The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

49 – MOOD FOR LOVE (11)

We moved to the promised place across the forest. I thought I would never have to face Kiberes’ face. It was because our mission was to prepare for any possible betrayal or surprise attack by the enemy from the rear.

The exchange of hostages was to be resolved only by the warriors, and we had to stay behind to prepare for when things didn’t go well.

“Who is that?”

But the moment Lena raised her mouth and said that. I realized that our short plan had collapsed. It was because Kiberes was standing in the rear camp in handcuffs. There were soldiers all around her, and Caybereth stood proudly in their midst, like a famous commander who had been framed.

“I don’t know why a prisoner who should have been at the front walked all the way here.”

We all nodded when Ashuria spoke in a puzzled tone. Realizing that something was different from the plan, the hero narrowed his eyes with an uncomfortable expression.

kiberes.

The daughter of the Lucifer family and the commander of the demons.

She, who once bravely took command at the head of the demons, greeted us with a blunt face. His hands were handcuffed, and his face was skin-to-bone, as if telling the story of his hardships. However, his eyes were second to none of the soldiers here.

“Kiberes. Why is this person here?”

The warrior asked in a sharp tone. It was because she was supposed to be at the front where hostage exchange preparations were in full swing, not in the rear camp where we were. A soldier came next to the hero and whispered.

“sorry. warrior. Because I really want to talk… … .”

“I came to talk.”

The warrior looked at me at the word conversation. Kayberes nodded and moved his gaze to me. She held on to the handcuffs and looked at me.

“Depending on this conversation, the hostage operation itself will be different. The conversation with your kingdom has already ended.”

The warrior looked at me. I met eyes with Kiberes.

What she wanted to talk about was me, not the hero.

In a situation where neither she nor I averted our eyes, it was the soldiers who felt uncomfortable. They were holding their spears, staring at us alternately, or making idle conversations guessing what was going to happen next. The warrior spoke to me in a low voice.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s heavy on my heart that the direction of the strategy depends on me.”

“Should we wait longer?”

Kayberes tapped the floor and spoke again. The way she spoke was not dependent. The general, who had shaken off the delusion, just stood upright and glared fiercely at us. I had no idea what she wanted, so I had to nod my head a bit passively.

After the hero obtained my consent, he said to Kebereth.

“We will arrange a place for you.”

“No, I just want these soldiers and colleagues to stay far away. That’s it. You don’t even need a tent. I just need the two of us to be able to talk.”

Kiberes’ face collapsed in an instant, and emotions flowed out. Neither the hero nor I missed that brief moment, but it didn’t mean much. I just confirmed that she wasn’t trying to do anything bad.

The hero tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around with the burden on my back. Before entering the camp, they had crossed the wide forest, so there were too many things to cover up the secret conversations between the two.

The hero followed me into the forest, followed by Kebereth, Lena, and Ashuria. Lena whispered to Kebereth as she moved.

“What kind of wind blows you that you want to talk to?”

Kiberes took one look at Lena’s face, then walked forward, ignoring her question. Lena stiffened her expression for a moment, put her hand on her waist, then rolled her eyes and smiled again. Ashuria said to Lena.

“I endured it well. You’ve grown up. Lena.”

“I’m a bit grown-up by nature.”

When Lena joked, she heard Millet laugh. I came to a place where I couldn’t see the military camp and put my hand on a tree.

“This would have been enough distance. We talk here.”

The flag of the barracks looked like a lighthouse on the open sea, and there were no soldiers chasing us. No one thought that Kiberes would escape. Even though she was a soldier of the demon tribe, she was already an existence that could not do such a thing. I wondered what the hell she was trying to talk to me about.

“If that bad devil tries to do something, scream right away, mister.”

Lena said that, and Ashuria nodded. The hero said to Kebereth.

“Be careful. Kiberes.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Caybereth nodded curtly, and the hero listened to her, tilted his head for a moment, then turned and walked forward. Cabareth’s curly hair was much more bouncy and shiny than when he was tortured in prison.

Footsteps faded. Kayberes closed his eyes and started counting. As she counted, the footsteps grew quieter, and when the final footsteps reached the outside of the forest, Kayberes opened his eyes and said:

“I can’t hear this enough.”

Kiberes said that and looked at me. I could tell by the look in his eyes and his hesitant behavior. she still loved me The false love that was overlaid in prison was still in Cabareth’s heart, making her clumsy.

But I couldn’t relax. Cabares still loved me, but something felt different. I could see that this woman was hiding something.

“…I’ve always thought of you ever since I arrived in the kingdom’s capital, but at some point I wanted to ask you something.”

“…What is it?”

Kayberes plucked a leaf with his hand. I could feel the faint smell of grass. Kayberes said as he tossed the leaves he had plucked on the floor.

“The kingdom wants me to act as a spy. He asked me to become Damon’s wife.”

She didn’t answer my questions and told a different story. But I could see what she was talking about. Kiberes continued while I was silent.

“When I become his wife, he will lie to me that he loves me as before, and he will start coveting women, assuming I don’t know. In the meantime, I’ll be stuck in the mansion miserably and foolishly. As I was listening to that story, I suddenly thought of you. It reminded me of the sweet stories you told me, and that you said you loved me.”

The two eyes of Kayberes were staring at me. She blinked and asked me.

“…did you really love me? Or am I being fooled by love again and doing stupid things?”

I didn’t answer. I knew what kind of answer would be advantageous here. Tell her you love her, then stroke her hair and give her a hug. If you kiss her on the lips and hug her tenderly, she will surely believe it.

But that was deceit and hypocrisy. I didn’t answer, but Kiberes continued.

“I heard that humans have a funny saying, ‘It’s the fault of the person who fell for you first.’ porter. I made an offer to the kingdom. This agreement itself is overthrown, but on the contrary, it’s a trick that can destroy their forces in one shot. It is a very dangerous road. Maybe you’ll get a counterattack. The operation is premised on the failure of the hostage exchange.”

Kayberes’ face turned red. she said as she ran through her hair.

“I realized that you were whispering lies to me, that you were just playing a joke to get information from me… … . I couldn’t possibly hate you. I was just a woman who was weak in love. I couldn’t hate you, and even when I thought about your heinous actions to hate you, my heart just kept pounding.”

I couldn’t say anything. Kiberes said.

“In the end, whoever falls in love first loses. If you say you love me, I’ll gladly be their spy for you. I will gladly become Damon’s bride and risk my life inside the demons for you. until my life is over I will.”

she looked at me He had a defiant and dignified face, but his sadness was young. She reached out and touched my chest. and told me

“If you say you love me, just one word and I will gladly be deceived.”

One word is enough.

Reliable information can be obtained without the need to attempt risky operations. But my mouth didn’t drop. It was because I thought it was like selling her to the demons. I always thought she was cold to the demons, but that day, I remembered her vomiting in front of the magic crystal turning into a villager.

I remembered her crying, unable to find anything to say.

I remembered the soldiers who willingly threw themselves into laughter in an operation that was close to suicide.

“…Cruel.”

Kayberes laughed.

“You taught me. Do you know how cruel it is to play with your emotions?”

I looked at her and raised my hand. He stroked his cheek and opened his mouth.

“I am… … .”