I Was Kicked Out of the Hero Party and the Elves I Raised Are Obsessed With Me

1 . The hero kicked me out.

It was a rainy day.

The invisible darkness, they pushed me deeper into the abyss.

Naturally, as if saying a casual greeting.

“Leave… ? Wait, what do you mean by that?”

I didn’t understand why he left with the Demon Castle in front of him. His mood was infinitely serious to think it was a trivial joke.

Of course, he knew how to defeat the demon king together and share wealth and fame.

Even if they were my humble porters, I thought they shared the weight of their fate.

It was just a matter of taking one step forward.

Leon, the leader of the warrior party standing in front of me, spoke again in a blunt tone without a change in expression.

“It is literally. Get out of this party.”

Stare at Leon’s face in a dumbfounded state.

There were times when he usually spat harsh words at me in a playful tone, but this was a different atmosphere from that time.

Is it greed? Otherwise there is no explanation

He must have wanted to reduce even one more person and receive a big reward.

I am short of breath. You’re just blinded by fame, so you’re throwing me out like this, who’s shared the joys and sorrows of the past few years?

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F*ck, even when I send a puppy I’ve raised for a year, I wouldn’t send it so carelessly.

Boa rises. Grinding his teeth, he rushed at Leon.

I know it’s a battle I can’t win, but I just wanted to express my feelings.

As I grab the guy in front of me by the collar and lift it up high, I hear women screaming from all directions.

Rihanna, the beggar of her back alley and the scout of the party.

Among humans, Cassandra is said to be a talent that is born once in a thousand years, and before joining the hero party, Cassandra was a promising candidate for the next Mage Tower.

Helga, the mood maker of the party, an archer who likes to drink, and boasts excellent skills.

And… the woman i loved Maria, an apprentice saint of Artaria Abbey.

They grabbed Leon by the collar and scolded me from all sides with words that were difficult to say, and were tearing at my hair so violently that I wondered if my skin was being ripped off, screaming at me to get away from the hero.

I did not give in to their attacks. However, did my sincerity reach him? The question about him has not been resolved.

Well, the only thing I did to him was to shake my hands and stare at Leon floating in the air. Other than that, I couldn’t do anything or say anything.

There were a lot of things I wanted to say, but it was best to do this because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, instead of words, my anger would pour out, and I would shed unsightly tears.

Leon sighed and his legs went up.

Puck!

Kicked in the stomach in an instant, I fell to the floor with a painful cough and was placed at a distance of about 5 meters from Leon.

As he tidied up the messy clothes he had to get caught by me, Leon opened his mouth with a voice that became colder than before.

Those words weren’t meant for colleagues who had gone on a trip together until now, but for a bandit who lived somewhere plundering people.

“Ain, we have no intention of going with you. Honestly, isn’t it normal to say thanks to me for having a trashy porter with no talent and incompetence like you, just because you’re a friend? Know the subject.”

I had nothing to say.

Honestly, Leon was right.

My role at the party was that of a simple porter, nothing more and nothing less.

You won’t need it anymore. As a porter, all I can do in the castle is to hide behind and watch the fight.

The end of the journey has come, and as long as there is only one demon king left, there is no need to carry luggage anymore.

I thought I shared their fate, but they saw me as a thief stealing their honor.

Yes, even if I were a hero, I would throw the porter away with the thought of reducing my mouth.

Looking at the floor, I was scratching at the dirty dirt with my fist. Spit mixed with phlegm with a sound.

“In lieu of severance pay. I put enough money in it, so it should be enough to go home.”

Along with the women who laughed as if they had heard a funny joke, Leon left me with nothing but swear words.

Tears cover my face.

It feels like the time I’ve spent with them so far is dissipating into meaningless dust.

I’m not asking for much. I was well aware of my location.

I had no intention of stealing their honor or money.

I just wanted to see with my own two eyes the journey of my friends and the fruits of their efforts. I just wanted to brag to the people in my hometown that they were my teammates….

Now, all of those thoughts have become meaningless echoes that resonate in my head.

What have I been doing for the party?

