The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

18 – Forms of Love (7)

The same scenery, which does not change in any event, sometimes evokes the illusion that time has been rewinded.

A dark forest where even the wild beasts hold their breath. A man carrying a bow was climbing a rock, damaging the twigs that slanted across the fort’s walls. Because of the bony trees and the dark shade, his moving figure felt like an illusion left by fatigue or an afterimage of a bright flame.

The man awkwardly moved his feet like an unfamiliar person and walked to the point where the fort was out of sight. After climbing to the point where the fortress wall and rocks exquisitely covered his body, he took out a pen and paper from his pocket.

“mister. it’s okay?”

When a group of warriors called me from the castle at the bottom of the cliff, I gave a thumbs up to show that it was okay. Miele looked at me and said.

“I can do it.”

As she said that, she fiddled with her bow. It was late, so even a small voice could be heard vividly as if it were speaking from the side. Lena touched Millet’s bow with her finger and said,

“What do you want to do? Why is our warrior so dark? Are you afraid that our porter might fall?”

“Yes? Oh no. No. nothing.”

The hero shuddered in surprise at Lena’s question, then shook his head vigorously like someone caught stealing. Laughter spreads, and I lean down to write on a piece of paper.

[Operation finalized tomorrow evening. I will open the gate and wait.]

Exclamations came out at the thought of perfectly imitating the soldier’s handwriting. Satisfied, I folded the paper and attached it to my arrow, and when I got up, I could see the soldier’s corpse faintly beneath the rocky mountain. The corpse, his eyes wide open and eaten by birds and worms, represented the terrible scars he suffered during the night.

I spat in his face and then raised my head in the direction of the Demon King’s army.

I could see the position of the Demon King’s army attached to the horizon like a scab. They were living and breathing on this land, smoking smoke while cooking and moving like ants for training. She stretched out her chest, grabbed the bow stick, and drew the bow with all her might.

It reminded me of Lena making a strange noise while pretending to shoot an arrow when assassinating a demon named Khalifa.

“Phishun.”

did you say As I let go of the bowstring, I laughed despite the serious situation. A sparkling arrowhead cut through the sky and flew towards the Demon King’s camp. I raised my bow and opened my arms to my comrades, and Lena clapped her hands as if she had waited.

“Wow! uncle the best! Awesome!”

Both Ashuria and Millet looked at Lena with absurd eyes, and when I responded to the cheers with open arms, they reluctantly began to cheer.

“Wow-.”

“Wow.”

If it was a comedy, it was a comedy. I nodded with a smile, and the hero who had been lost in thought in the corner stood there with his head bowed without saying anything. Ashuria stopped giving me soulless cheers and put her hand on the hero’s shoulder, and the hero, startled by the sudden touch, clapped his hands clapped recklessly following Lena’s cheers from the side.

“Ahhh! Yeah! Chu, congratulations! Wow!”

Everyone widened their eyes at the sudden sound of the hero. Realizing that the gaze was focused on him, the warrior dyed his face as red as the setting sun and said while struggling with his hands.

“Oh, this, isn’t it? That? No, what am I celebrating… . no! So, that’s… !”

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Millet started laughing first.

“Ahahahaha!”

Lena giggled after her, and I came down the rocky mountain laughing.

“Now, everyone, the hero… … . big… … . after… … !”

Ashuria was clearing her throat and twitching her lips, and the hero who had become the subject of a joke today settled in silence with a blush.

It was such an evening.

******

[My dear Mostra. I am very glad that you have captured the enemy commanders and are on the verge of victory.

I can’t fall asleep expecting you to ring the bell every day.

Mostra. Take the fortress and hang our flag.

We celebrate with trumpets blown and loud tunes so that our enemies know that our menace is at hand.

The nearby villages will run away on their own even if we are not threatened, and we will be able to expand the land comfortably by moving the magic stones.

I love you. Mostra. i love you the most you know?

Damon.]

Commander Mostra stomped his feet while laughing from ear to ear. It was because Damon, her lover, sent her a sweet letter saying he loved her. She thought today was the best day ever. The enemy sent a message saying that the operation was to be concluded today, and Damon sent her a letter of support.

It was a perfect day that couldn’t have been better.

Once the fortress is set on fire and the empty fortress is conquered, everything is perfectly done.

