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 220

220 – Ah, this is called searching

Diamonte followed Ian to protect his pride as a man.

Ian, who was guiding him deep into the castle, stopped in front of a room.

– Knock. Knock knock. Smart.

When he knocked on the door at regular intervals, the door opened with the sound of being unlocked, and someone with a familiar face walked out from inside.

“You even brought the King of Amperio…”

Gingerbell, the King of Porgia, greets him with a slightly tired expression.

When Dia Monte saw that, he glared at Ginger Belle and said, as if he had some regrets about the fact that everyone was there except him.

“No matter how bad our relationship is, you can leave me out of a situation like this. This is unfortunate.”

Even though he is old, Diamonte says he is upset.

“….”

However, Ginger Belle just looked at him pitifully and did not react in any way.

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Diamonte felt uncomfortable because the gaze seemed to be questioning his rigidity.

“Tsk, you’re treating me like this after talking face to face with your father.”

I clicked my tongue like a small person and went inside.

The scene of a crazy orgy arrived like that.

Contrary to his expectations that it would be full of panting sounds and a strange atmosphere, it was very quiet.

“What is this smell…?”

The smell of burnt meat and a terrible odor, as if someone had been rude, were coming from beyond the curtain that divided the center.

As he held his nose and frowned, Ian, who followed, gave an unasked explanation.

“I thought you might be hungry, so I served you some meat, but this is it. I guess I should have had a male cook prepare it.”

“A chef? What do you mean?”

“Would you have invited an ordinary chef to a situation like this?”

Ian looked at him and said with a grin.

“Imagine the sight of a female body wearing only an apron and gently stroking her buttocks.”

Diamonte could not control his mouth opening as the explanation continued.

She definitely doesn’t think she could stand it if a woman dressed in such a dizzying outfit was doing that in front of her.

Her buttocks are twitching just barely enough to make them visible or invisible. What is so important about her meat?

‘Are you saying there was such a desirable culture in the empire…? ‘

He also expressed his admiration, saying that there was a reason why it ranked first in birth rate.

“So you’re saying there’s a reason for this bad smell?”

Then Ian scratched his cheek and answered, perhaps out of embarrassment.

“Well, among the women prepared is a prisoner… It looks like she was incontinent due to reaching climax.”

“Did she say she’s a prisoner now…?”

Diamonte flinches at the sound of being a prisoner.

“She’s not just a beastman. She didn’t know what you would like, so she prepared a variety of races.”

Ian shrugs her shoulders, saying that she probably has everything except her demons.

“She… can you tell me what kind of beast she is?”

Ian answered the question he suddenly had many questions about.

“I thought a herbivorous beast would be better for those who are new to it, so I prepared a sheep beast. Once you get a taste of the fluffy fur and the warmth that comes from it, ordinary women won’t even notice it.”

“…It’s a sheep beast. So it must have horns as well.”

“Huh? What now…?”

“I want to ask you something.”

He muttered something to himself, then suddenly grabbed his weight and asked in a serious tone:

“Is there any milk coming out of that beast?”

“…Yes?”

Ian froze for a moment at the unexpected and shallow question.

Diamonte continued with tears in his eyes.

“Actually, ever since I was little, I’ve always wanted to hug a beastman. I had a wish to grab the horns on her head and hit them violently.”

He told a heartbreaking story about how he had no choice but to give up on his dream because of the emperor’s slave emancipation decree, right before he could achieve it.

“How many times have I imagined having s*x and being held in those warm furs and quenching my thirst with flowing milk…”

Diamonte wipes away tears as he says that he has given up half of his life, but has finally achieved his dream.

“Uh… Um… I see. Maybe it won’t come out…?”

“I hope so.”

He approached his curtain with a swollen heart.

“Ugh….”

Then a familiar voice began to be heard from beyond.

‘I never thought that Balisong would moan like that.’

Not only Georg, who was reputed to be a libertine, but also Maximus, who was reputed to be a pathetic man.

‘How much do you have to do to make them all sound like they’re dying like that?’

However, he did not change his thoughts about wanting to be in the same situation as them.

‘How long has it been since I felt this way?’

As his lower abdomen began to feel heavy ahead of his death, he hesitated for a moment due to the sense of immorality of leaving his wife and embracing another woman.

‘But is it really okay to do this? .’

“What are you so worried about?”

As he pondered, he immediately heard a devilish whisper.

“The true meaning of this party is to throw away things like respect and let out your desires.”

When Diamonte heard those words, it was difficult to bear it. Because I was so curious about the scenery beyond that curtain.

“That kind of clothing is not appropriate in a place like this.”

