I Became a Porter for a Women-Only Party. 4

Chapter 4 – 4 – A Fool’s Hunt Needs a Porter

Eshen Taiga’s request is to capture a monster called a mountain troll in Chesheny, a tourist town in Sylvania.

There are three keywords I need to keep in mind in this sentence. People, places, and targets.

First of all, people. The Eshen taiga is the Tigris.

A race that knows no compromise or bowing, and perceives the world as an object of struggle.

The warriors of Tigris believe that the rougher they live, the higher their dignity increases. Thanks to being born extremely strong, that habit must have been passed down through generations.

“So, you will only be chasing mountain trolls throughout the requested area. You may have been planning on just wandering around the mountains and sleeping out in the open. All you have to do is hunt mountain animals, roast them, and eat them. If you find a troll that you think is this guy, beat it up and then go back. “You thought so, right?”

“How did you know?”

“Judging by the weight, it looks like the luggage only contains a change of clothes. There is no mention of having made a reservation for accommodation. Are you really trying to recklessly search the mountains? “What if I can’t find it in one day?”

“I’m just lying down on the street and sleeping. There’s no way I could die from the flu like a normal person.”

Eshen said as if it was obvious. A fluffy 20-year-old talks like a wild animal, so there is a strong sense of disconnect. The way he spoke made it clear that he had been moving around without the support of a porter.

I shook my head. No, ‘my’ combatants should not sleep while rolling on the stone floor.

Because I brought an A-class porter on my expedition.

Next is the place. Ceshenyi is a city famous for its hot springs and wide pastures.

Hot spring water flowing from 600 mineral springs containing magical minerals.

Whenever the harsh winter weighs on the shoulders of Sylvanians, they flock to the outskirts of Cesheny to melt away the fatigue of their frozen bodies.

According to local folklore, when ‘Mother Volcano’ was creating Sylvania, she burst into hot springs to plant life in the land made fertile by ash.

The amazing healing effects would have supported belief in the tale. I also happened to stop by and experienced it, and the rejuvenating effect was truly killer.

It is said that they often carry water to save the lives of patients with incurable diseases.

“In places like that, the tourism industry is bound to develop tremendously. How about looking for a good accommodation with a hot spring?”

“Don’t be a dick. Are you here to hang out?”

“I didn’t come here to have fun, but I think it would be a loss if I don’t get a good rest.”

So we arrived at this place, deep in the mountains somewhere in Cesheny. There is a stunning night view in the distance, but Eshen doesn’t seem to be interested at all.

He seems like a guy with no social skills or tastes.

As I was diligently mixing something while wearing a pharmacist’s gas mask, Eshen Taiga narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

The suspicion and wariness toward me seems to have grown even greater than on the train. A few tens of minutes ago, I disappeared from the city without permission and then joined them.

What should I do? It’s not something worth buying in front of Eshen.

“What is that? It smells fragrant. Perfume? Or a porter’s medicine?”

I thought about Eshen, who was receiving a true education in a small way. In novels with erotic themes, it is a cliché where characters with great beauty but bad personalities have their chastity stolen in revenge.

Such bullshit delusions don’t happen, at least not in my reality. That sounds like a weak drug. Okay. I also hope it’s a little weak. Sell ​​it to middle-aged noble couples and become rich.

“If only I could make your terrible prejudice against porters true, at least I would feel relieved-“

“You’ll probably die by my hands before then.”

This is a painful point.

“Of course, this is not a weak medicine. It is a substance to spread other scents further. It is also called an ‘odor enhancer.’ Cover your nose.”

“Cover your nose? It smells so good, so why-“

When I took out the items I had just purchased from the airtight container, Eshen turned pale, turned around, and started gagging.

“Hey, you crazy guy! Why did you buy something like that!”

“I warned you.”

Even if it is wrapped with packaging material to prevent the smell from escaping, it still seems irritating to Tigris’ sense of smell.

“Stay away. I’ll unpack it for you.”

“No, you asshole. I told you I would stay away from you and keep an eye on you!”

“Then figure it out.”

As I unfolded the packaging, Eshen finally let out a loud scream and jumped up the tree.

There was a cute corner. I smiled happily. I felt like I had finally won.

The item Eshen secretly purchased for fear of fainting from the smell was cow dung. And it is sulfur, a specialty of the spa city of Ceshenyi.

Eshen, who is far away, asks half in tears. Her neat orange bob hair stood on end in a messy manner. Like a cat that touches water.

