The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

110 – no time (12)

“How are you, uncle?”

“Yes. Looks good.”

A herd of dozens of cows was circling in a circle in the open field with brooms attached to their tails. A thick cloud of dust rose upward, and the shouts of soldiers could still be heard from across the hill. Lena and I sat on the floor, scratching our heads, and the rancher told me with a nervous look.

“Is this what it is?”

“….Yes. It will.”

I calmed the terrified rancher, and Lena lay down on the floor and said,

“Since it’s the hero’s idea, I wonder if it will work, but that’s the case.”

Lena didn’t say anything behind her back. But both she and I were mindful of the possibility of failure. Wasn’t the operation itself too risky? The warrior’s strategy was as follows.

Even if all five of us entered, a commander like Stauffen would notice that we were small and would try to catch two rabbits using this opportunity. Even in normal conditions, it is impossible for 5 people to completely annihilate a large army, and if even one person is injured and power loss occurs, damage will occur.

[So, let Lena and the uncle gather livestock from the nearby ranch from now on and then keep roaming around here. Tie a broom to its tail to raise the dust.]

The movements of dozens of animals gathered in this way created an optical illusion and dust as if hundreds of horses were running across the meadow. Lena flicked her nails and glanced at the hill, then saw Ashuria walking.

Looking exhausted, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled at us, making a circle with her hands.

operation success. Seeing the dust, they retreated, fearing the large army.

Lena held out her palm to me without saying a word. Her face was full of fatigue. His eyes were stained black, and his lips were dry, so he looked like he had starved for days. She looked at me like that and giggled.

Apparently, my face was ruined to the same level.

Ashria was waving. Lena waved her hand and urged her to do it quickly.

I lightly touched the hand and made a sound.

match.

There was a cheerful sound announcing the end of the operation.

******

“AA AA AA.”

The warrior was lying on the floor. The demon soldiers had long since disappeared over the horizon, and the fields were full of corpses. If the warrior turns his head just a little,

The horse that had been riding all the way here was frothing and collapsed. As a side effect of taking the potion and treatment at the same time, the body became unable to stand up again. Millet, who was up on the wall, came down to the floor at once and walked towards the horse.

Then, looking back at the horse’s eyes, he whimpered and lightly stabbed the horse’s neck with his finger to end its breath.

“Oh right! Bowl! Blood, I need blood!”

Still thinking it was an absurd cheerfulness, the hero burst into laughter. Ashuria, who had gone to signal the porter and Lena, saw the blood gushing from the horse’s neck like a fountain and Millet holding onto the horse’s neck, not knowing what to do, made a mysterious expression.

Millet cried and said.

“Ashuria! The blood won’t stop!”

Ashuria looked at Millet with a warm gaze and said.

“millet. Creatures eventually die. stop letting go… … .”

Millet cut off Ashuria’s words.

“I need to get some blood before it cools down, do you have a bowl?”

“……”

The hero was able to read Ashuria’s expression. That expression was self-deprecating, ‘What did I expect?’ She shook her head to let us know that there was no bowl, and Miele said with a sad expression.

“Then Ashria. Can you bring this horse back to life? Because malfi has a lot of nutrients. Soldiers will like it too.”

“…isn’t he already dead? I cannot bring a dead horse back to life.”

“Then what does that mean?”

Ashuria confirmed another horse in the direction of Millet’s finger. The horse lying on its back, its legs trembling, struggled vigorously on the floor because it had not yet accepted its fate.

After thinking for a moment, Ashuria realized that even if she saved the horse, Millet would kill it, and that Millet would urge the soldiers to drink fresh horse blood. In order to prevent a situation where everyone becomes unhappy, noble sacrifices were sometimes necessary.

“…I have to give up feeding horse blood. There is nothing I can do on my own.”

“Black… ! Sorry… . Guys… … .”

Did the horse understand Millet’s words? He spat on the floor, bit into crab foam, and then threw his head on the floor and died.

Ashuria left Millet, who was trying to move the whole horse, and approached the hero.

“Warrior. The soldiers will misunderstand you if you lie here.”

