There Was a Porter Who Would One Day Be Called a Prophet

50 – My little hero

After failing to learn the skill, the subjugation of Dullahan was postponed.

Needless to say, the atmosphere at the party was giblets, and it goes without saying that I couldn’t carry my face up after I was screaming loudly.

By the time the day with only scars passed by. I was on my way back to my room after doing some errands at a signal that came in the middle of the night.

“Haa…”

A sigh escaped my mouth as I stood in front of the door.

“What should I do with Dyurahan?”

He must have learned about us as much as we have learned about him. At this rate, we would have to continue the same fight as before.

Apart from that, another problem arose.

‘I must have been very disappointed?’

It wasn’t long before we returned.

The hero swung until he ran out of mana, and the result….

The figure from the back as he lowered his head and went up to the room still lingered in front of my eyes.

“Did I do something wrong again?”

At that time, I wondered if I was clumsy and only harassed the warriors.

“…!”

“Huh?”

A human voice came from somewhere.

“Outside? Who is this late at night?”

I hurriedly left the inn, wondering if someone was calling Dyurahan while trying to get out of town.

-Whee Oh.

There was not a single ant nest to be seen outside, and even the wind blew past it, as if it didn’t want to stay here.

“…No one is there?”

An empty street. Bleak landscape. A bleak atmosphere and a mysterious sound.

When these elements were put together, one keyword came to mind.

“Don’t play around, really…”

It was the moment when I was about to get goosebumps because I thought ghosts would really exist even though there were undead.

“…!”

From the back of the inn, I heard the sound I heard earlier again.

“I really don’t want to go…”

Still, it was better than Dyurahan attacking while ignoring it, so I moved my feet to the place where the sound came from.

‘I’ll bring you even a stone….’

I regretted it belatedly, but now that I’ve come this far, I’m going to go there after confirming the owner of that voice.

“Slash!”

There was a warrior who was practicing his skills while throwing off the breastplate he always wore.

Despite the chilly time of day, he was wet with sweat and smoke was rising from his head.

Looking at it, my heart felt heavy as if shackles had been placed on it.

What have I done?

He showed hope in front of people who were in despair. A flimsy hope with holes here and there.

“Slash!”

Seeing an idiot carefully embrace the thoughtlessly spit out hope and move forward, self-loathing fills up and guilt fills my heart.

It’s already too late…. I have to tell you the truth right now.

Having made up her mind, I approached her.

“Porter…?”

A hero looking back in shock as if he had sensed my approach.

The hero, who was bruised for a moment when he appeared as if it was daytime, quickly covered his chest as if he remembered that he was not wearing his breastplate.

“Hey, hold on a second. Stop there!”

“How about it. Between men.”

“That’s right…!”

“…”

“…”

As we passed the situation, an awkward silence fell between us.

Let’s try to tell the truth by barely moving our lips.

“There’s a dragon…”

“Sorry.”

Before I could say anything, the other side apologized first.

“Even though you worked so hard, I couldn’t keep up.”

What?

A warrior who seems to have no intention of blaming me.

You don’t doubt me even under that circumstance?

“Hero, you know what I said earlier.”

“Ah. I engraved everything you said into my heart. Even though I couldn’t use the skill, it really touched me.”

The hero’s attitude has become a dagger and stabbed him in the chest.

If it were me, I would have said ‘I just did that’ and moved on.

He struggled to open his mouth, feeling sorry for himself for bringing him to such a situation.

“I’m sorry, warrior.”

“Yes?”

“The things I said to the hero. Actually, I just wanted to hear it.”

“What is that…”

It was hard to look into the hero’s eyes, but this time I couldn’t avoid it. Because I have to look into those eyes and ask for forgiveness.

“I thought the hero would do it, so I just said it without hesitation. Rather, it seems I put the burden on you.”

“…”

“It was presumptuously said by a thoughtless idiot. Please don’t take it too far.”

