There Was a Porter Who Would One Day Be Called a Prophet - There Was a Porter Who Would One Day Be Called a Prophet chapter 213

213 – The exiled porter dreams of revenge

‘As expected, the right answer was to stick next to this guy as soon as he came in.’

I glanced at the seat next to me.

“Big…! Puheup…!”

Nero bites his lip and holds back his laughter, wondering what’s so funny.

Honestly, even if it were me, I was fooled. How can they be suspicious when they are naturally sitting side by side with their side?

I was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected appearance of an outsider. King Diamonte of Amperio asked Nerowa.

“Nero, who is that person next to you? I always thought he was your subject…”

“Oh, I’m sorry about this. The reaction was too interesting so I’ll stop.”

After barely managing to catch his breath, he opened his mouth.

“Let me tell you about this person, he was the porter for the warrior Pitti until not long ago.”

“What?!”

“Then doesn’t that mean you are their colleagues!”

When my affiliation was revealed to the world, there was a more intense reaction than before.

“Georg! Why did you say that!”

“What? Are you saying this is entirely my fault? You didn’t even nod your head at what I said just now!”

The kings soon begin to argue among themselves. Fearing that they were high-ranking people, they were eager to shift responsibility to each other.

It looks like those people are in charge of each country.

‘This will make things much easier, right?’

That time when I was secretly amazed by their teamwork like bean powder.

“Now is not the time for us to be like this.”

King Maximus of Marfan opened his mouth.

“Isn’t it more important what to do with the author who overheard our conversation?”

“I agree. If this story reaches the Emperor’s ears, we will be finished.”

“But that’s also a problem if you kill him right here…”

The conversation about whether or not to kill me continued.

“Everyone is so serious. Please calm down, everyone.”

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Now everyone was laughing, as Nero tried to mediate.

“Come on Nero! No way, you were thinking like this from the beginning…!”

“What are you thinking? He only stayed because he wanted to be with us.”

“What? So you’re saying I’m a traitor?”

“Well, he’s a bit of a traitor. Please tell me you came to defect.”

I heard that the National Intelligence Service will grant whatever you want if you secure a defector. Isn’t there something like that here?

“Shut up! It’s not the place for a lowly bastard like you to open your mouth!”

Georg sharply refuses my request to change his title.

I guess it doesn’t exist.

He let out a harsh warning through one ear and opened his mouth.

“Where should I start talking about this? I was originally a man with many dreams. Everyone dreams of becoming a hero at least once, right?”

“I’m not curious at all, so shut your mouth!”

“But the wall called reality was very high. There were more people with more talent than me than there were stones rolling on the side of the road.”

No matter what others said, I continued the story honestly.

“But I didn’t give up. I was okay with doing odd jobs, so I literally begged with my hands and feet for them to just order me to do anything. As a result, I was able to accompany them on their journey in the name of a porter.”

“Stop! Are you trying to buy my virginity? I told you it was nonsense!”

“It’s a virgin.”

I quietly stretched out my hand and brought it to my head.

-Sigh.

The hood he was wearing went down, revealing his dark black hair.

“I’ve never received sympathy, so I don’t really understand what it is.”

“….”

The sound of someone taking a breath was heard here and there. So much so that even Nero, who had been torn apart, gave up at that moment.

“Because of this hair color that was left to me by parents I didn’t even know, I was always labeled as being of mixed blood with a demon. Being ripped off from my wages was standard, and getting beaten up for no reason while walking down the street was a daily occurrence.”

I closed my eyes gently, as if holding back the overwhelming emotions.

“Still, I wanted to confidently shout out that they were wrong. I firmly believed that if even I could do my part among heroes, their perception of me would definitely change.”

It would be nice if it ended here, but the story is not over.

“But even the people I thought were heroes were no different from everyone else. The meals I did my best to serve and the sleep I barely prepared. They kept berating me, asking me if this was all I could do, and it made me increasingly tired.”

Start with trivial reasons.

“If that was all it was, I wouldn’t have done this. If a monster appeared along the way, he would throw me in front of it, telling me to resolve it with words. When he ran away for his life and barely survived, he said that to me. He said the way he ran away was so funny.”

Until the moment when my life was in danger.

“I understand by giving in a hundred times. They are also human, and humans are bound to have emotions. They also need a way to vent.”

I understand, I tried to understand. That’s what he said.

“But then what do you mean about me? Are you saying I’m not human?”

But I guess I couldn’t hold it any longer and my voice gradually started to tremble. No one present dared to open their mouths due to the devastating revelations that came out of his mouth.

