The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

58 – Legion of Darkness (8)

Life is a series of choices.

Seeing the head of a soldier chatting right in front of his nose blown off, Vieves suddenly remembered that maxim. The head, which rose high like a ball toy that children play with, whirled around with a pinwheel-like sound before falling to the floor.

The soldier who gushed out a fountain of blood knelt down and put his head down, and a beat later the soldiers responded by drawing their weapons.

“Reduced… … !”

But even that response seemed too late. Veeves held his breath as the soldier who was about to warn him turned into a shriek, and he saw the soldier who was about to scream grab his chest with a gasping sound.

When I couldn’t come to my senses after seeing the terrible scene, even my words were frozen. Assassins were crawling out of the bushes.

A woman with short orange hair, a nun with black hair, and a man wearing a hood and carrying a backpack followed. Beeves, realizing a moment too late that they were human, shouted, shaking his hand at the reins.

“Hey, wait! Everyone, you are human! Please listen to me!”

The woman, holding a needle and dagger and staring at Beeves, whispered to the porter standing next to her, while the nun watched Beeves’ actions with a calm expression. Beeves, realizing that they had decided to listen, hurriedly dismounted.

Then he showed that he had no weapons and said:

“I have no intention of resisting. And we know that you are actually very peace-loving and do not want to fight with us.”

“What is he saying now?”

Rena, the orange-haired thief, replied with a bewildered expression. The porter was looking at Vivs with a subtle expression, and Ashuria nodded and dissuaded Lena.

“I understand. Demons who invade your land and kill innocent people. how hateful However, continuing to kill each other like this is not the answer. isn’t it? Rather than continuing to kill innocent people and demons like this, we need to find a way for everyone to live well.”

Lena wasn’t in the mood to listen to moral lectures from the demons right now. The face that had been holding back in its own way was slightly distorted, and he was fiddling with the dagger that was on his waist. The porter and Ashuria met each other’s eyes and began whispering something.

Lena looked at the two for a moment, then stopped fiddling with the dagger and suddenly switched to a smile.

“Keep talking. I’m interested.”

At Lena’s words, Vivs smiled broadly and nodded.

“Well, before that, you guys have quite a name, right? My bodyguards aren’t that weak, but seeing how they eliminated them all at once… … . That is to be expected.”

“Oh, right. It’s from our superiors.”

Lena nodded. Ashuria added to her words.

“In order to prevent this war, I was given a mission to cut off the supply unit. Originally, demons are also life, so killing them is taboo, but with such a brutal war going on, it was unavoidable.”

And Ashria burst into tears, turned her head to the side, and shook her shoulders. Lena looked at him blankly, then corrected her expression again and said to Vieves.

“you are?”

“…My name is Vivs. Greta-sama, who is now the commander, is my father.”

Lena had to struggle to hide her expression. The hooded porter could only lower his head, and Ashuria pretended to cry and couldn’t see her face, so she sang with pleasure. Beeves continued.

“I, like you, want to stop this pointless war. As for my father… . He told me to do what I could, but I could not stop this mad war on my own.”

The porter nodded and said.

“It’s really unfortunate. My father probably didn’t really want war either. As we said before, we don’t want to fight. The demons are attacking, so we have no choice but to fight back. If the demons retreat, we will be able to live peacefully again. Maybe after some time, we can interact with the demons and share their culture.”

share the culture

For Vivs, who has a passion for learning and has an obsessive need to do something, the very word itself served as a lure. In his eyes, his bodyguards who had fallen to the ground did not enter. What mattered to Vivs was peace with humans.

“I sincerely want to end this war. I think we should stop here.”

The porter nodded in admiration. It was so real that he murmured and exclaimed, and Lena had to reconsider whether any part of what Beeves had said was so moving.

“We are the same. After this senseless massacre, what will be left? There will only be hatred between them. Mr. Bibs. I think it’s really fortunate that there are still people like you in the demon society.”

Bibs was trembling. Contact with humans was successful, and he thought that the talks were going in the direction he wanted. Beeves said.

“Well, then what should I do? In order for us to live together, we must first stop this war.”

“Is General Greta continuing to advance like this?”

Vives hesitated for a moment at the porter’s question, but nodded in response.

“Yes. That’s what I heard. Our purpose is to advance to the capital, and we will kill all who stand in our way… … .”

Ashria nodded and put on a sad expression.

“It is terrible. To do such a thing, Vivs’s father will actually be very hurt.”

Beeves didn’t say yes. But he nodded, thinking that maybe it was. And he spoke again.

“Well, but how should the war be stopped? Now that we met, I will do anything to stop it.”

The porter pointed to the commencing globe Ashuria was holding and said.

“Let’s do this. Since we have free contact with our faction, we will make our own plans. Instead, we have to stop this war, so Vivs is giving us some information.”

Vives nodded.

“Yes. Of course it should. for each other’s peace. People who love peace, I will definitely save them.”

The porter, Lena, and Ashuria laughed silently. As if they had promised, they looked at Vieves and grinned, then cleared their throats or looked away and said:

“Yes. You are the one who will return our peace.”

******

Every day was a bloody battle.

The warrior wanted to see his colleagues. Millet was beside him cheering him on and helping him with a bow, but he couldn’t give the hero any emotional comfort. It was because Millet was still showing empathy like an elf.

The hero wanted to see the porter. A porter who counseled me when I was having a hard time and always cheered me on. It was perhaps even funny to think of the face of a man I had never known before in an extreme situation.

“What is that… … .”

The hero erased the porter’s face from his head. He mocked himself, saying that he must be having strange thoughts because he was having a hard time, and stroked Millet’s head, which was tilting her head without knowing why.

Millet said.

“Warrior. Can we win?”

“I can win.”

Saying so, the hero held onto his trembling hand. Greta’s power was literally overwhelming. The hero bumped into it several times, endured it, and pushed it again, but each time the hero’s body was cut. Even if you recover, mental fatigue is not erased.

The image of Greta pushing herself at the crossroads of life and death remained stressful and continued to harass the hero. Millet, whether aware of the hero’s condition or not, was staring at the ceiling while leaning on the hero’s body. The ceiling was swollen red from the bonfire in the barracks. said the warrior.

“millet. What are you thinking?”

“Porter.”

The hero laughed at those words. It seems that he wasn’t the only one who depended on the porter. The hero said to Millet.

“Why, uncle?”

“I just thought it would cheer me up if I was by your side at times like this. Does the hero have any thoughts?”

The warrior hesitated for a moment. The shaking of the hand that stroked the sword stopped, and the tension in the chest also subsided. A strange smile formed at the corners of his mouth, and the light was projected onto the surface of the blade. A warrior’s face dyed red from a bonfire. The warrior looked blankly at his face and nodded.

“I’m thinking of you too.”

“right?”

Millet turned around with a happy expression. The hero and Millet chatted from then on. After laughing away the fear and fatigue of the series of battles, his will to fight flared up with the desire to meet his comrades again. The bonfire glowed red, and the warrior’s face would turn red as well, then meet the shadow of the night and disappear into the darkness.

After Millet fell asleep, he stepped on the last remaining fire to extinguish it, and the hero muttered while laughing.

“mister. Are you all right?”

And the warrior threw himself into the sleeping bag while rubbing his cheek.