Ian encourages him to take off his clothes, saying that there is an appropriate dress code for the bachelor party.

I reassured myself that this was just a matter of assessing the usefulness of a foreign country’s good culture as a king before introducing it.

In the end, Diamonte stands naked in front of the curtain.

-Sarak.

With such a pounding and excited heart, let’s close the curtains.

“…!”

Diamonte was so surprised by the sight that unfolded before his eyes that he could not help but hold his breath.

“Huh…”

“Queueuuu…

There, kings with their bodies blackened here and there are sitting on chairs with their arms and legs tied and moaning in pain, and the furry sheep beast that satisfies his s*xual tastes is good to grip, even if he washes his eyes and looks for it. It wasn’t visible.

I can’t believe the top leaders of each country are being treated like this.

“What the hell is this…!”

That time when I was in a situation where I couldn’t believe it, and I was shaking around withered items and not knowing what to do.

-Bwaaak!

The back of my head felt stiff from the sudden shock, and I fell forward as if I was a doll whose strings had been cut.

“Even if it’s not a naked apron, if you see the defenseless back of your head flashing before your eyes, it’s still an unbearable sight.”

In his fading consciousness, the last thing he saw was Ian holding a blood-stained ashtray.

“Tie him up properly, too.”

“Yes.”

Then Nerowa appeared from nowhere and started tying his limbs.

“Yes…They…”

Just before he lost his mind. A mean voice sounded in his ear.

“You should have taken good care of the back of your head.”

***

Same time.

“How on earth did you make those breasts…?”

Thalia, hiding her body in the moonlit wall, was muttering to herself with a shocked expression on her face.

“Why is Topju doing that again?”

“It looks like you were quite shocked by the hero’s appearance.”

When Aria asked her question, Reyna glanced at Thalia and said.

“Well, it’s only natural. I couldn’t believe it when I saw it at first.”

He was handsome for a man, but he didn’t know he could pull it off so perfectly.

“…I see.”

Aria, who knew the inside story, avoided her gaze, saying she asked for no reason.

“But why do you know the etiquette of female nobles so well?”

Aria’s face turned pale at the innocent but sharp question asked by the saint.

“…You must have been educated because a day like this might come. Isn’t that Durandal?”

“When I think about it, that’s true too.”

Thanks to the fact that he was doing his best in everything, the situation passed without much doubt.

“I really shouldn’t get caught…”

When the saintess let out an uneasy expression, Aria spoke.

“I can only hope that Durandal does well…”

Their eyes were fixed on the carriage that had just stopped in front of the castle gate.

***

“Stop.”

As one of the guards guarding the gate aimed her spear, a brown-haired woman with her cap pulled down pulled the reins of her horse.

Then the carriage gradually slowed down and came to a complete stop.

‘The coachman is a woman. ‘That’s odd.’

The coachman’s gender was surprising, but that’s it. Since a thorough inspection was the only way to survive, now was the time to focus on your main job.

“Where did it come from?”

“This is Elizabeth from Count Anemone.”

In response to the coachman’s answer, the guard began examining the exterior of the carriage.

‘This carriage belongs to the temple….’

As nobles tried to show off their family, it was natural for their carriages to also have the family symbol embedded in them. However, this carriage only has a simple cross drawn on it.

The coachman opened her mouth as he looked in her eyes, indicating that she needed an explanation.

“Not long ago, the family’s carriage was lent to the temple as it was needed to transport those who had been swept away by the sea. However, the condition of the carriage that returned was not so good, so they sent it in for repairs and the temple refused to let it go until it was repaired. “They sent me for a ride.”

What else can I say? I thought all nobles were rotten, but it seems like the world is still worth living in.

“Then I will confirm your identity.”

When the guard shouted, the coachman got off her horse and opened the carriage door.

Sigh.

Soon, a neat-looking woman covering her mouth with her fan carefully stepped forward.

Orange hair with a slight hint of red. It seemed to flutter with her movements and dye the surroundings with her colors.

“….”

“….”

Although they could only see the eyes, the guards were fascinated by the elegant appearance and stared at the figure blankly, forgetting their duties.

“I am Elizabeth Fleur Anemone, the second daughter of Count Anemone.”

Soon, a clear tone came from beyond her fan and introduced herself.

“Ah, yes…”

When the orange eyes turned towards him, the guard stuttered as if his mouth was broken.

She held out her invitation, but she didn’t notice anything like that.

He stopped reading her and was eager to capture her in his eyes even a little more.

“You may come in…”

But eventually the time of separation comes.

“Thank you.”

My heart suddenly hurt at the small, crooked eye smile that marked the finale.

