The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

72 – One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (8)

“Ashuria. Is Ashuria here?”

After calming down the hero, I wrapped her in a blanket and escaped the store before the hero woke up again. The shop owner seemed to have a lot to say to me after seeing the horrors in the room, but after confirming that the person in my arms was a hero, he turned white and asked me not to spread rumors.

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Grabbing baggy pants and all the warriors, I passed through downtown and entertainment districts and arrived at the inn, where Ashuria was sitting and chatting with Millet. She jumped up and looked at me like a soldier whose name was called by a low voice desperately searching for herself.

Then she looked over my face and put on a very disgusted expression.

“…What are you doing here?”

“Wow, the porter looks like a man who got kicked out after having an affair.”

Trousers that keep slipping down and top that is disheveled. He was sweating profusely, and his blond hair wrapped in a blanket was cradled in his hand. I denied all the insidious imaginations of Ashuria and Millet, nodding my head and saying.

“…I-I’ll go upstairs and explain.”

Ashuria, who was about to say something more, confirmed my desperate expression and the face of the hero wrapped in the blanket, then nodded and covered Millet’s mouth.

“uh? dragon… ! town! town!”

Thanks to Ashuria’s quick response, the people in the dorm looked at us for a moment, then went back to their jobs.

*******

“The medicine energy itself is so strong that it is all gone, but there are some symptoms of dehydration. I guess I must have sweated a lot… … .”

Millet stamped her feet and watched the hero. Ashuria placed her hand on the warrior’s forehead to measure his heat, while I sat in a corner and caught my breath. There was a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of What I did was definitely a medical act.

“Is the hero dying? huh? Are you going to die like this?”

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Grabbing Millet who was spinning around the bed, Ashria said.

“no. Doesn’t die. The porter here did a great job bringing it. So, Mille. Sit next to him and praise the porter.”

“Wow! Long live the porter! Best!”

Upon hearing Ashuria’s words, Millet erased her teary expression and ran towards me. And they clung to me and shouted three cheers. I laughed awkwardly and held back her praise.

“Come on, Millie. Aren’t you in front of the patient? Not too much.”

Millet looked at my hand, which was approaching right in front of her. Then he sniffed and stared at me and said,

“Why does my hand smell like a warrior so strongly?”

“uh… … .”

Ashuria looked at me with an absurd expression, then looked at the hero and me one more time. That expression was about to change to one of contempt, shaking his head.

“Ohhap! Misunderstanding! It never happened! Hey, please listen to me!”

Ashuria asked the question in a very low and calm tone compared to her facial expression.

“…not even a hand was touched. Are you saying that?”

“…No, it’s true that I touched that hand, but that… … !”

Ashria jumped up from her seat. If it hadn’t been for the great shield of a warrior and the cumbersome obstacle of a bed between me and her, I would have died as soon as she awoke. I closed my eyes and screamed as she turned around to come back.

“Boo, it was force majeure! Yeah? I almost lost! In common sense, how can I defeat the warrior! So uh, I had no choice but to calm it down by hand! I didn’t do what you think!”

the world was quiet When I opened my eyes again, Ashuria’s brass knuckles were glistening right in front of my nose. Looking at it up close, the word ‘love’ was written on the knuckle.

“…..I will believe you. Even if it’s debauchery, I don’t think that’s the case.”

Ashria tucked her knuckles back in and sat down next to the bed. The expression that embodies the indescribable feeling as it is and the muddy exhalation perfectly expressed the emotion.

“By the way, the hero was a woman. It’s a little shocking.”

“Isn’t it nice to be a woman? We can go to the bathroom together! We can play together! You can share a lodging!”

At Millet’s positive words, Ashuria shook her head and said.

“I don’t like it when women hit me. It’s authoritative and doesn’t feel overwhelming.”

“If the hero were a man, would he hit Ashuria?”

Ashuria shook her head once again at Millet’s repeated questions.

“…I was thinking of trying something through conversation, but these days, bad things seem to be increasing.”

Ashria covered her face and bowed her head. To her regret, there was no fault of the hero. The hero was sleeping ignorant of the world, and only Ashuria’s fault for expecting something strict from the hero was wandering around the room.

“It feels like a broken dream.”

“Ashuria-sama, your dreams are simpler than I thought. Of course, I knew you had a dream like the salvation of mankind.”

“Aren’t many good people wishing for such a dream? I believe that there are still people like that in the world, so I decided to make a little secular wish.”

Are her remarks a correct view of the world? I didn’t have the confidence to answer this question, so I thought of it myself and erased it. So, instead of continuing the conversation with Ashuria, I asked Millet.

“Miele doesn’t look as shocked as I thought. It turns out that the hero is a woman.”

