The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party - The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party chapter 116

116 – Birth of a family (6)

At the border, it seemed that Stauffen had not hardened.

Although he is still commanding troops on the frontlines, the majority of opinions were that the momentum and sharpness of his strategy were not the same as before. In addition, there was news that the number of surrenders among the demons was increasing due to rumors that the operation was blocked due to the great performance of Ciberes.

The demons who surrendered were scheduled to receive temporary correctional labor in a camp within the kingdom, and their treatment was to be decided after the war was over.

So, the war situation was moving little by little.

Our Hero party, who was recovering, was also preparing while resting little by little.

The busiest were Lena and the hero.

During the break, the warrior began to devote himself to training every day in order to revive the sense of battle he had lost. The sight of him wielding his sword to the extent that his face was drenched in sweat made him feel like a child studying for a test to receive a toy.

It’s the feeling of bringing out one’s potential to the fullest with some intense and tempting motive.

Ashuria, too, was often watching her training or sparring her, as if she was both curious and worried about such a hero.

“Miele. What are you doing?”

“yes! I am writing a letter to my mother!”

Millet seems to have taken pleasure in writing letters lately. I wrote several letters to Buñuel and sent them, and before waiting for a reply, I was writing another letter. Did she miss her mother because the war was nearing its end? I asked as I sat across from her.

“What kind of letters do you write like that?”

The name Benuel lingered in my mouth like the right coffee for me. I thought there was nothing to see or hear about again, but it was nice to hear it like this. Millet, startled by my question, covered the letter and turned around and shouted:

“You can’t look!”

“Oops, I didn’t mean to steal.”

When I shook my hand and said I wouldn’t look at it, Millet slipped the letter into the bag as if she wasn’t relieved. Then he smiled again and asked me.

“Porter-.”

A voice that stretches the end of my name much longer than usual. I told her

“Yes. Millet.”

“Isn’t my mother beautiful?”

“Yes. Wasn’t she a great beauty?”

“Are you in good shape?”

“Yes. It was.”

“yes?”

When Millet opened her eyes wide and looked at me, I felt a cold sweat break out.

“…That’s what it seemed like.”

“Ah, that’s what you meant! That’s it!”

Miele smiled brightly again and moved to another desk with the letter.

At the desk across from her, Lena was checking the letter and smiling. I don’t know who she is sending the letter to, but when I look at her face, she has a strange smile as if she is reading a letter from her nephew.

So, I was about to become the most idle person in this inn.

There is no need to disturb the busy-looking group. The porter’s job is to assist the warrior’s party, but even if he can’t assist, how can he be called a porter if he interrupts his rest and duties?

What the hell is the porter of the hero’s party supposed to do when he’s free?

Beyond the inn, I saw a bar sign.

Come to think of it, it seems like I haven’t been able to go to the bar often because I’ve been busy with work.

As the day to catch the demon king approaches, I often think of the old days, but I couldn’t hold someone in my arms to erase my memories. I want to meet the widow while drinking after a long time.

I cautiously got out and walked to the bar.

While I was out, the party members waved their hands or gave simple greetings as if they were busy with their own business.

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“Hey, wait you.”

As I was about to open the bar door and enter, I suddenly turned my head away in embarrassment when a tough-looking man grabbed my shoulder. The big man had pectoral muscles as wide as a grater and arms like those of a bull.

He growled, showing off his wrinkled brow and the scar in his eye.

“You are a member of the Hero party, right?”

“…Yes, but… … .”

“get out. You will not be accepted as a guest.”

I haven’t even set foot yet, but the order to celebrate has fallen. I was taken aback, but with a smile on my face, I pushed the door open and said.

“Oh, why are you like that? Yeah? Let’s have a drink. Is it because it’s daytime? I’m not kidding… … .”

The half-open door slammed shut again. He could win if he fought, but there was nothing good about beating villagers in broad daylight. I tried to explain by asking why, but the man shook his head roughly and replied.

