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

97 – Misunderstanding

“Try this, brother.”

– It’s a click.

A saintess who picks up food from her plate with a fork and transfers it to my bowl.

“Thank you….”

After saying thank you, I looked at the plate in front of me.

I definitely ordered a sandwich, but why is there something like bibimbap? Is this localization or something?

Familiar visuals felt in a foreign land.

My plate had all kinds of food gathered together.

I thought I would ask the reason for my remark to see the village chief, but the party members who simply replied that they knew it was the result of reducing their food as soon as my food arrived.

“…”

Contrary to what I thought I was going to eat lightly because it was breakfast, the situation turned into a heavy breakfast.

In order to save the suffering sandwich from the bottom of the cold plate, I picked up the fried egg on top and put it into my mouth.

“Huh.”

Then, a confident laugh came from somewhere.

“You know how to eat.”

The owner of the laughter was Raina.

“How about it? Isn’t it delicious as I said?”

“…Delicious.”

Actually, it’s so burdensome that I can’t even taste it.

‘This is the first time I’ve felt this pressure since Linda.’

Sonia The situation at the time when I was running the poetry collection project overlapped.

I thought I should eat quickly and get up. The next moment I was about to pick up the salad the saintess gave me.

Creepy.

I felt an unknown chill and had no choice but to stop.

“Somehow, it seems to have suddenly become cold…”

As if it wasn’t an illusion, even Chloe, who was inhaling the third bowl beyond two bowls, stopped forking and wrapped her arms around her.

Turning her head, Talia was glaring at me with her prey eyes.

Knock-knock.

Talia makes a silent protest through her eyes, telling her to pick up what is lying next to him.

Her eyes softened as she moved her fork toward her chicken breast.

Are you unable to eat as much as you want now? They say you don’t even touch a dog when you eat.

Swoop.

I picked up another menu that I decided not to give in to foreign pressure.

“Oops! It’s getting colder…”

As I put the grilled fish with red flesh into my mouth, I felt a stronger gaze than before, but I tried to ignore it and focus on chewing.

“Are you okay with your mouth?”

This time it was a warrior. She was looking this way with a mixed look on her face, so she couldn’t bear to ignore it and answered reluctantly.

“Yes…”

Let’s eat some rice.

She ate a salad to refresh her greasy mouth as much as the pressure she felt on the outside.

“Whew…”

This time the saintess put her hand on the violent mead and let out a sigh of relief.

– Bang!

At the same time, she heard a vibration traveling through her table and a noise hitting her ears.

“Why don’t you eat what I gave you!”

Eventually, after bursting, Talia couldn’t control her temper and began to argue with me.

“I’m not a kid, I’m angry about something like that.

And even Reina, who pours oil on it.

“You’re out of it!”

After Chloe’s appearance, the two of them started quarreling without fail.

I turned my eyes away from the tired scene and looked at Chloe, who had just put food in her mouth.

“Huh?”

With her cheeks puffed up, Chloe bites on a fork and answers.

Don’t be like that.

“uuu…”

Chloe, who was agonizing over the tips of the forks in her mouth and mine at the gaze sent with a small wish, soon thrust the fork she was holding at me with a face full of determination.

“Because it’s Master, I’m giving it to you specially! Eat it before you get weak!”

“…”

The meat on her plate was obviously coated with red sauce, but the meat in front of her was clean and shiny without any such thing.

Do you still give me what I ate? You’re the worst b*tch.

I decided to take my eyes off the ungrateful student and focus on the strange food in front of me.

As I worked hard with my fork, the shape of the sandwich was revealed before I knew it, but the oil, dressing, and sauce of other foods permeated into it, and it could no longer be called a sandwich.

When I brought that miserable look into my mouth, it was contaminated by other people’s food, and the taste that was neither yours nor my taste raped my tongue mercilessly.

Why is my image overlapping in this fragile sandwich?

‘I really want to beat him.’

A black corporate warrior party where most of the working hours are dispatched.

As a porter there, I strongly felt the desire to leave the company today.

***

After somehow eating a sandwich that somehow felt a sense of kinship with him. After leaving the inn, we found the village chief about to leave at the village entrance and stopped him.

“Wait a minute Chief.”

“You guys. Is the scarecrow solved?”

“Actually, I have something to tell you about that request.”

“Is something wrong?”

The village chief stopped on the way and approached us.

“I’d like to ask you something about a man named Zakir.”

When I asked for the name written in the diary, a noticeable change occurred in the village chief’s expression.

“Why is that friend…”

“Do you know anything about him?”

“….”

The village chief, who kept his mouth shut with a taken aback look, was suspicious beyond words.

As expected, the village chief has something. Originally, there is a saying that you should be suspicious of the person who looks the best.

The time when I looked at his behavior one by one as if I were a detective.

“A diary found in an old man’s cabin.”