“Well… . It’s interesting, but not surprising. I think it’s rather good! If the hero is a woman, we can do more diverse things together. You can sleep hugging a warrior. You can play with dragons. The hero and the hero might be able to understand each other more!”

“You think in that light. They say that quick acceptance is better than slow. So, what are you going to do next?”

warrior is a woman

It was like revealing a secret they had been hiding from each other. Ashuria was devastated by her s*xuality, and Millet didn’t care, but we didn’t know how this would affect our party going forward.

Ashria shook her head and said.

“Will anything change? Even if you are a woman, a warrior is a warrior. He is still trying to destroy the evil demons and save the world, and as a religious person, I have an obligation to help him. The ball is the ball and the four who live. I still intend to be with the warrior. In the first place, I don’t know what the circumstances are. Even what we knew, I think it’s good to cover it up in moderation.”

Even if it seems to have gone a little sour, Ashuria was still a religious person. Her reasoning made both Millet and I nodded, and Millet asked.

“By the way, where did Lena go? It is a very important time.”

“Didn’t we meet on the street earlier? They were going to the entertainment district.”

“A pleasure song?”

Ashria nodded at my words and started another story. It was a reprimand for the hero’s complacency.

“By the way, the hero was really complacent this time. It was fortunate that there was only one evil assassin, but if there were more than one, the hero might be seriously injured.”

As I spoke, I tried to dissuade her, who seemed to be getting more and more angry.

“now. The warrior must have reflected a lot on this incident. It’s better not to say too much. Because the hero himself will reflect on himself.”

“…Still, I’ll say something when you wake up.”

Saying that, Ashuria crossed her legs and looked at the hero. Then he stared at the warrior’s face and said.

“It’s new, but looking at it like this, it’s a woman’s face.”

I nodded and looked out the window. Lena.

where is she and what is she doing?

******

Red lights on the red wall. Lena moved to the bloody inn. Banyon’s corpse was wrapped up and dumped in a corner. There were blood stains on the floor that hadn’t been cleaned yet. She nodded, feeling the faint smell wafting from the room.

“Banion. yes. It’s Banion.”

Her gaze turned to the small bag. It was an unwritten rule in the entertainment district to incinerate the belongings of the dead, so they had not yet been cleaned up. She also knew about the items in that bag.

A necklace with a portrait of Banion’s favorite lady.

weak.

Memorization.

The necklace was a truly unusual item. She insisted on carrying the item, even though the characteristics of an assassin in disguise meant that she could be pursued.

“Hey. Lena. I’ll get off this dirty floor In the future, I will accumulate wealth and live as a great lady no matter what anyone says.”

The relationship between Banion and Lena wasn’t that good. It was because Lena called Banion, who rolled over and assassinated her, as vulgar, and Banion cursed Lena, who jumped in and killed her enemies, for being ignorant.

Lena took a cigarette out of her pocket. It was a cigarette I bought at the store on the way home.

“You always said I had no dignity. To be honest, I didn’t hate that word that much.”

In fact, Lena didn’t even know if Banion was a smoker or not. Sometimes I didn’t smoke because I had to play a non-smoker, and sometimes I smoked because I had to play a smoker.

Her real face, her real name, her real personality, everything was a mystery to Lena.

All I could know about her was her honest desire for success and her arrogance.

“I… … . I thought you and I looked alike from before. Did you, did you know? If you keep rolling on this floor, you won’t be the lady you want to be. Even if you act, you won’t be a real lady, and in the end, you too will live a low life.”

Lena lit a cigarette for her. Then he threw a cigarette into the pool of blood.

“Still, it doesn’t stick to demons. right?”

Lena wiped her hands and stood up. Somehow, my appetite was bitter, so I thought I should drink some alcohol at the dorm today. In the place where he stretched out and disappeared, an unlit cigarette floated around.

******

“aaa!”

phut! phut!

The sound of the blanket kicking resounded furiously. The first thing the warrior who came to his senses did was to recall his memory.

“oh my god!! Uh, how do you look at that face!”

He couldn’t stand it when he thought of the indignity he had inflicted on himself. While the unfortunate quilt was enduring the hero’s rampage, the voice of a porter came from downstairs and was heard beyond the door.

“Are you okay, warrior?”

“It’s okay, don’t come in!”

“Well, then, even if someone else… .”

“Because it’s done!”

It was good to see the porter go back in embarrassment. The porter’s sharp nose, deep eyes, and kind smile came to mind, and the hero felt his face turn red again.

[Ooh, together with us… ! bath… … . Would you like to?]

[…If it’s an old man… … . it’s okay… … .]

“aaa!”

The fuzzy futon flew into the sky.

The hero’s screams seemed to continue for a while.