I Became a Porter for a Women-Only Party. 74

Chapter 74 – 74 – Judgment

The next day, around noon.

Serious atmosphere not suitable for lunch time. Then I turned off the lights and the room became dark.

Nidro lowered the blinds on the window and used his breath to light the candle on the table.

Now the only source of light in this darkness is that small flame. Eshen, with a solemn expression, pushed a plate with a candle in front of Morgan.

“Witness, whatever it is, do you swear to tell the truth honestly?”

“Whether it rains, snows, or the wind blows, I firmly resolve to tell only the truth.”

I don’t think a judge in any country would include talking about the weather in a witness deposition, but Morgan put his hand on his heart and made a promise anyway.

Despite their fierce fight at first, Eshen and Morgan seemed to get along quite well. Especially when you joke around like this.

As I looked at this in desperation, wondering if this was some kind of random, lively bullshit, Morgan stood up straight, pointing at me.

“I am reporting this person.”

“With what?” “For what crime?”

“The amount of energy is strictly limited! Tan Bantai secretly abused it without even telling us!”

“It’s a bit snarky to say it’s us, but I admit it. But who are you with?”

“When and where? Is there any evidence?”

Eshen and Nidrogar glared at me, folding their fingers neatly together like the shadows in the story.

“The accomplice in this embezzlement and obscenity crime is Villena Nitro. At a time when the party members of the extermination party were gathered in front of the Handgun and were muttering about where the porter was! This person is with that poor cat thief and-“

“I am Tigris. Please refrain from choosing words that may be racially sensitive.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll correct it to a thief. I was rubbing my belly button in an ugly way with that ugly sperm thief!”

The two magistrates, Eshen and Nidrogar, nodded to her. Then he stuck out his thumb and snapped it downward.

“Death penalty. Unconditional death penalty.”

“Death penalty. You deserve to die.”

“···Hold. Hold! Wait a minute. What are they doing?”

At the words of Monica, the chief justice nominated by Eshen and Nidroga, I was in awe… I couldn’t let go.

I sent a look to my sister asking for help. The sister took the cake plate from in front of Morgan, took out another match, and lit the remaining candles.

“Eshen, where are these candles now?”

“On top of the whipped cream on the birthday cake.”

“Nidro, what day is today?”

“It’s the day Villena was born.”

“That’s right. Today, this is a place to celebrate the birthday of our friend and colleague, Vilena. It’s not a place to play trial and interrogate what happened between Tan and Vilena. But first, let’s sing a happy birthday song. , After blowing out the candles-“

Sister Monica, who gently interceded like a kindergarten director, pointed to the side where Villena was supposed to sit and said.

And then he looked back at Villena’s empty chair with a strange expression on his face.

“Where is Villena?”

I cleared my throat uncomfortably and looked back at my sister. Still looking for help. Because I was caught at a critical point and being threatened, I couldn’t express anything more than that.

The sister pointed under the table with a shocked look on her face. I nodded as slowly as possible so as not to be noticed by the gunman hiding under the tablecloth…

Villena noticed and grabbed her egg, causing her to scream.

“Hkkkk-!”

“Villena, Bilena! Let me go! Don’t do that!”

“Below! Under the table! That bitch is now stealing and eating right in front of you!”

———–

“You thought you wouldn’t get caught? Are you out of your mind?”

Villena, who had disappeared under her table as soon as her lights went out, was indulging her body parts instead of the cream on her cake on her own birthday.

And right before she was caught, she even made a move as if she wanted to destroy the evidence. I was grateful that my penis wasn’t something that easily fell off my body.

She turned on the light in the room and Eshen glared at Villena as if it was absurd. Villena lifted her chin and faced Eshen proudly, as if wondering what she was going to do.

“···There’s hair around your mouth. You helpless bitch.”

Villena, blushing a little and brushing off her curly fur, took her bottle of water from her sister with narrowed eyes and rinsed her mouth.

“Anyway, I won.”

“Win what?”

“Just a few hours ago, I thought I was in the same situation as the defeated evil heroine in a novel. Not anymore.”

Bile I held close to her, wrapping her arms around me. And she had a very strange expression.

So, the expression looks like a girl who has never really seduced someone before is forcing out her inner seductiveness.

“It’s too bad for you guys, but I felt the chemistry between the porter and me. There was a special bond that was inseparable, like a planet and a star, like a pair of neodymium magnets. Who else is Tan? “It’s just the two of us feeling that we wouldn’t have expressed to anyone else. So, Eshen, it’s better for your mental health to just accept the outcome and forget about it as quickly as possible.”

“What is he talking about?”

Eshen looked back at Nidroga. As she went to Nidro, she giggled as if she knew something.

