The Hero Party With Whom I Am About To Part Ways Is Obsessed With Me

14 – reject-6

The wizard realized that his actions were fraught with problems.

If he were just a nameless porter, her actions would have been efficient and correct.

However, she foolishly misunderstood the opponent.

There are actions that would be considered disrespectful if done to a nobleman, even if it would not be a problem for a friend or commoner.

The important thing was not why she did what she did, but why she didn’t know.

“You’re crazy, Farseer. A wizard must have such an impoverished imagination…”

I thought I had to deal with every situation. However, participating in the warriors’ party and defeating the Demon Lord was an experience that even she had never had before.

Of course, it was the right decision to worry about the monster that could take her life right away, rather than being polite to an unknown person.

“Here… This part may have felt contempt for him. My remarks were also… careless.”

In Farseer’s eyes, most of her wrongdoing was extenuating. She knew all the circumstances, so it was only natural.

However, Eleanor, Nerwen, and Celia’s mistakes were beyond her imagination.

“It’s a big deal.”

The one who was chosen as the hero felt this kind of humiliation, but it was a miracle that nothing had happened so far.

However, this wasn’t the kind of incident where you could just say, ‘You’re the only one who did something wrong, so you’re the only one who pays for it.’

Responsibilities are shared by all. When the hero was angry with this world, I didn’t think that they would pay for their sins in detail.

“Anyway, it would be a little easier if we met and talked…”

The ‘feel comfortable’ she said did not mean that the situation was improving. Rather, it was more about clearly recognizing that the end was near and organizing my life.

“At all, I have no idea when we’ll be able to meet…”

Unfortunately, she was a relatively common-sense person. She was also aware that she was wrong.

So, I tried to meet him through a common sense route. Send someone out to see if they are willing to meet, set up a place for the reception, and then meet in a quiet and calm atmosphere. It was the basic attitude that a subordinate should have in order to meet a precious person.

“Rumor has it that Celia and Nerwen also met real heroes from time to time…”

In her common sense, there were no situations like the saintess visiting the library that Enerel frequented, or the archer attacking him on the street.

I couldn’t help but think that the other women met and only Farseer’s request was rejected.

“Sir, could it be that you harbored more anger at me than at them? Is that so…”

Farseer could not hide his feelings of injustice.

She admits to being gross. It can be admitted that leaving a hero with chores such as retrieving magic tools or helping out is a mortal sin that would have nothing to say even if he died right away.

Being summoned from another world, it is only natural that he lacks common sense about this world. It may be admitted that I have somewhat exaggeratedly criticized his ignorance.

Still, I can tell you that I’m a little better than the other girls.

Compared to Nerwen, who fought with the real hero with the dignity of an elf, or Celia, who harassed him in the name of God.

Even a prisoner who suffers from resentment at being caught for committing a crime would feel resentful when he sees the person who committed a bigger crime right next to him pass by without incident.

“Even so, I guess I’ll have to wait for now…”

However, the Farseer, completely unaware of such circumstances, had no choice but to click his tongue and wait for his response without a promise.

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“The message from the Lord of the Tower came in again.”

One of the escorts reported, trembling slightly.

“Well, after rejecting his request so many times, wouldn’t it be bad for you?”

“I told you, but I have no intention of meeting him.”

If you have something to say, shouldn’t it be done before we part?

As soon as they entered the imperial castle, they disappeared somewhere saying work was urgent.

It was regrettable that I didn’t have time to organize my mind, but I didn’t care too much because I wanted to be freed from them as soon as possible.

However, what is the point of restoring the relationship now?

I’m the one to leave, and the demon lord’s extermination has already ended.

If an accident happened because I betrayed the party or sided with the demon king at an important moment, I didn’t do anything.

“Besides, you’ve only turned it down twice.”

“Yes? You refused five times… Oh, did the maid tell you?”

“I only heard about it once. I was going to reject it no matter how many times I heard it.”

The escort became contemplative and shouted.

“The maid should be punished for ignoring the request of the Archmage!”

“Why?”

