The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

107 – Endless (9)

Kiberes does not resist.

But everyone was watching. He hasn’t drawn his sword, nor has he shown any hostility towards Caybereth, but he’s hoping she’ll give him some ‘spleen’ order.

Soldiers and villagers were all like that.

I was so scared of the magic crystals embedded everywhere, and the selfish thought of not wanting to die here kept running through my head. If they could survive here, the vague anticipation and urgency that there might be some hope in their lives was clouding their rational judgment.

“Surrender, humans! We do not want your death! There is only one thing you want! It’s just the neck of Kebereth!”

Stauffen’s solemn voice echoed from beyond the walls. The figure shouting to kill quickly was more evil than anyone else, but there were no people who could openly oppose him.

But no one has the courage to kill this commander who has protected them so far.

There were people gathering here who were sending pitiful glances, hoping that someone would give the gun to them, hoping only for Kiberes’ own decision.

Cayberes lowered his head, unable to see his gaze, and could not bear to give orders to his soldiers to continue fighting or to oppose him.

The older woman looked at him while smoking a cigarette.

It was complicated.

In a way, this situation, like an absurd play, was so complicated.

His hand kept going to the cigarette, and only Stauffen’s voice resonated in the world.

Black smoke was rising from the collapsed house, and the tombstones were still clean.

Watching the woman he had hated ever since taking office with her back drooping and her head hanging down made me feel bad. I thought it would be refreshing when this situation came, but my mouth was stuffy and I felt bad.

It was not a sight worth seeing over and over again.

Her gloomy back made even the woman herself depressed.

He did not want to be part of a selfish group that encouraged suicide.

So the woman turned her head toward the tombstone.

The tomb of the dead husband was tilted slightly due to the vibration, and he was looking straight at the woman. The moment she saw her husband’s name written on the tombstone, she felt as though her eyes had met.

[A man who has fought his whole life for his family. Sleep here.]

I saw her husband’s tombstone.

Those who gave their lives to protect this land from demons were on the tombstones.

The woman’s face flushed and she lowered her head.

In front of the dead, what kind of skit is this?

That demon commander would have given up a lot and set out to protect us, but that’s why even now he can’t bear to say anything and just hangs his head.

If we abandon her here, what are we left with?

He threw the cigarette, which had been burnt up to his fingertips, on the floor and crushed it with his shoe.

As she strode forward, the eyes of the soldiers and villagers gathered on her. Her movement in the village had a different weight.

Kiberes closed his eyes as he watched her walk.

The fierce gaze and unstoppable movement hinted at the future, so I didn’t want to see the next one.

But even in the pitch-black darkness, I could hear footsteps stopping and breathing being swallowed.

Like sailors against the waves, she tried to prepare for the next shock by imagining it in advance.

Outbursts of verbal abuse and cries to kill. All of these things I had never experienced before, but I had to face them.

Because she was a demon after all.

It is natural that water and oil cannot be mixed.

“What are you doing?”

the woman cries

Even when the urge to cover his ears catches his breath.

“What the hell do you want to do, staring at that woman?”

The woman’s question, like sunlight gathered in a magnifying glass, was directed to the soldier standing in front.

“What are you talking about?”

“Yes? Oh that… … .”

Kiberes raised his head. When I opened my eyes, I saw people panicking. She too looked at the woman with a puzzled face. The woman who seemed to hate herself for the rest of her life was still pointing her finger at the soldier with a ferocious face.

“you! You! Why are you looking at the commander? What do you want to say? If you are a man, speak like a man! Why are you keeping your mouth shut like that?”

There were no soldiers to answer.

Had they not been shameless enough to answer confidently, Caybereth would have already been decapitated and hung at the gate.

The woman was standing on the border.

A dry land where not a single blade of grass has grown, and a vegetable garden where grass has grown like a pasture. Standing on the border between the army and the village, she looked at the villagers and said in a low voice. Her eyes were red, and her breathing was shaking. She struggled to suppress her emotions and continued.

“My husband was killed by demons.”

The woman’s hand pointed to the graveyard.

“It’s buried there.”

People’s eyes turned to the graveyard. Bouquets still remain. and a clean graveyard. Strictly managed cemeteries brought sighs to those who saw them. The woman looked into the air and said.

“I still remember that day vividly. The corpse was dragged on a trolley, and it was a miserable appearance that I couldn’t open my eyes to see. There was a necklace with my portrait on it. At that time, I held my husband’s hand and made a promise. I will live proudly even for you. And even if I die, I will be by your side, with you.”

The woman squeezed the necklace that had been worn around her neck with her hand. A necklace with her husband’s portrait on it. Once, this trend, which started in the capital city, was now something that only old-fashioned old people took care of. The woman’s hand pointed to Kebereth.

“That woman is a demon. The demons say they will spare us if we kill that woman.”

Kabeles stood up involuntarily. Both the soldiers and the people listened attentively to the next words that her low voice continued. The woman asked, clutching the necklace tightly.

“Everyone, is that what you live for?”

People lowered their heads. The soldiers could not make eye contact with Kayberes and averted their gaze. There were also those who wept through tightly pressed helmets. the woman spoke

“If you survive that way, is that really living? Will the people who died first rejoice? Can I confidently say that when we met our families later in the afterlife, we stabbed the commander who was protecting us in the back? Later, can you tell this story to your children?”

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No one answers

However, I could tell that she had changed the air. The decision of an older woman changed the wind that led to a cruel mistake.

“Those demons! They trampled on our land and harmed our families! Are you going to raise a white flag for them?”

A hand pointing over the wall. There were people who shook their heads, and there were people who answered in low voices.

One by one, they followed the voices of those who answered ‘no’, and gradually raised their voices as they looked at each other.

The woman raised her arms and shouted.

“We must fight! We have to show them that we are not easygoing people! If we add our strength, we can surely stop even the unbeatable soldiers!”

people boil People cheer as the heat explodes as if enough firewood is put in and a match is lit.

“No, that’s right! I said you only have to hold out until support comes!”

“Right! Commander did a good job, let’s fight too!”

“can do! We can!”

People were shouting. Kiberes stood in the command seat, staring blankly at them.

is this a dream?

Could such a happy reality exist?

She unknowingly pinched her face.

I pinched it with all my might, and it hurt so much that my cheek tingled. I frowned, laughed involuntarily, then raised my head again. Soldiers were shouting with spears, and a woman was looking at Kebereth.

People, everyone was looking at her.

Embarrassed by the sudden gathering of gazes, she blinked, and the older woman said.

“What are you doing? People say they will fight, but you have to lead.”

sore throat

But I couldn’t cry here. Because this joy should be enjoyed together with the news of victory.

She struggled to hold back the tears welling up to her chin and rubbed her face with her hands. He laughed hard with a red face and shouted.

“…Then, I will give you instructions! Here these personnel boil water in a pot and… … .”

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Stauffen hardened his face.

He was looking at the wall, expecting a flag of surrender, but all he could hear from beyond the wall were cheers and cheers. They thought they had broken their morale enough, but for unknown reasons, they revived and joined forces with each other.

Stauffen gritted his teeth and muttered.

“You can’t do that. That means a traitor.”

However, despite that voice, Kayberes appeared on top of the castle with soldiers.

“Staufen! Your tricks don’t work! We will not surrender! You cannot pass this place!”

Soldiers full of determination, dignified Kayberes.

Seeing that mutual trust grew stronger, Stauffen lost his temper.

“attack! attack! kill them all! Show that traitors have no mercy!”

“If we hold on until support comes, we win! Stop them from going over the wall!”

The tsunami, the tsunami of demons attacked again.

But Kiberes was no longer afraid.