“The novels piled up in Villena’s house… Usually, whether it’s a male protagonist or a female protagonist, there is a clear winner who wins over the best of the opposite sex. Just like novels for girls usually do.”

“···Aha. So you paid the lease?”

As Eshen laughed, covering her mouth as if laughing, Villena looked back at me with a confused expression.

Her face is flushed. I can smell alcohol on my breath, so I don’t think it’s because I’m embarrassed.

“Villena. There seems to be a misunderstanding, but it is not a territory that can be invaded and eaten by troops. Rather, it is closer to a common land where everyone can let cattle out and graze on the grass.”

I washed my face dry and tried to overcome the devastation.

“And what are you saying after almost turning me into a eunuch twice? A special connection?”

“···I grabbed it because I was surprised, because I was surprised! No matter how inexperienced I am, I know that it’s a vital point! I didn’t grab it hard because I didn’t know!”

“Well, you must have read a lot of female-oriented romance novels. Oh my, are you so excited that the two of you spent some quality time together? I did it, he did it, we all did it, and for a moment, I guess you dreamed of a pure and innocent love story? Huh? “

Eshen taunted Villena by tickling her, and when she was cornered, Villena resisted by waving her hands wildly.

Meanwhile, her sister was startled by the smell of alcohol in the air, and sighed when she saw Villena’s empty wine glass.

“···Villena, are you drunk?”

“I’m not drunk! Based on positivism, give me a reason for thinking I’m drunk!”

“···I was very drunk. Well, I guess I went under the table thinking I wouldn’t get caught. I’m sorry, Leni, yes.”

The twins were the only people at this table who were quietly eating while enduring this mess.

Nenya nodded, her face set coldly, but Leni snickered and pretended to be okay.

“Don’t worry about us. It’s fun to watch. Just last year, Eshen and Villena weren’t that bright. But it’s a little scary to see them like this, isn’t it?”

“Are you scared?”

“First of all, Eshen, Monica. Nidro, Villena. It looks like even Morgan, who announced his intention to recruit yesterday, has already become involved. In fact, aren’t there more people among us who haven’t been touched? Isn’t it possible that me and Nenya will be there soon too?”

“Let’s not say anything terrible and eat something, Lennie.”

“Ah. There is one more person I didn’t touch. Isilun Sunstorm, who is currently talking with Captain Tomko. But at this frightening rate of conquest, even the daughter of the famous Sunstorm, who calls herself a servant, will be gone in about fifteen days-“

“Oh, let’s eat! I’m so distraught that I’m dying, why are you doing this too?”

Nenya held her head and cried out.

Meanwhile, Eshen, who had torn Villena from me and dragged her to the ground, let go of Villena, who was exhausted and exhausted from her strength, from her arms.

“That’s right. There are a lot of them.”

“···So you’re telling me to give up? Don’t even think about competition and just quit?”

Villena, who was so drunk that she couldn’t even get up, had tears in her eyes, and Eshen pouted at her while stroking her head like she was his pet.

“Why are you talking so seriously? Do whatever you want.”

“···It’s even more suspicious to come out like that. If I touched your man without telling him, isn’t it normal to be jealous and angry?”

“If I were to come here and say who gets what and who doesn’t, then Monica and I would have been fighting each other by the hair from the beginning. But what Lenny said is right. Five people. Isn’t that too much in the blink of an eye?”

“There are six people.”

Nidroga hummed in a passing tone. The party members all looked back at Nidroga.

“Are you assuming that I crossed over to the Succubus Queen?”

“Is that possible, Eshen? There are only six people in this world like you and me.”

The party members who were looking at Nidroga all turned their heads towards me again.

“Who is the other one?”

“Tell the sinner what is right.”

“That bastard is a breeding machine or something?”

“There was only a dragon and our party members on that island. Could it be a dragon?”

“No. There were members of the Sunstorm family, and Florica, who had drifted away and was washed away. No wonder she was drawn to the sickly charm of a person who had just recently come back to life…”

I looked back at the beautiful scenery outside the window. If it wasn’t up in the sky, I would have been able to escape cleanly over there.

Eshen scoffed and put his hand inside my pants belt. And then he put his head closer to me, who was shocked.

“I’m going to count to three.”

“I can never tell you.”

“You know very well, but my grip won’t be as fluffy as Villena’s. Just give me a name and I’ll take care of it.”

“Even if it explodes, I can’t speak-“

“Then, without any hesitation on either side, I will tell you Ragnaroka.”

Nidroga said with a grin.

Nenya dropped her spoon. Eshen asked, squinting as if he had never heard of it.

“Who is that?”

As I was biting my lip and unable to speak, Nidroga answered again. He happily leaned against the window and rested his chin.

