The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

113 – Birth of a family (3)

The night calms everything down. The sun during the day, the noise of the lively market, and the clouds.

Along with the darkness, the thick fog over the city drew in damp, damp air into the room every time the window was opened. Street lights shining densely like dots and boys running busily through the wide streets alone seemed to reenact some kind of ghost story.

In the board games and small talk that lasted from morning to noon, we parted after sharing appropriate pleasure and smiles, and now all I had to do was stay in my room and organize my thoughts. I opened the newspaper I had left in the room and leaned against the backrest.

The performance of us and Kiberes was adorning the front page of the newspaper.

******

“It’s strange, but it is. Ashria.”

Ashuria knew why Lena came to her room.

However, she pretended not to know anything and sat in a chair with her head tilted back and her legs crossed. Lena swayed lightly on the chair in Ashuria’s room like a wooden horse, and whenever she moved, the chair pounded the floor.

“…Maybe I thought this trip would last forever. Everything has an end, but I think I was just thinking that I could travel like this for the rest of my life with you, and live like that without growing old.”

Ashuria looked at Lena. After going to the market with the hero, she was said to have changed her mood and was more depressed. Ashria asked while running her hand over the cover of the Bible.

“What did you and the warrior talk about?”

“Story of Uncle.”

Ashuria showed no signs of surprise. It was a story that I knew from the moment the two of us set up separate places in the first place. Ashria asked again.

“I’m not asking that, is it?”

“I asked the hero to give up his uncle. The hero has a lot of things, and I have nothing.”

“The hero refused.”

Lena nodded instead of answering. Then she moved her back again and pounded the floor with her chair. Asura said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I cannot yield either. Lena.”

Lena laughed at that. She nodded and called Ashria by name.

“Ashuria.”

“Yes. Lena.”

Ashria nodded her head with a grave face. As Lena met Ashuria’s eyes, she smiled even more awkwardly. Ashuria avoided Lena’s gaze and opened the Bible. As I lowered my head while forcing myself to read something that didn’t catch my eye, the chair’s frantic steps stopped.

Then, Lena sat down with her chin on her face, facing Ashuria, and said:

“How about this? Uncle loves widows. Ashria is marrying another man first. I will boldly yield.”

Ashuria laughed because it was absurd.

“……It’s too much of a joke. Lena.”

“…was it?”

Lena laughed out loud again. Following the sound of laughter, Ashria also began to laugh. The voices of the two continued quietly, and the night deepened.

******

folded the newspaper

It was because there was a knock.

I said, tidying up the loosely worn clothes.

“who are you?”

“…That’s me.”

It was the voice of a warrior. The time is rather late.

It was a time when echoes echoed through the streets whenever someone took a step. I meditated as I ran my hand through the newspaper, then nodded and said:

“Come in.”

The door was carefully opened. The hero looked around the room with his back bent like a thief who came to rob an empty house, then entered the room carefully walking on tiptoe. I didn’t bother to point out that her acting suspiciously made it all the more misleading.

“Oh, hello.”

The warrior who entered the room put his hands together as if he were meeting for the first time, bowed his head discreetly, and took a seat across from the chair I was sitting on. I said.

“What are you here for?”

The warrior answered my question like this.

“I just want to come.”

When I opened my eyes and looked at her, the warrior smiled and asked.

“it can not?”

The hero’s active appearance was a bit unfamiliar. enough to upset me

“no. There is nothing wrong with it. Still, a bit too… … . It’s sudden.”

“I should have made this more often.”

Saying so, the hero pulled a chair. Stretching both hands on the table, she smiled at me and straightened her back. The tight bandages were visible through her shirt, and her eyes were particularly bright.

The warrior bit his lip, took a small breath, and said:

“mister. You know what?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I am, in fact, the princess of this kingdom.”

I wasn’t surprised It was because I fully expected that she was a high-ranking person. The hero showed both palms and smiled brightly, as if he wanted me to be surprised, but I only nodded and clapped my hands.