Mostra was fidgeting with the knife at her waist, waiting for the signal to rise quickly.

The soldiers who were watching the situation as closely as she was in front of the fence were also waiting for the order to charge with their eyes wide open. The idea of sharing rewards with each other in the bloodless fortress made the body anxious. Demon soldiers were greedy and selfish beings, so they liked rewards more than honor or victory reports.

It can only be said that the sight of everyone staring at the fort while salivating like pet dogs ordered to ‘wait’ is spectacle.

Mostra, unaware of how funny she and other demons looked, climbed on top of the horse and gripped the sheath.

“Fire is on!”

The soldier who had almost run away at the sound of that voice came back frowning. Mostra impulsively grabbed the reins, barely calming herself down to charge. Even if the soldiers are excited, the commander must remain calm.

Mostra saw the torch falling slowly through the valleys of the mountains in a bright halo like a meteor. At first glance, it seemed as if the gates were opening, and it seemed that people were leaving. Mostra felt that he couldn’t manage his expression.

she shouted with a bright smile.

“All charge! Take over their stronghold! Let’s raise our reputation!”

“Waaa!”

Wild animals with raw meat in front of them couldn’t have shown a more ignorant movement than this. The soldiers who were exhausted from the confrontation seemed to be competing to see who ran first towards the fortress. Mostra was at the forefront of the soldiers, enjoying the feeling of being a master general.

“Follow me!”

She was a master at this moment.

******

There were no guards guarding the fort. The soldiers who rushed in with great force felt rather uneasy as they saw the inside of the fortress, which was quiet without any resistance. They looked around like lost children, their weapons clenched tightly, their shoulders lowered and their breathing corrected like lost animals.

Mostra, who rode a black horse and improved confidently, was also frowning and shuddering with strange anxiety. It was because there was no fight when they entered the castle, so even if they won, they did not feel like they had won.

The battlefield she learned while receiving officer training was a place where elaborate scheming and scheming followed, followed by bloody smells and ashes. This futile victory gave her a strange feeling of uneasiness.

But she was an inexperienced commander who couldn’t tell when to follow her intuition and when not to. All she could do was stand proudly in the middle of the fort square, refusing to reveal her inner insecurities until all the soldiers had entered the fort.

Soldiers began to gather. Some of the soldiers started looking into the barracks or rummaging through the building’s warehouses, while others started climbing the stairs of the castle.

“Now this kingdom is over.”

“yes. ‘Cause we’re gonna destroy them all hehehehe.”

The Demon Soldiers, who joked with each other as if trying to see the view from the wall, found a crouching soldier as soon as they turned the corner of the stairs.

“Uh huh?”

The moment the demon soldier was startled and tried to fix the spear, the soldier threw the spear forward as if he had waited, pierced the demon’s head and shouted.

“Close the gates!”

Before the demons could understand what he had shouted at the top of his voice, the fortress pulled the gate lever as if it had waited.

Huge iron bars came crashing down from all sides with a thunderclap.

“Uh huh?”

Mostra still didn’t understand the situation, so she just held the reins and made strange noises. The soldiers gathered around Mostra and looked everywhere, and only the soldiers who could not abandon their lingering attachment to escape beat the bars and screamed.

“What are these bastards! open it! Open it!”

“I will kill them all! These bastards!”

The ruthless curses and threats were like a boomerang, and he returned with as much force as he spat out. Those who had been squeezing their faces between the bars or screaming met silence with their mouths wide open, accompanied by the clear sound of the strings snapping.

“Aagh!”

“aaagh!”

Soldiers who had become hedgehogs with arrows stuck in their necks and heads were hung like coat hangers on iron bars.

“Shoot the arrow! Kill them all!”

Count Houllier boasted of his great size and gave orders to his soldiers. Soldiers were firing arrows down the fort in unison. The arrows flying from all directions outnumbered the stars in the sky.

Mostra looked at the barracks she was in with teary eyes.

horizon.

A fire was burning where the barracks had been.

The fact that she had disappointed Damon, whom she loved, and the fear that she would die here paralyzed her reason.

“no… ! no!!”

Mostra screamed and drew his sword. And he started running towards Count Houllier.

“aaa!”

Her roaring shouts were drowned out by the desperate screams from the fort, and no one heard them.