Come to your senses. I’m a guard and he’s a noble.

I felt like my heart was being torn apart by the gap in status that could never be reached.

“For the first time in my life, I think I did a good job doing this…”

A colleague next to her also followed her back with his eyes and muttered something regretful.

As she tackles the enormous task of protecting the castle, she feels rewarded by nothing more than women.

“I think the same thing.”

She nodded, saying that today had never been more rewarding.

***

An elderly man sitting in a chair with his head down.

I flinch.

He lifted his eyelids with difficulty, perhaps coming to his senses from the dizzy feeling in the back of his head.

“This is…”

A situation where all the kings except Nero and Ginger Belle are tied to chairs.

He was no different from them, his limbs were tied.

At the last moment, he remembered Ian looking down at him and gritted his teeth as if he were indignant.

‘No way was this the intention from the beginning… !’

There are degrees of manipulation.

Going into enemy territory alone and selling information? This can be happen.

However, no agent does anything to instigate war. Even the emperor of the world would not give such a bold command.

‘What on earth is this crazy person doing…? .’

One way or another, it doesn’t change the fact that I was caught by a dangerous person.

The moment when he thinks of a way out.

“I thought it would happen slowly.”

I felt my heart sink at the sound of words coming from close by.

When I raised my head, there it was.

“Are you awake?”

There was Ian looking over here and happily saying hello.

“Why? Are you disappointed because it’s not a woman? They said a man just needs the strength to use spoons, but it’s true.”

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“You bastard…!”

He laughed at himself for not being able to stand up even after his age, but soon he leveled his gaze and revealed his true colors.

“Salazar, it’s strange for him to come out so confidently. But then, your expressions are unusual.”

“You were planning to betray us from the beginning!”

“I have to say it right away. I was never on your side in the first place, so how can this be a betrayal?”

He asked for correction, asking what you meant by misunderstanding.

It was really unpleasant to see him tilting his head as if he was genuinely curious.

“Anyway, back to the main point, I just got the feeling from there.”

He came next to him, put his hand on his shoulder and said.

“I guess I revealed my cards to you guys.”

You can infer that just by looking at the facial expression.

“Ugh….”

“Looking at the reaction, I guess it’s true.”

Apart from being angry, I couldn’t help but acknowledge his ability.

But when he came to see the huge number of monsters, the empire and the warrior party were all seen as just a meal for the monsters.

“Do you think you can get away with this? How foolish! You’ve made a big mistake!”

I raised my voice, believing that if those monsters were released, I would be completely defeated.

“No matter what you do, you will never be able to make me open my mouth!”

The power difference will be that much certain.

“As expected, he doesn’t open his mouth easily.”

Ian muttered, “Yes, that’s right,” And walked towards the fireplace.

“What are you trying to do…!”

“For people living in modern society, search is part of their lives.”

He muttered something unintelligible and took out a poker to remove the remaining ashes from the burning flames.

-Chiiik.

For some reason, this poker glows yellow even in the dark.

When Ian saw that, he smiled in satisfaction and began to come closer to him.

His eyes widened as he began to see the shining part more and more clearly.

“There are ways to open it, so just leave it to me.”

The tip of the wide, burning triangle was identical to the wounds carved on the bodies of other kings.

-Rat! Rattling!

He tried to struggle to get free, but somehow the knot was tied, and the more he tried, the tighter his limbs became.

“Are you afraid I’ll ask you something I don’t know? Don’t worry. Even if you don’t know, I’ll tell you everything, so just relax.”

The sight of him patting my shoulder and telling me not to be nervous struck me as scary.

“Look at my age. It’s true for other kings, but if I’m tortured like that, I might die!”

Finally, he decided to rely on sympathy. Seeing that the other kings are still alive, it looks like they have no intention of killing them.

However, the person he placed his expectations on had a different mindset.

“You don’t have to worry about that. This isn’t torture.”

You’re saying it’s not torture? What is that guy talking about now?

As Diamonte looked up at him blankly, Ian’s eyes narrowed.

“What’s with that bright expression? I’m just searching to find the information I need.”

As the stick was pushed towards my face, a blazing heat suddenly hit me.

Only then did I understand why other kings ended up like that.

I must have realized too late that I was not someone I could communicate with.

Just like myself now.

“I was wrong! Everything! I’ll tell you everything! So please…!”

Even if his arms weren’t tied, he would have prayed for his hands to wear out, but cruelly, Ian shook his head.

At the same time, he lifted the poker, and the corner of his mouth, shadowed by the light emitted from it, grinned.

“Hello. It’s Jiggle, the best search engine of our time.”