The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

13 – Forms of Love (2)

People who had a good time come back with a thrilling experience on their faces.

I looked at the gate while chewing on the fresh and delicious celery, and a warrior came in with a red face and hurriedly walked in. Just by looking at the red flush and fast pace, I was able to infer that the warrior had a pretty awesome experience today.

In terms of time, about 10 minutes

It was a pitiable time if Ashria was pitiful, but time was not a very important issue for lovers who loved each other.

Millet waved his hand at the hero and greeted him.

“Warrior! Salad is delicious! Try this!”

The hero waved awkwardly at Millet. As if greeting someone I hadn’t seen in a long time, Millet stopped making a crunchy sound and looked at me with a puzzled expression. When he asked what he had done wrong, I answered like this because I had nothing to say.

“It looks like the warrior is busy. Would you like some more salad?”

Millet also seemed not to pay much attention to the situation where Ashuria and the hero went out together and the hero came in alone. She laughed brightly and banged the empty bowl on the table, shouting.

“great! mister! More salad here! With plenty of celery!”

The chef, whose face was bruised, smiled heartily and nodded.

“Ah yes! All right! I’ll make it right away!”

Unlike when we first came, Miele said in a proud tone as she watched the chef cook with sincerity.

“Look at that. I rehabilitated a person. Isn’t this also the work of the Hero party?”

“Sure. Millet was very brave today.”

“Will the warrior like it too?”

I rolled my eyes for a moment at Millet’s question.

“….. Not everyone is like that, but ordinary people feel burdened by people who show good deeds. Even the hero can do it because Millet is a burden, so I think it would be better to avoid such things.”

“Well, I wouldn’t bother boasting if it was burdensome. Instead, if I accumulate good deeds one by one like this, then one day the hero will naturally notice my good deeds, right?”

“Sure. Miss Millet. If Millet changes the world, that trace will surely remain. It will surely become a beautiful world, and the hero will like it.”

Millet nodded at my words and smiled. She was an innocent elf when she smiled like this, but she was a murderer and demon slayer who would lose her brakes if she went against her standards.

I pushed the finished bowl aside, thinking that I should catch up on her concept of good deeds later.

Ashuria, who had just returned late, had a dark expression as she clicked her tongue. She looked very dissatisfied, and based on her impression, she looked more like a married woman who had come to an inn looking for an irritable husband than a nun. Millet smiled brightly again and waved her hands even louder.

“Ashuria! hi!”

“…..Yes.”

Ashuria reluctantly said hello to Millet, who had a smiling face, as if she couldn’t vent her anger, and then went up the stairs. I asked Millet in a low voice after watching Ashuria climb the stairs to the end.

“Did things not work out?”

“I guess so.”

Millet nodded. I was curious to be myself because I was more casual than I thought.

“Doesn’t it bother you?”

“what?”

Millet did not understand my question. She was just staring at me, munching celery like a goat. I asked while describing the situation a moment ago.

“Ashuria-nim and the hero. Did you two go out together? Aren’t you curious what might have happened?”

Millet tilted her head and said.

“Is that so strange? Even the hero follows me when I go hunting or accompanies me when I go shopping? Since I’m a fellow traveler, I can’t monopolize it alone. are you okay. Because Ashuria is a friend. And, if the hero later chooses Ashuria, I think that’s unavoidable. Elves often fail in love.”

Miele said that and started eating the salad again. I was lost in thought.

Why did Millet come to like the warrior?

In my awkward silence, only the crunchy crunch of celery resounded. Miele, who was humming a song while passing vegetables, tilted her head at the sight of a figure crossing the window in a diagonal line.

I also woke up when I saw a man wearing a helmet and sweating running towards me holding a letter.

He was the messenger to deliver the next mission.

*****

A little break will lighten the mood of the party. Lena, who came out with a proud expression after a sound sleep, and Millet, who felt good after eating a delicious meal, sat down at the table with a smile.