The hero stepped out to get the village chief’s cooperation.

The village chief received the diary given by the hero and started reading it on the spot. We waited until he had read it all.

After a while.

After covering the diary, the village chief opened his mouth after a long silence.

“Looking at this diary, you can see I’m not wrong.”

His words sounded like lines to justify his actions by a cornered black man.

“What do you mean now?”

When the warrior asked, the village chief took a deep breath and answered.

“This is going to be a long story. Are you all right?”

The village chief, who looked sad, began to tell us the story of the old man.

“In such a quiet village, only one of the two people has aged. Either enemies or best friends. Throughout our lives, we have fought and reconciled over and over again.”

As if recalling the past, he continued to follow the air with his eyes.

“When I was young, I competed with Zakir for a woman in the village. He drew a portrait of me and gave it to me as a gift, which ended in my defeat. Since then, our friendship has been cracked.”

‘Are you referring to the old man’s wife written in the diary?’

Judging from the words saying that he had left, it was possible to guess that his wife had passed away.

“But her guy killed her like that. The problem was that he was her late brother. She went first, leaving her son and guy behind.

‘Did you turn your anger on the old man for not protecting your first love? The motive for the crime is sufficient.’

“Zakir was not even given time to grieve. There was no time for a proper funeral as the baby boy in his arms was crying for hunger. How could he not be able to do this after such a busy day? He came to me and asked me to look after his son while he worked in the fields.”

After saying that, the village chief let out an empty laugh.

“Isn’t it funny? A man who stole the person he loved right in front of his eyes brought the fruit and asked to see it. He has no conscience. But seeing him kneeling in front of me holding his son, I couldn’t help but laugh.” Is also very nasty. When I asked why it was me, he said that he couldn’t trust anyone but me.

‘Certainly in that situation, no one would say anything if I refused.’

“But what’s wrong with that kid? In the end, I accepted that request. When he went out to the field, he took care of the child and went door to door to give milk, so I even heard jokes around me saying that we were husband and wife. Me and People who knew about Zakir’s situation said I was amazing. I’m sure that’s why I became the village chief.”

The village chief cleared his throat for a while and continued.

“Anyway. Why did you call me dad when that little kid just learned to speak? As we went, my relationship with Zakir got better.”

“…”

The more I listened, the more embarrassed I felt like I had a huge misunderstanding.

‘Of course I thought he was killing the old man and putting the scarecrow on his back….’

I don’t think I should ever be a judge.

While having time for self-reflection. The village chief’s story continued.

“But after my son, who had just become an adult, died in an accident. He locked himself in the cabin and only worked in the fields. It seemed like a struggle to me. I struggled not to go crazy.

The corners of his mouth went up while thinking about the past, but after that, it started to go down.

“Then one day, when I went to visit him, he said that Zakaran had returned and introduced me to the scarecrow. It was pitiful to see him calling the scarecrow his son, and on the other hand, I hated seeing the scarecrow that looked like Zakaran. To be honest, at that time, I thought he was crazy after all. I’m really glad he realized it later.”

Then the village chief spoke in a confident tone.

“After I stopped walking for a while, I couldn’t see where Zakir had gone and the scarecrow started moving. Can’t you feel it?”

He told us his guesses.

“Zakir must have been beaten by that scarecrow.”

A village chief who claims that the scarecrow killed the old man who made him.

“So you asked me to subdue the scarecrow? Out of personal vengeance?”

“How about revenge? I think I can let him go if I do that. I’m not as strong as him.”

After hearing that, the hero opened his mouth after thinking for a while.

“I’m just saying this because I think you should know this, but the scarecrow was blocking the monsters coming down from the mountain.”

“You said you were blocking monsters…? Is that true?”

“Yes, this is a fact we confirmed with our own two eyes yesterday.”

“You mean that cursed scarecrow guarded the town? The one who killed my friend?”

The village chief stumbled at the shocking news and nearly fell, but managed to correct his posture.

“This one. It’s so confusing…”

If you weigh individual vengeance against the safety of the village, it would of course be the latter, but just because the result comes out doesn’t mean it’s okay.

A scarecrow that strikes first against the same monster.

The village chief did not know that the village was safe thanks to the scarecrow.

‘And maybe the scarecrow killed the old man….’

Having thought that far, I approached the village chief and opened my mouth.

“Chief.”

“You…”

“We’ll set out on this path to solve the cause of the monsters appearing. After that, we’ll be able to subdue the scarecrow, as the village chief first requested.”

Although it was the village chief who gave me options in the game.

“…”

“Do you still want subjugation?”

This time I decided to give him a choice.

“…Why do you ask that question?”

I was not very proud of myself, so I answered while avoiding his gaze.

“It could all be a misunderstanding.”

Just like I misunderstood the village chief, he might be misunderstanding the scarecrow.