“Our mom.”

An excruciating silence filled the room.

Eshen, who was pretending to be angry, looked back at me with admiring eyes.

“Tan, is he God?”

“Would I be a god? I wouldn’t know if I were an asshole.”

“Let’s just assume that from now on you are the god of pounce. How could you think of fucking a woman who is your friend’s mother, a rich person who owns an entire island, and a dragon lord in just a few days?”

“···Sister Monica-! There’s a whole potato stuck in Nenya’s throat-!

“Kahak. Keheek. Cua-oak-“

“No matter how surprised you are, how can you possibly swallow it all? Cough, cough!”

Leni shouted urgently and patted Nenya on the back. Sister Monica, frightened, rushed towards Nenya, her face turning pale.

Only after the commotion was somewhat under control were we able to sing happy birthday and have a more normal conversation.

I suddenly thought. How long has it been since we last had such a noisy and friendly meal?

Eshen and Villena were still growling occasionally, Morgan and Sister were whispering as if they were plotting something, and Nenya was now glancing at me with a look closer to fear than contempt.

Whatever it was, at least it was a feeling I didn’t have when I was rolling around to my death under Adamantone.

“What? Why is your face suddenly brightening? It’s disgusting.”

“Just.”

Eshen raised his eyebrows. Don’t play around with Vilena by claiming her right to take precedence and hugging me so she can’t even eat.

I answered with a smile.

“Just because I was so happy.”

————-

The warrior opened his eyes. How long has it been since this much pain?

The body was submerged in the green water of a huge tank. My mind was immersed in endless suffering and anguish. Fate is immersed in misfortune.

And my brain was lost in thought. I couldn’t even move due to the sticky pressure surrounding my whole body, so all I could do was think.

The warrior, who could not even swim because he had no legs, thought and thought as he floated in the solution with his eyes half open.

Where did the button of destiny come from? What on earth did he do to deserve such humiliation and suffering?

Looking back, that was when things started to go wrong…

‘Porter.’

Perhaps that long-awaited meditation was an opportunity to properly look back on his own mistakes for the first time since his birth.

However, Adamantone Sunstorm was not a rational person. Although he was certainly given many opportunities throughout his life, Adamantone was never able to become a trustworthy son, a kind neighbor, or at least a law-abiding citizen who would not harm others without reason.

If the criteria for being human include psychological states, then depending on one’s perspective, someone might say that he is not even human. At least those who know him would claim so with one voice. ‘Something went wrong. ‘It’s not a human baby.’

Hero Adamantone Sunstorm, whose qualifications as a human being were questioned, therefore stopped thinking about his mistakes as he had done so far. Skillfully. As if it were natural.

Adamantone first drew a conclusion and began to think of hatred. Porter. It’s the porter’s fault. All this nonsense started because the porter left the party.

If only he hadn’t dared to leave. If that were the case, he would not have suffered necrosis of his testicles from being bitten by a rare poisonous snake. Because that never happened while we were together. If he was going to leave, he should have left that wisdom behind. His body had to be released, but the head containing the precious knowledge had to be cut off and taken with him. Adamantone regretted his mercy in letting his bastard live.

In the end, it was his fault that he was demoted from the status of ‘Party Federation’s Top 100 Promising Heroes’ due to poor performance recently. If he had stayed, he could have safely performed as well as he did before. Traveling through remote areas where others wouldn’t even dare to venture. There was a long way to go and much to achieve, but what right does a porter have to run away and abandon a warrior who is on a great journey?

If you think about it, isn’t it his fault that the party got so small? Looking back, the reason why the members of the Adamantone Party, which had a certain size and organizational power, left his side one by one, at most dozens at a time, was when he started spewing out one or two unpleasant words one by one, thinking it was advice…

‘Was that guy I saw on Captain Tomko’s ship the porter? I bet it was. I don’t know his name, but I remember his face. If it weren’t for that beast bitch, he would have been killed…’

It’s a baseless speculation. This is ridiculous slander. It is cowardly to pass on responsibility to the weak.

Someone may point out that. But Adamantone didn’t think of it that way at all. This is because personality breakdowns such as blaming others or taking out one’s anger are the diseases of losers, and they do not occur in those who grew up in a good environment and were loved.

Therefore, the assumption that all this suffering is ‘the fault of the porter who did not properly assist him’ is only the result of an accurate calculation based on cool-headed judgment.

Although it was a way of thinking that brothers and sisters who grew up in the same environment would never agree with, Adamantone felt satisfied with the conclusion.

And he wanted to share that satisfaction. As soon as anyone spoke to him half a day after his awakening, Adamantone gave his views as they were.