“There might be a big disaster in the baron’s estate! One day, the baron might turn into a frog! Haven’t you heard the rumor about the witch?”

“Ah, that’s the image…”

Somehow, by going with her, I was able to learn a tiny bit of what magic was.

Magic isn’t like that. Something more incomprehensible, more brutal, more incomprehensible.

“It won’t happen.”

It’s not impossible. The level of turning a person into a frog is infinitely small compared to the ability of a magician.

However, there is a price to pay for it. She was the kind of person who could tell the difference between need and unnecessary, harshly and resolutely.

There was no way I would expend so many resources for my soon-to-be leaving. It’s not impossible to turn people into frogs, but of course it’s a trick that’s harder than killing people.

And if you are a Farseer, even in a situation where your life is at stake, you will not want to use such a terrible costly secret technique.

“I, Baron! I’m in trouble!”

The door slammed open, and a maid rushed in.

“Hwa, the princess is looking for the baron!”

“What?”

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Requests from other guests could be blocked by maids or guards just by refusing. However, if it was that person’s job, it couldn’t be helped.

A loyal servant or a powerful knight could confidently exercise his right of veto in front of a wizard and drive out an unauthorized elf.

However, if the opponent was the empire itself, the imperial family, there would be no resistance.

After all, it’s my job to reject her.

The maid hastily called someone and prepared teacups and refreshments.

I sat in my seat, contemplating how to refuse so that the hero would never seek me again.

After a while, a warrior in a light tailcoat entered my room.

When our eyes met, my whole body instinctively trembled. Every muscle was trembling with tension.

“It’s been a while. Enerel. It’s the first time we’ve met since defeating the demon lord.”

It was a cold, expressionless face. Usually, he had a face like that.

That didn’t mean she was emotionless. Rather, he was a passionate person befitting the name of a warrior.

There were times when he shared friendships with other colleagues, and there were times when he quietly smiled at compliments on her.

When it entered battle, it shouted and charged at the enemy as if its usual cold-hearted appearance was a mask.

But all the expressions I saw of her were just ‘peeked’ expressions.

When she saw me, she was always consistent with that expressionless expression.

“Why did you call me?”

“I have something to discuss about the future. But first, I’d like to forgive the rudeness of coming here in a hurry. Do you need anything?”

I didn’t like her attitude when she was consistent in exterminating the demon king, but now using her respect as if I had become anything.

“Since when do we get to the main point…”

I smiled bitterly to myself. As if nothing had happened, she remained expressionless.

“Baron Leodrin is right. There’s nothing more time wasted than using rhetorical rhetoric with people who don’t need it.”

However, at this level, I could understand even the dull me.

If it’s about the level of a saint by conceding a hundred steps, you can spend time apologizing to me.

Wizard taking time to meet me? It’s nonsense. It is strange that the letter itself arrives.

Even if it was only 10 minutes or so, meeting someone like me, the wizard was the one who would call for a match and turn back the time.

The elf’s behavior was abnormal. I didn’t mean to make a fuss, it was just an eccentricity.

And if even the emperor and the hero came out like this.

There is something.

People want something from me. Something that must be received right now.

Unstable. It would be nice if I could return to Earth without incident, but with this atmosphere, I felt like I would be interrupted at an important moment.

You can’t just wait in silence. I have to somehow actively figure out what they want from me.

They won’t let me go unless I at least take it off my body and leave it in the mountains.

I took a sip of the tea to hide my gaze and focused on the warrior’s mouth.

She was more like a knight than a princess when they were together, but it didn’t seem like she was incompetent just because she was capable.

I won’t tell you plainly. There was a high possibility of spinning around or hiding the truth behind sweet words.

You can say anything to me, the porter, but now she’s talking to me, Baron Leodrin.

But now I am the one holding the hilt. The initiative is with me.

Once I figure out what she wants, my return will no longer have to be hindered…

“To get to the point, soon you will be proposing to me.”

As I pondered her words, I immediately felt something rumbling inside and let out a rough breath.

Unfortunately, there was still tea left in my mouth.