The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

26 – Reservoir Vipers (7)

Dust rose and the assassin rolled on the floor let out a scream full of pain. Even in the dark, the red foam he exhaled and his enlarged pupils were clearly visible.

“Quack!”

He let out a toad-like scream, banged his head on the floor, and began to run aimlessly forward, not knowing which direction he was heading. He was holding a dagger in his hand, and blood flowed from his eyes, nose and mouth, making him look like a zombie from a ghost story.

“What, what? What is that guy!”

The soldiers who heard the commotion in the barracks raised their heads and screamed or raised their weapons and prepared to fight as the assassin rushed head-on into the barracks. The assassin stopped abruptly when he heard the sound, and began swinging his dagger randomly into the air.

“OMG! ah! Ugh!”

Seeing the assassin wielding the dagger diligently while making a strange sound, Ashuria said calmly.

“I hit my head hard and it broke. Calm down. It usually goes away after a while.”

“I-I’m here… ! not caught! Ahhh!”

Who is the assassin fighting with? He eagerly moved his body into the air, showing fierce skills, but each time he did so, blood poured out of his nose and his face was stained so red that it seemed like it was about to explode. The assassin, who had widened his eyes and frowned, stopped the movement of the dagger, bit his lip, and froze in place.

The soldiers shook their shoulders in amazement when he stopped moving, and I put my hand on the hilt and held my breath.

“Oh… !”

But our worries were in vain. It was because the blood fountain spewed from its mouth and fell backwards in the same position as holding the dagger. The man who fell to the floor had a convulsion while gushing dark red blood like a backflow of sewage.

Ashuria took off her shoes with a cold face and put her foot on the guy’s neck.

“He is dead.”

She said and put her shoes back on. I asked a question because I was dumbfounded by Ashuria’s behavior.

“…Did you just take your pulse?”

“If you bend down, blood will splatter on your shirt. Surprisingly, once you get used to it, it’s effective.”

“…..okay.”

I nodded and decided to move on to the next topic. This wasn’t the time for Ashuria to talk about insulting the corpses of her enemies. Before I could look around and think, Ashria shouted at the soldiers first.

“We need to find more assassins. Everyone grab your weapons and search the area thoroughly.”

The soldiers hesitated.

One look at Ashuria’s expression and the corpses strewn about the floor, and I knew what she meant. There was no way an assassin from the Black Society could be this lax. This guy was just a bait to attract the attention of the soldiers, and the real one must have headed for Randolph’s tent on the other side of the camp entrance.

There is no reason for the assassins to watch the manned operation to the end. They must have already moved near Randolph’s barracks, intending to infiltrate as soon as the commotion broke out. If we make a big fuss here, they will definitely spring into action.

And in Randolph’s tent, there were now the hero and Lena.

I took Ashuria’s words and shouted even louder.

“The assassin is definitely here! Everyone should raise their arms to search around here!”

As I raised my voice, the soldiers began to come forward one by one, grabbing their weapons. They lit the reeds with torches and advanced, prodding here and there with spears. After confirming that the soldiers were coming out, we hurried to Randolph’s tent without saying anything first.

*****

Randolph was looking at the map with a serious face for the next operation. The stiff atmosphere in the dark night made both the hero and Lena uncomfortable. The two were living in Randolph’s barracks disguised as barracks guards.

Randolph had told him to stay at home, but since he was dressed as a soldier and in the commander’s barracks, the word “comfort” must have been farther than discipline.

The hero fiddled with his usual sword and looked around nervously, while Lena was caressing the tent with a loose expression. She said with a grin as she watched the hero’s breath harden.

“Warrior. Why are you so nervous?”

“…Because the assassin is coming.”

“All assassins are cowards. If they’re not sure they can survive, they won’t even try to work. If they attempt an assassination, there will definitely be a signal.”

“signal?”

“for example… … .”

Lena took a needle out of her pocket and opened her mouth. At that moment, the porter’s voice rang out from outside.

“The assassin is definitely here! Everyone should raise their arms to search around here!”