The hero still blushed and cleared his throat and sat in the upper seat, while Ashuria sat next to the hero with an expression that was no different from usual and pressed the chair close together. The hero said, trying not to be aware of Ashuria’s chest gently brushing his arm.

“The next mission is, of course, the mission to punish the traitors. Baron Luke and Earl of Maindall. We have to join the new commanders from the kingdom, capture the two nobles hiding in the fortress, and find out what information they sold out.”

“Am I good at it? I’ll do it.”

“Nope. I’ll do it.”

Ashuria showed a rare aggressive appearance. Lena nodded and smiled at the words that Ashuria did it herself.

“What is this, is this like business obstruction? I’m going to get fired if I do this, Ashria.”

Ashuria shook her head at Lena’s words.

“I’m not trying to replace Lena because her ability isn’t reliable. However, I just thought that I would be more suited to the task of persuading my enemies with my fists filled with love.”

Lena nodded her head at Ashuria’s incomprehensible objection. Not even an unpleasant shadow crossed her face. On the contrary, she seemed to find Ashuria’s expression very interesting.

“I wonder if my love was lacking… … . I’m a very romanticist. Expressions are fun.”

“The doctrine is to love even your enemies. I believe that love can be contained even in violence. In particular, I also think that it would be nice if the hero would watch this part carefully. warrior. What do you think?”

The warrior looked at the two women alternately with a very embarrassed face, then looked at me.

Lena smiled and applied pressure as if she thought this field was her domain, and Ashuria was appealing by implicitly attaching herself to Ashuria.

I didn’t want to get involved in this terrible fight, so I looked away and thought of the beautiful woman I’d meet in the next town. A woman with breasts 3 times bigger and hips 5 times bigger than any woman I’ve ever met.

“Well… … .”

The warrior was not an indecisive person. The hero was always the one who made cruel decisions at the head of our party. Watching him agonize over the question of who to torture now, there was nothing special about a small comedy.

“What are you going to do?”

“What are you going to do?”

The warrior’s face turned blue and then returned to normal. I decided not to think about whether the problem was the warrior who was troubled by this problem, or the two women who insisted on torturing each other and preached their own aesthetics.

The warrior wrapped his head and closed his eyes, contemplating.

Millet, waiting for the end of this irrelevant argument, took the pen on the table and tapped the back of my hand. I twisted my hands like a monster and started playing with her, dodging around and around Millet’s pen strokes.

“….then.”

It was only after exchanging about 30 go that the hero made a decision and raised his head. As if trying to say that someone had to die in order to catch the demon king, he looked around us with a stern expression and said while looking at Lena.

“I think it would be better for Lena to do it.”

“right!”

Lena nodded and smiled, and Ashuria nodded. Millet said.

“it’s over?”

The hero nodded at Millet’s question and quickly moved on to the next topic.

“then… … . Now I have to plan a plan. I’ve already been in touch with my contacts lately, so they decided to open the gates from the inside. Thanks to that, you won’t have to fight inside. I’m going to enter with the successor commanders in front of the castle gate, and I, Lena, and Millet will go in and subdue the two commanders.

Ashria nodded. She excelled at close combat and was good at instilling fear in her enemies, so defending the gates was an optimal role.

“Can I just wait here?”

The hero didn’t give me any specific instructions, so I asked a question. The warrior shook his head and said.

“no. The old man has a warehouse next to the fortress gate, so you can stay there. It will be over soon anyway.”

“All right.”

Even if one or two soldiers came in, it wouldn’t be a problem for me. Even the hero knew that I had the skills to subdue at least one or two soldiers, so I took him to the inside of the fortress.

“Then, the operation ends here. Let’s pack the things we need, put them in the man’s backpack, and get some rest.”

The warrior said so and concluded the meeting.

As everyone dispersed to their respective rooms, Ashuria bit her fingernails and narrowed her brows.