“That’s… that’s it…”

I thought that confessing the truth would make my heart feel better.

I couldn’t fathom the sense of loss she felt when the hope she had given her was taken away from her.

Still, it’s better than clinging to false hopes.

“I’m really sorry, warrior.”

It doesn’t matter if you despise me. Maybe he’ll take out his anger on me.

I still have to accept it. Because it’s all my work.

That’s how I waited for the hero to bump into me.

“It doesn’t matter though.”

“Yes…?”

However, the words that came out of the warrior’s mouth were completely different from what I expected.

To the point where I wondered if I hadn’t heard well.

“Well, what do you mean? This happened because I encouraged the hero. Don’t you hate me?”

“You said that because you believed that I could do it, didn’t you?”

What?

“Mr. Porter.”

The hero made eye contact with me and opened his mouth.

“I wasn’t even trusting myself. For a lot longer than you thought.”

What do you mean?

“Am I really a hero? Did I just wake up the holy sword that day and take the position of a hero? I’ve lived my life constantly doubting myself.”

The hero did not stop there and confided his true feelings to me.

“But then you called me a warrior without fail. You trusted me that I could do it.”

No. That’s just an illusion.

“Even if it’s only a thin line, it’s an ideal with sincerity in it. I was able to stand up again in despair.”

I meant that….

“So.”

The warrior said with a smile on his lips.

“You don’t have to apologize to me.”

“hahahaha… I don’t know what to do with this.”

I know best that I am nothing.

Still nothing like this if I can help.

“Then shall we practice together?”

You have to believe until the end.

“Us?”

Swoop.

I looked around, picked up a fallen tree branch, and swung it around a few times.

Booung.

That’s right.

“You can’t use your skills either, right?”

“That’s right. That’s right.”

– Booung.

“Originally, when my self-confidence is at rock bottom, I recover by looking at the people below me. I think, ‘But I’m better than him’. I’ll lay the floor.”

“The floor…”

“Then I’ll go first. Slash!”

– Booung.

Of course, the branch that cut through the air with a powerful sound did not cause anything.

“Slash!”

Even so, the appearance of the porter trying without stopping was very funny, like an adult playing a joke.

“Porter…”

It looks a bit different to the hero.

The warrior who was looking at that figure moved his gaze to the thing in his hand.

Durandal. A sword with the same name as mine and a symbol of a hero.

This time I looked at the person swinging the branch in front of me.

Even though he knew it was impossible, he was just doing meaningless things for me.

He is a strange person.

The person who blindly believed in me even though he was not sure.

How could that be?

When I look at him, I keep thinking of the hero in the children’s book.

The hero found the answer himself. Unlike me.

I just got it.

I am not a hero in a storybook.

Because I can’t find the answer on my own.

But if he trusts me, then I….

As if to repay him, he raised the holy sword.

Until now, I’ve been impatient and forced myself to become a hero.

– Ugh.

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Just like throwing away clothes that don’t fit, he put the self he trusted into the holy sword, not himself as a warrior.

From the hand to the handle, from the handle to the sword.

The gradually blooming white haze finally covered the holy sword.

“Forward slash.”

Along with the low words, the crescent moon-shaped sword that rose from the spot where the holy sword had passed moved toward the Innocent Hill.

“Quaaang!”

Is this what it means for the ground to explode?

What used to be hills rising into the sky began to fall, caught in gravity again.

– Patter.

The warrior who was standing in the mud rain looked back at the porter.

“No, why is the black spirit over there…”

A bit of an idiot who can’t speak with his mouth open.

Why is it that his appearance is so believable?

“Mr. Porter.”

As a hero, defeat the devil and bring peace.

If that was the goal he had been walking towards so far.

“It’s all thanks to you.”

After everything is over, I have a new goal to walk towards.

Thank you. My own little warrior.

The sailing boat, which was drifting without direction, could now clearly know where it was staying.