“You, there are rumors around here. Is it normal to seduce women to sleep in a bar and then run away?”

It is said that a horse without feet can travel a thousand li, and it seems that he passed through the village and spread all sorts of rumors. I just had a one night stand by mutual agreement. I said with a smile.

“Oops, that’s a misunderstanding. Misunderstanding. Yes. I’m not just catching any woman like that, just women without husbands… … .”

The man’s face twisted at my words, and he spat on the floor and shouted.

“…Isn’t this a complete scumbag? get out! Get out of here before you call people and embarrass you!”

“…write.”

I scratched my head and turned around. It was fortunate that the tavern was the only place where the congratulatory order fell. I could pass the time leisurely drinking tea at a nearby cafe.

However, the man who guarded the bar was watching my every move with his eyes wide open as if he would not let me go, and I drew a V-ja to such a man and enjoyed the daily scenery of the car and the village.

Thus ended my afternoon without any harvest or pleasure. When I returned to the inn, the hero who had finished training was sitting on the first floor wearing a coat over a shirt. As if she had just finished taking a bath, her body smelled of soap, and Ashria next to her was stretching with a slightly tired face.

Lena made eye contact with me as she entered, blinked and smiled.

“Oh my, uncle. did you come in early? I thought you would go somewhere and do something bad.”

“There seems to be some misunderstanding in the village. I was beaten at the door.”

“yes? Too bad.”

Lena said that and patted my shoulder. It seemed that the atmosphere was low enough that I should encourage it. She opened the door I had entered and spoke into my ear.

“Don’t be so heartbroken. As a reward for enduring like this today, women might fall from the sky later, right?”

It was a fun story to think about. They say women are falling from the sky, and that daydreaming is fun when it comes to things that don’t make sense. I laughed at that and nodded my head.

“That would be great.”

Lena smiled at my words and nodded.

“right?”

Then, the hero, Ashuria, and Millet all suddenly laughed, and when our eyes met, they looked at different places and started talking about each other.

“Ah, by the way, the uncle is here too. Shall we eat?”

“Me, me, me too! I was hungry!”

“How about eating onion soup again?”

Lena, who was about to go out, shook her hand at the voice deciding on the menu for the meal.

“Ah, wait 10 minutes. I’ll be leaving soon Onion soup, too.”

The onion soup is enticing. As if the chef had been waiting, he cut the onion into chunks and began to slowly fry them in a frying pan. The faint smell of onions spread through the inn, and the warrior stretched out and said,

“I don’t know how long it has been since I practiced so diligently. Before, it felt like I was hitting a wall, but it feels like something is breaking through little by little. Should I say I crossed the wall?”

“It is because I am well motivated.”

“These days, I also enjoy delicious food, feel good, and have fun every day!”

Ashuria looked at Millet happily and said.

“It’s because I was growing up.”

“It’s because it motivates me!”

I leaned back on the backrest and looked at the party members. Always energetic, bright, and harmonious team members.

Today, it was nice to see these party members feeling especially brighter and more positive.

I prayed in a low voice with my hands together.

Even if I’m not there, I hope these people can continue to be happy.

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dark back alley. A stern-looking man with scars on his eyes was lying on his back like a dog in a back alley, watching. The woman with bobbed orange hair looked down at the man and was waving her purse. The man broke into a cold sweat while making an ecstatic expression at the sound of coins ringing in his ears.

“…Well, by the way, did I just have to shout at the party of the warriors like that?”

The woman nodded in response to the man’s question.

“yes? are you okay. are you okay. It was a bit over the line when I said you were a scumbag, but things haven’t gotten any worse, so I’ll just forgive you.”

The man lowered his head even more when he heard that the woman was forgiving.

“Go, thank you!”

said Lena.

“Because if you keep blocking the tavern like that, it raises suspicion. Let go of people in moderation and stop them from doing that now. Understand?”

“Yes!”

Lena stretched out and disappeared in the direction of the inn. The man with the money looked around and ran in the opposite direction without hesitation.