As if the awkward magic show had ended, a weak response continued, and the warrior blushed and scratched his head.

“…As expected, you’re not as surprised as I thought.”

“Everyone thought he was from a high family.”

“I thought I was well disguised as a country person, but I guess not. After all, you were caught at the time of that feeble thing, right?”

“…..Yes. Yes.”

The hero seemed to be proud of his acting, so I decided to protect her pride. The hero put on a satisfied expression when he saw me nod.

The hero looked at me happily, then lowered his eyes and opened his mouth in a low voice.

“I am a princess. Perhaps when this war is over, he will prepare to inherit the throne. The country is collapsing, so there must be a lot of work to do. I have to comfort the sick, and I have to eradicate any rebellion or crime. Sometimes you have to lead the army again on horseback.”

Every time she spoke, familiar landscapes came to mind. Many of the things I did in the empire were similar to what she was talking about. A knight was an honorable job, but had the downside of always staying upright while performing the mission.

I said.

“You must be really tired.”

“….that’s right. My body trembles just thinking about it.”

Is she worried about the future? I said to the warrior

“Isn’t it the future that hasn’t come yet? It’s not too late to think about it after defeating the demon king.”

The warrior shook his head at those words and said.

“What happens after I die is not a problem for me to think about, is it? I am also very pessimistic. That’s why, after defeating the demon king, I’m thinking about what’s next. I thought I would have to work hard to inherit the throne from now on.”

The warrior will definitely be busy. Even if the kingdom wins the war, this country has lost too much so far. The warrior looked out the window. The fog was thick, but the stars shone like snowflakes through the cracks.

“When that time comes, I will miss this moment very much. I have people who love me, and I travel with them. Also, if there is something to worry about, there is someone to talk to openly.”

The warrior looked at me. Her face was flushed red, and her fingers were trembling. she said, rubbing her finger on the edge of the table.

“mister.”

“Yes. Warrior.”

“…Can I do well by myself?”

There was fear in the warrior’s question. She spoke out without hesitation about defeating the demon king, but reacted sensitively to the word ‘alone’. I said with a smile.

“Why do you think you are alone? We will continue to be friends even after the operation is over. If you go to the forest, Millet will be there, and in another place you will meet Ashria and Lena. And, maybe you can talk to me somewhere else. Even if the hero becomes king, we will gladly accept the hero’s invitation and remain the hero’s friends.”

“…I don’t like that.”

The warrior shook his head and wept. Her mind was not incomprehensible either. But, of course, this was what would happen once all of this was over. said the warrior.

“If that happens, it seems like only me, only me, is alone. Living in the palace, I’ve never lived like I do now. Traveling with friends, sharing painful parts, trusting each other… … .”

“Hero.”

The warrior’s face was stained red.

She moves her lips to her tear-stained face. With a face that longs for an answer, I’m about to ask a question.

I tensed up and prepared to answer her question.

This may be a very long quarrel. She’ll try to get the answer she wants out of my mouth.

However, the hero took a deep breath and suddenly contorted his face as if he had remembered something, shook his head and said,

“…Ah, nothing.”

She couldn’t finish talking. I took a deep breath as the hairs on my body stood on end.

The hero gasped for breath, closed his mouth, and burst into tears before laughing. Her lips curled up in a self-deprecating laugh, and tears ran down her cheeks and wet her thighs.

“….sorry. So stupid, right? I can’t speak properly… … . Oh, why, why are you doing this… … .”

I didn’t answer.

I was just staring at her. Even after wiping away the tears, the eyes were still red and the tears continued to flow.

“When I try to gain something, someone loses it forever. That’s why we can’t back down from each other.”

The hero lowered his head and tried to catch his breath. However, despite the constant efforts, the shoulders shook and the hero started to cry again.

“I am not doing this for that purpose. sorry. mister. Because I look ugly… … .”

Without saying a word, I pulled up a chair and went to the hero’s side. The hero leaned on my shoulder and continued to shed tears.