“What are you going to use something that smells like that? Are you just trying to fuck me?”

“Why should I give a shit to a guy who is strong enough to jump to the top of a tree in one go? What kind of punishment am I going to get?”

For ingredients with unpleasant aromas, I put them in a pot with a special compound.

I also threw away the guilt of lying. Because there was very little intention of revenge.

“This is bait to attract trolls. There’s no need to camp out for days.”

And the last keyword, Target.

Mountain trolls are territorial. I will hide when the hunter wanders around,

If a new compatriot appears and threatens the territory, they will come immediately.

“Are you really trying to imitate the smell of mountain troll excrement?”

“It’s quick-witted. There’s no need to chase it. It’ll follow the scent amplified by the elixir of alchemy, and it’ll walk right in front of us. To kill a rival for territory that isn’t even there.”

“Isn’t that a lie? If such a thing is possible, why doesn’t anyone use it?”

“It’s really hard to mix the ingredients well enough to fool the troll.”

It’s a difficult skill to imitate unless you’re a professional alchemist.

It wouldn’t be easy for alchemists, who are mostly sons of arrogant nobles, to accept a request to imitate the smell of troll excrement.

In that case, the role ultimately returns to the porter. That is the job of a porter.

Bearing all the burdens that the party members, who seem like brats, do not want to carry.

Before entering its territory, we changed our clothes and used ashes to remove the smell.

You can’t fight in a suit. Eshen changed into baggy sweatpants and a crop top.

Her body, which was amazing even in her previous outfit, was so arousing that it could almost be called violent when seen like this.

How can someone have such perfect proportions? I feel like I have to work hard not to look at my exposed belly button and abs.

I tried not to remember the fact that in front of him, I was just a guy fiddling with cow dung.

Fuck life…

“It’s sprinkled down there, so we just have to wait.”

“There’s no need to wait, right? Dude, you’re fast.”

As if he sensed something, a cruel smile appeared on Eshen’s charming face.

I leaned my ear to the ground. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

He’s coming. The sound is thick.

“I guess he weighs a lot.”

“Yeah? But what?”

Eshen is already clapping his hands as if he is itching. He seems to believe in his own abilities.

I’m not worried that I’ll lose either. It is difficult to find a monster more powerful than Tigris.

But.

“Wait a minute, Eshen. Mountain trolls are cunning bastards. They rarely wander around without insurance. I don’t have a good feeling-“

Eshen stood up, ignoring me reaching out to stop him.

And with a battle cry, he jumped down the valley.

“You died today, you bastard!”

“Oh, shit.”

This can be known through intuition from a long life as a porter. Eshen is incredibly strong. Perhaps even being evaluated as an A-class combatant is insufficient.

So you must be impatient.

It is a mountain troll that is difficult to find, and is as smart as it is strong, making it dangerous. If I came here to hunt that guy by myself, I would monopolize the results.

It is said that they are very eager to be recognized or promoted to a special level.

But, damn it.

Sometimes, that motivation can lead the owner into a trap.

“Eshen-! Person! “In his hands!”

The moment the bastard’s foot popped out of the bushes.

I saw it before Eshen jumped.

A village woman passed out with bruises here and there, held in the hands of a troll.

Was he carrying it around as a snack? Was he trying to buy peace by giving gifts to his fellow countrymen? Eshen, who was about to pounce, stops.

The troll was so surprised by its beast-like force that it used the village woman in its hand like a shield.

For trolls who grow throughout their lives, their weight represents their age and experience. The troll, as large and mean as it was old, suddenly threw its captive at the embarrassed Eshen.

Eshen seems to have realized his enemy’s intentions. But she didn’t have a sharp solution.

In the end, Eshen embraced the civilian and immediately turned around to cover him with his back.

The troll swung what was in her other hand. A club the size of a house struck Eshen mercilessly on the back.

“Kyaaaaah-!”

“Essuenn-!”

The hostage was safely rescued. But Eshen rolls around on the ground.

Even with Tigris’ body, he can’t stand up easily. My legs keep shaking. The lingering effects of a concussion are difficult for even the strong to overcome.

The disgusting troll’s face twists into a sneer. It is an expression that views humans as toys. It seemed like he had a lot of experience hunting people.

Underneath the man’s clumsily draped leather skirt, a huge sheep sways.

It was a male. Males are especially ferocious.

A landscape that foreshadows the worst possibility.