“In the end, my will was worn out. The desire to be recognized soon turned into resentment, and the resentment soon turned into hatred.”

I raised my head and looked at Georg.

“You called me a traitor earlier, right?”

“Well, that’s…”

Tallulah stutters after being told something absurd.

“I’m not trying to say anything in particular. I guess there’s a word that suits me better than traitor.”

Ian muttered in frustration.

“What I do from now on will be a betrayal of the empire.”

The words he uttered seemed heavy, as if they contained a person’s life.

While everyone was silent.

“I understand that your situation is difficult, but even if I did, trusting you is a different matter.”

Diamonte makes decisions based on reason rather than being swayed by emotions.

Then Ian stared at him and shook his head.

“It looks like you don’t understand the situation.”

“What…?”

Ian responded to his words and opened his mouth.

“They say I am the only way for you to win against the Empire.”

The young man who was frustrated and blocked by the wall of reality was nowhere to be found.

A vengeful spirit with only a burning desire for revenge against the empire is taking its place.

“Dealing with the Empire! We can’t say anything…”

“If you refuse, Saldena will pull out a sword, but will you be able to do that even then?”

“….”

Diamonte can’t even make a sound when he says he knows everything.

“Well, I understand your situation. That’s why I’m here.”

I thought he was just a guy with a story to tell, but before I knew it, the control of the conversation had passed to him.

“As much as I have been working with the warrior party, I remember everything we talked about. About the dynamics of the empire and what to do here.”

Dynamics of the empire. At those words, the eyes of the kings turned to him.

“At the moment of rise and fall, there was always a traitor. Even the great kingdoms of the past fell apart without even leaving a name.”

After saying that, he immediately looked at the kings.

“But now, a traitor from history is reaching out to you.”

Making eye contact with each person.

“What do you think? You have a place in history with me.”

***

“There is no other way to do this.”

“Even Nero talks like that….”

The kings ultimately decided to accept Ian.

This was largely due to his defense with Nero and the fact that he kept his mouth shut despite being aware that he was planning a rebellion in advance.

‘Why is everyone so convinced and move on?’

Except for Gingerbell, the King of Porgia.

Motivation, process, reason, etc. Nothing was missing.

In other words, it was so perfect. To the point where I wonder if it was prepared in advance just for this time.

“….”

There was a lot he wanted to say, but he quietly got up and headed outside.

-Jump, jump, jump.

The place where he stopped was the bathroom. As soon as the gold handle caught his eye, his erect eyebrows furrowed.

It was very annoying to see even the place where I did my business being compared to my own country, Porgia.

-Jiik.

He entered the toilet with a partition structure and pulled down his pants.

“Haa….”

I always felt this way, but this place was very uncomfortable. To the point where he felt that the fact that he was king was nothing more than a shackle.

He hated the way the other kings spoke and behaved when they implicitly ignored him, but what he hated most was his own helplessness, unable to even say a word.

Porgia, the weakest of the seven western countries, was in a state where the flags of other countries could be raised at the moment of inconvenience.

Porgia, who was like a candle in the wind, was able to maintain the country until now, ironically, because it was so weak.

Excluding Saldena, the five countries each had their eyes on the other, so the moment one country made a move to eat Porgia, other countries interfered and the situation was repeated, making it difficult to do anything.

As a result, it became difficult to even borrow money from other countries.

A country that has fallen to the point where it cannot protect itself.

Ginger Belle wanted to let go of everything and become comfortable. But the people left behind were the problem. It is no exaggeration to say that their entire lives are barely at their fingertips.

Now that he finally had the ability to store food for the winter, it was obvious that if he let go, his people would starve to death before other countries could invade.

War in this situation? Like other countries, Porgia could not afford to wage war. What should the women who will be left behind eat and stay?

The desire to oppose was like a chimney, but if you refuse, it is as obvious as fire that the people of Porgia, who were swallowed up by Saldena, will be reduced to meat shields.

As if that wasn’t enough, a man named Ian suddenly came out and poured oil on it. He offered to provide information about the empire.

It’s said to be suspicious, but since the emperor’s schedule was also revealed in the future, it will be revealed quickly when informants compare it.

If what he says is true, a detailed invasion plan will be made. One way or another, the survival of one’s country is at stake.

“Is that the last day when Porgia’s flag will be flown…?”

He couldn’t stop worrying even when he was running errands, so when he pulled up his pants and headed outside, there he was.

“Huh? Were you inside?”

Ian. The one who brought the war forward was looking at himself.