire, and there were no faces I knew or shops I frequented.

What are you going to do after you catch the demon lord?

“…..I do not know.”

I’ve never given a proper answer to this question.

The hero stared at me like that and asked.

“…How is life surrounded by women?”

“…not bad. I will ask for a castle full of pretty girls.”

I answered without thinking, and the hero smiled and nodded with a strange expression.

…..why are you laughing?