Gunther Waldenhardt blinked for a moment.

“Is that the first thing you say as soon as you can open your mouth? Are you going to kill the porter, Tan Bantai? Not Tomko, who ripped off your legs, not the dragons who left your legs to rot, but Tan Bantai?”

At first glance, it sounded like an accusation. ‘Are you afraid to hold the powerful accountable, so you take out your anger on the powerless and irrelevant?’

Adamantone closed his circuits before the accusation could reach his brain. Then his eyes widened and he focused on the important information.

“His name was Bantai? Was it Bantai?”

Maybe it’s a large party, but in a small group, he’s so indifferent that he can’t even remember the names of party members who have been together for several years.

Bishop Waldenhardt looked puzzled again.

“Yes, it was Bantai. Why do you hate a mere porter so deeply? Why?”

“The crime is clear. He is a dog who dared not know what was up and down and ran away after feeding a warrior. How is this different from a hunting dog biting its owner and running away without permission? No matter what happens, we will catch him without fail, and cut off his head as if we were disposing of a dog at the end of the hunting season. I’ll hang it!”

“How-“

“When I ran into that bastard on Captain Tomko’s ship, I should have cut his head right off!”

Misunderstandings arise.

If Adam Manton had taken a closer look at Lan Van Thai, whom he met on the boat, he would have laughed and said that there were all women in the world who looked like Van Thai.

Mental artifacts that create illusions in the brain work equally well on everyone, and Adamantone does not have the skill or observation skills to notice other people’s disguises.

In other words, it is a situation that is no different from seeing someone who resembles your enemy and misunderstanding them as your enemy. It’s like a broken clock accidentally showing the correct time.

Waldenhardt had to keep that possibility in mind. He had to doubt that even a fool could guess the answer.

But Adamantone is not the only one who can believe what he wants to believe. It is an unavoidable human attribute…

This is also a trap that fathers easily fall into.

“Did you have the insight to recognize such a thing?”

After a moment of silence to gather his thoughts, Gunther Waldenhardt sat down on a chair in front of his healing tank and sighed.

Adamantone, who stuck his head out of his solution, looked down at the bald head and felt the urge to kick it like a ball. This is sleep. This bald bastard was the one who motivated him to challenge Tomko, thinking he was a piece of shit.

‘First of all, once my body heals, I have to kill this big bald religious bastard too – wait.’

Suddenly, Adamantone remembered three facts.

His severed leg will not grow back, so his body will not get better. And Adamantone was receiving treatment by trusting himself to this person.

Lastly, this bald man survived and escaped from the dragons’ lair by carrying himself on his back, even after going through an epic battle of unknown origin.

That last fact was enough to make me feel afraid. Adamantone quickly forgot about his revenge on the big religious bald man.

“I confess.”

“What do you mean? I am heterosexual. Although I am very handsome, I politely refuse to-“

“That is not a confession. For the past several years, I have been filled with frustration, thinking that you were a failure. The filth from the legitimacy of the old warrior has tainted the family line like poison in the blood, and indeed, in my generation, great descendants like my ancestors have been born. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to see it.”

Should we give up the throne to the strong who defeated even the dragons? Adamantone, who had been deeply concerned for a moment, was relieved.

And I don’t know what it was, but he was upset because he felt like it was an accusation.

“I beg your pardon?”

“But you risked your life to set the law straight. And from now on, you will truly be a warrior.”

Adamantone, whose eyes widened violently, quickly smiled sheepishly at the praise. Without even understanding what he was being praised for.

“That’s right. I thought I was fooled by the absurd claim that testicles could be restored, but in reality, there was another reason. It was to recognize a slave who turned his back on loyalty and abandon his master, and to punish him for going against a seasoned warrior even if it meant putting his life in danger. What’s more? If so, that’s great.”

“···No problem. I’m kind of great.”

“Ah. ‘The warrior reigns, and all obey, and it is satisfying to see mankind in order.’ It is truly in line with the virtues of the old order. Mithras, is a new fire of hope blooming and flickering in my old heart? Am.”

Waldenhardt sighed with satisfaction, reciting an old saying. Then he opened his mouth wide like a crocodile and smiled inhumanly.

Anyone else would have felt fear at that inhuman laugh, but Adamantone was filled with emotions far from fear.

A familiarity that I don’t know what it is, and… A strange empathy that comes from deep in my heart.

It seems as if this person would understand. Adamantone’s own boldness and boldness, which the idiots outside are trying to disparage as shameless and careless…

“I am proud of you, Adamantone. How could I not be proud? I can finally call you this. Son.”

“I’m sure I’m better off – wait. What?”

“He said it was his son. Adamanthon Waldenhardt. “Maybe you are my first success.”