Lena opened her eyes and smiled. The warrior who was sitting in a tense posture jumped up. Randolph looked at the entrance of the tent, tilting his head at the commotion outside, and at that moment, the fabric right behind Randolph bulged out in a sharp shape.

The moment the hero took a step forward, a needle flew out of Lena’s hand. Randolph suddenly drew his sword and turned his body to the side in surprise at the rushing warrior, and the tent tore open, revealing a sharp-eyed man.

When his and the hero’s eyes met, the assassin blinked with a puzzled expression, and the needle that flew out of his sight accurately pierced the assassin’s eye.

“Oh… !”

Like a trained assassin, the assassin held back his screams and closed his eyes, brandishing a dagger in the air to block the hero’s approach. He tried to secure distance by rolling his body backwards, but before he tried to run away, the golden energy condensed in the warrior’s sword flew in a spiral shape.

bang!

The assassin, who managed to block the sword with his dagger, was blown away and crashed into the wall. The soldiers who were noisyly searching the surroundings were greeted with silence, and the hero took a deep breath and pulled back the tent. The assassin, coughing up blood, rose again and took up his stance.

“this… … ! What happened? Are you sure you made sure you got out?”

“Black society. Why did you betray your country and side with the demons?”

Lena, standing behind the hero, frowned and looked at the assassin. The assassin met Lena’s eyes, grinned, winked at her, and exposed his neck.

scorpion tattoo.

The scorpion tattoo on his neck wriggled as if it were alive. the assassin said.

“Why? Are you curious about that? You wonder why we betrayed you? I really want to ask. Lena. Why don’t you side with the demons like us? What has this country done for you? Wasn’t it, at best, a lowly life in the slums? Do you think glory will return to you just because you defeat the Demon King with a party of heroes?”

“I don’t need the glory of standing on the side of the demon king.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Lena answered briefly. The assassin laughed even louder at those words. Lena laughed heartily as if she had said something nonsense and said while wiping the blood from her mouth.

“Lena. Lena! we say! Even though he had handled the dirty work of the kingdom like a rat in the gutter, he had never been able to go out into the sun. what are we what are we guys doing? No matter how good you kill people, in the end you are a murderer. Even if you take pride in your job, can you hear more than crazy?”

The assassin spread his hands wide. The two daggers in his hands were shining bright blue. Randolph had left before he knew it and was next to the porter and Ashria. Lena pulled out another needle in her other hand and glared at the assassin.

“But the Demon King. The Demon King is different. He has promised us honor. Not like the hypocritical bastards who use us only when needed and discard us like devoted mates! We will remain by the Demon Lord’s side and be together forever as masters of murder and great beings. ruler! Lena! join us! A warrior right now… … !”

The assassin’s words did not continue. It was because the needle protruding from Lena’s hand had pierced the assassin’s forehead. The assassin, who was giggling with bitter eyes, was stuck in the rock with that expression, his limbs trembling. It was a phenomenon that occurred when the brain suddenly crashed and the muscles were not controlled.

Lena looked down at the scorpion tattoo on his neck and spat on the floor.

“I don’t need that.”

The warrior looked at the assassin and said. The hero was still trembling lightly from the tension of the previous battle. The warrior looked over the corpse and said.

“I should have asked if there were more colleagues.”

“Originally, when I requested an assassination, it was a team of three at most. The guy who came to appease me, and the guy who is here now. There won’t be any more because there are only three of them who draw attention from outside.”

Lena said that and pulled out the needle. Blood flowed out like a faucet, and Lena put the needle back into her waist. As she turned around, the porter gently patted her on the back. Lena looked at the porter and smiled.

“what’s the matter. mister? Do I look sad?”

The porter said nothing. Seeing this, Lena cried and kicked a stone on the floor.

“…..Idiot? In times like these, you have to lighten the mood with a joke.”

The melancholy that killed a man who was once a colleague.

Even a simple death was accompanied by long sadness, and Lena could not pretend to be cheerful.