Does Eshen regret it? Stepping out as a solo combatant to monopolize the major?

‘If we had brought at least one more combatant, we could have gotten out of this predicament’?

No, no. You don’t necessarily need combatants to get out of trouble.

“That… Hand… Don’t take it off… !”

The club rises all the way to the sky. Eshen struggles to pry the fingers from his hair.

“Shit… To this piece of shit… !”

That’s also wrong. My party members haven’t lost yet.

A combatant assisted by an A-class porter will not be broken by old trolls.

“I hate NTR movies.”

The troll couldn’t swing a wooden club or pull out a meat club.

Because something energetically exploded in front of his face. Pop. The scream of a troll jumping up and down in sudden pain.

A good porter always prepares just in case. The lumps of sulfur left over from the bait manure mixture were mixed with bitumen and a bit of whale oil to create an even more dangerous mixture.

If it were a real ‘eternal fire’ created by alchemists, it would have burned down not only the trolls but also this forest.

On the other hand, the improvised bomb I made only managed to melt the troll’s left face.

But the porter’s assistance was enough. The troll lost his weapon and started going crazy, swinging his arms in the wrong direction.

“If there is a characteristic of such bad taste novels, it is that the plot is often established even if the character on the receiving end of NTR is not close to the female protagonist. They say it was successful as long as it made the reader feel bad. “It’s not enough to offend people, and they seem like inexperienced writers who can’t develop relationships sincerely.”

I jumped down into the basin. Then he dragged Eshen and the unknown woman and laid them down straight.

“So, even if she’s not my heroine, I can’t have her taken away by an unwashed idiot like you.”

“Hey, this crazy guy… Said something and fell asleep…!”

“···Did you hear? “I thought he passed out because he didn’t move.”

I have a habit of saying random nonsense when I’m nervous. It is a habit when trying to somehow forget fear.

How can it not be scary? I jumped down while throwing a bomb at a troll with lots of muscles.

“How did you come down?”

Eshen, a member of the Tigris race, was able to remain unharmed even after landing at the bottom of a 6-meter cliff.

I can’t do that. If I had fallen the same way as Eshen, I would have broken both my ankles and ended up like chicken legs.

So there is a secret to coming down.

“Is there a way to climb back up again?”

Of course. I showed the handle of the ‘grappling hook’ in my hand.

“It’s an artifact. If you hang it securely on something like a tree, the enchanted cable will expand and contract, allowing you to jump over terrain. It can withstand the weight of two people.”

But aren’t there three people in this basin? Eshen staggered to his feet.

“Leave me behind.”

“You make quick decisions.”

“You are a non-combatant, and he is clearly a kidnapped civilian. I made a mistake. Who needs to sacrifice?”

At only 20 years old, he had the determination to admit that it was his fault and take responsibility for it.

Being careless is a disadvantage, but having the right mindset is the right thing to do. I slightly modified my evaluation of Eshen.

He’s a long way from a guy like hero Adamantone. He could have snatched the artifact from my hands and tried to climb up with the woman he rescued.

I put the red pepper spray I was hiding behind my back and put it back in my pocket.

“If something goes wrong, go back to the party and tell them. Send someone to take revenge. And…Don’t be stupid and come alone like me.”

“No one.”

“What?”

“No one has to sacrifice anything.”

I put the civilian on his back and secured him with straps. He then stretched out his hand to the staggering Eshen.

“Uh?”

The embarrassed Eshen was instantly picked up from the floor and lifted up as if holding a princess. As Eshen struggled in panic, he held her tighter.

“I’m a little sad about you. You came ‘alone’. There’s definitely support here. Don’t struggle. Then you’ll fall.”

“Hey, what are you doing? They said up to two people!”

“It did.”

Warrior aptitude. He is born with a great fighting sense and is blessed with a lot of luck. And often they are chosen by God to carry out great will with their hands.

Aptitude for fighting. The blows of the hands and feet are imbued with destructive power that can break even stone and iron.

Mage aptitude. You can perform magic by drawing complex magic spells that defy the laws of nature in your head rather than on paper.

And the blessings we received from the Goddess, who are treated like trash, wondering if we have any aptitude for something like that…

“[Porter] Aptitude. ‘The weight you carry decreases.'”

The troll finally comes to his senses and strikes with his club. Containing the anger of losing one of my eyes.

But we were no longer there.

The grappling hook rose quickly. As if only the weight of one or two people were hanging on it.