Can I throw myself away like this after sacrificing myself for you guys and causing myself to stay up all night?

The times we laughed and cried together, all the things we talked about our hard work over a drink at a bar were all meaningless?

I know that being a porter is a humble job, but didn’t you feel a bit grateful for me following you with 5 luggage weighing well over 20kg each, 3 tents, a bag with food and all the items for public use?

In that case, I’m glad. You can leave no regrets with them, only pure hatred.

Even if you comfort yourself like that, you can’t help but laugh.

Laughter mingled with tears echoes quietly in the dark forest.

After crying for a while, I got up and roughly brushed the mud off my body.

“Let’s go back….”

Yes, let’s do some farming in our hometown. Because there was a small piece of land left by my deceased parents. It will be enough to eat and live.

After that, I walked for a long time.

Before coming to the forest, I could see the village I stopped by briefly.

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Fortunately, there were some goods in my pocket.

When the day comes, let’s get a wagon with this little money and leave.

Even if they took a carriage to their hometown, they had to travel quite a distance, and they had to refrain from luxuries such as using an inn because they only had enough money to get a ride through bargaining.

I thought of a small monastery in the corner of the town, and headed there with the feeling of being homeless.

A monastery where even the light does not leak out because the door is already closed.

As I looked around, thinking of avoiding obesity, I heard the sound of a child crying in my ears.

I thought it was just an auditory hallucination representing my spirit crying inside.

But the sound got louder as time passed.

I looked around again and moved on.

I felt that the source of the crying was getting closer.

In front of the small monastery, in the corner of the stairs, there was a fairly large basket covered with cloth.

Probably not…. In what age is the world these days, people abandon their children in monasteries and go.

But as I approached the basket, the cries were heard more clearly than before.

Anxiety that became a reality, I moved my trembling hand with half doubt and half worry and carefully turned the white cloth over.

Seeing the tiny life inside of it, I couldn’t help but gasp.

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Four babies with slightly different skin colors, each crying in a different voice, forming a strange harmony.

How do I do it?

Do I have to take them with them until dawn and then leave them at the monastery?

Many worries run through my head.

At that time, a child opened her frowning eyes, looked at my face, and smiled.

When one child laughed, the child next to him also stopped crying, and the child next to him also showed a single smile.

I took the basket to keep the children out of the rain and hid in a suitable stable.

It smelled of horse manure, but it was enough space to escape the rain.

The children went to bed soundly before they knew it, not feeling the cold raindrops touching their skin.

I stared at the children’s faces again.

An angelic expression devoid of worldly worries.

Yes, just as I was abandoned by my beloved colleagues, you are also abandoned by your parents, who deserve to be loved.

I feel a strange sense of unity, perhaps because of the pain of being betrayed by the people I love. Yes, the wounds received by people had to be healed by people.

Perhaps this is also destiny.

Just as I was about to put my hand in the basket and carefully touch the child’s cheek, four children grabbed my fingers at the same time.

He woke up before he knew it and was looking straight into my eyes.

I feel a little strength in my little fingers holding my hand.

A power that some call fate.

At that moment, without realizing it, I burst out crying.

After dawn, I headed home with the children in my arms.

Wounds received from people must be healed with people, I never dreamed that the day would come when that trust would be broken.

Exactly four years after I brought my children to my hometown, something very different happened than I expected.

Eight voluptuous breasts pressing down on the face from all sides and the sweet scent of an adult woman paralyzing the opposite s*x.

“Dad, you were supposed to take a bath with me today!”

“Oh, no…. You decided to read me a book today….”

“What are you talking about? I thought we were going to hunt deer together on the back mountain today?”

“Don’t fight, let’s find a way to share daddy.”

Does sharing mean that you will tear my body apart and share it? I feel unbearable pain from the grip pulling me from all sides.

‘Why did this happen?’

Actually, I remember seeing it in a book before.

The fact that elves grow very fast when they are young, take on the form of an adult in three years, and live a life of immortality after that.

Somehow, it seemed like the day was more tiring than when I was at the warrior party.