“…I can’t stand it.”

I wasn’t cheating because I wanted a hug from the porter. After going through an unreasonable journey for a day, pouring potions, and forcibly pouring in strength to shrink them, the warrior was literally exhausted.

Ashuria held out her hand to such a hero and said.

“Get up. Even if you rest, shouldn’t you rest inside?”

“…Can we stay here a little longer? Uncle will come soon.”

It’s an awkward complaint that is obvious. Ashuria grinned and said no more.

“Uh huh?”

She put her on his shoulder, ignoring the hero’s squirming to resist. Even if the hero couldn’t resist by force, he continued to try to convince Ashuria with his mouth. However, only fools fall for obvious words, and Ashuria was not such a fool.

“That, ah, Ashuria… … . Because I’m tired… … .”

“As a colleague, I can’t bear to open my eyes and see the hero lying on the cold floor.”

“….really?”

Even when the hero gave a suspicious look, Ashuria only nodded with a happy and bright smile.

“Yes. Really.”

******

“The warrior’s party is coming. Open the gates.”

Kiberes barely wiped the tears from his face and gave the order. The soldiers hurriedly tugged at the doorknob, and she grabbed hold of it to support her weak leg.

“Collect the dead, transport the wounded. Make sure no civilians are injured.”

“Commander. What about the village?”

Magic stones exploded here and there in the village, leaving a swamp full of demonic energy. However, it was confirmed that the demonic energy that eroded the earth was decreasing, albeit little by little. As long as it wasn’t maintained for a long time through the magic crystal, even if strong demonic energy spewed out in an instant, the ground wouldn’t be eroded.

“…Wait a few weeks and it will go away on its own. Cleanup may speed it up, so think about where and how to put the villagers to sleep right now. If necessary, we have to arrange a place to sleep in the military camp.”

The war was not over, and there were many problems she had to solve due to the aftereffects of the battle. Her legs gave out, but she had to use her head.

The soldiers moved quickly. Someone was moving corpses, and someone was bandaging the heads of wounded soldiers or holding the hands of amputated patients. Kiberes passed them by, patting each one on the shoulder or holding their hand, and then moved on to the area where the civilians were.

Civilians cannot escape the fires of war. The old people who fought together on the wall were injured or fell, and the people who were hit by blind arrows and magic stone fragments that flew late were lined up on the floor.

Those who wore bandages and those who fortunately escaped the wrath of war. Nigel was among the lucky ones unscathed. She looked at Kiberes and smiled brightly as she wiped the small wound on her face.

Kayberes stroked her hair, then looked around. The woman was not among the sane people.

Maybe dead?

I still haven’t been able to say thank you.

I thought we could be friends now.

Kayberes’ eyes moved busily. As he checked the corpses one by one, his face became distorted and his breath quickened.

Every old man, every woman, they were all faces she knew.

Looking at those faces, it seemed that the legs that had managed to stand up were shaking again. Tears welled up in his eyes, and Kayberes breathed out, covering his eyes.

“…What are you looking for?”

And the older woman appeared from among the wounded and confronted Caybereth.

One arm was bandaged, and the face was bloodless. Cayberes rolled his eyes, not knowing what to say, when she appeared among the wounded. I had a lot to say, but it felt like I was suffocating when I faced it.

In doing so, a comical situation was created, as if two opponents were confronting each other. The older woman took the first step in this awkward atmosphere.

“……Why can’t the commander be so confident? don’t you have something to say? Even though my husband was a noncommissioned officer, he always went there confidently.”

He patted her on the shoulder to straighten it out and retightened the hem of her dress. Kabeles just watched the woman’s actions blankly.

The woman who had been resentful of her not too long ago was tidying up Kiberes’ clothes.

“Your clothes are dirty, and what will people say if you cry like that? So… … .”

The older woman opened her mouth and looked back at Kayberes’ face.

He smiled softly and reached for her cheek.

Wiping away the tears, the woman licks her lips. He looked around and smiled awkwardly, then tapped Kiberes on the shoulder and said,

“…I will meet a nice man.”

Kiberes cried.

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