What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

Meanwhile, in the village of Yelo, men carried sharpened oak stakes to form a chevaux-de-frise. The expressions on their faces showed little more than anguish and despair.

Neferi personally led the crowd in building defensive fortifications; however, these were not fortifications at all, as there wasn't even a single watchtower. They hadn't been prepared for battle for many years, and the villagers' most experienced combatmen had only ever hunted wild animals like wild boars and deer.

Even though Neferi had shouted herself hoarse, she still couldn't change the villagers' somber resolve. A group of peasants who had never even been in a fight before were now going to fight against a monster alliance that had wiped out the human kingdom's army.

Everyone felt that this was a battle with no chance of victory.

Some people thought about escaping... but the Forest of Fallen Giants was too vast. Neferi controlled the village's horses, and if they tried to run out of this dense forest on foot, it would take a whole day and night, and they might even run into those ferocious monsters.

Rather than die, the villagers decided to fight to the death.

"Treto," Neferi, whose face looked terrible as if she had eaten expired rye bread, stroked the boy's pained expression. His eyes had been red and swollen for hours, and countless tears were streaming down his face.

Normally, it's understandable for a child to be frightened, but based on Neferi's understanding of him, her son should be very brave; even if he was scared, he wouldn't cry for so long.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you? We'll be alright... Lord Hoslau will protect us."

Ironically, this was the first time in all the years that Neferi had been the abbess of the chapel that she had sincerely prayed to this ethereal "King of the Bow".

She had never trusted this guy before, not even once.

Treto didn't speak, but just tugged at his mother's skirt and sobbed, as if the gentler Neferi was to him, the more pain he felt.

With a formidable enemy at hand, Neferi didn't have time to worry about him. She waved her arms and began directing the villagers again:

"Everyone! If spilling oil on the forest path has become unavoidable, we must fight those damned monsters to the death!"

Just then, a bald man covered in sweat jumped out from the crowd.

That was Bond. After being knocked unconscious by Chiarand, he woke up at the same time as the executioners.

But when he woke up, the goblin Rudic, who should have also fainted at the same time, was gone. Neferi gave him the task of digging three feet into the ground with his big dog Chew, and he must find those beasts who betrayed the village!

Seeing his hurried movements, Neferi paused, "Didn't find it... Sigh, I know, stop looking, you can help build the defenses too—"

But Bond's high-pitched voice quickly drowned out Neferpitou's and echoed throughout the entire street:

"My lord! Chiarand and House are back! They're back! They've come back from the forest!!"

"What!?"

Neferi's brows furrowed sharply, drawing the attention of all the villagers who had heard the news. When they realized what was happening, the fear on their faces quickly turned to anger...

Omia, whose gaze had remained dim throughout, finally raised her head again.

During the time that Kiaran and his companion were missing, Neferi labeled them with countless accusations, some as vicious as others, such as traitors who betrayed humanity, the masterminds behind the attack on the village, or even heinous villains.

"Damn it...you dare come back? Treto, you stay right there!" Neferi gritted her teeth in hatred, bursting through the crowd and running towards the village entrance. "Those two damned demon bastards...I'm going to kill them!"

Seeing this, the villagers stopped what they were doing, grabbed their weapons, and followed Neferi towards the village entrance. It's no exaggeration to say that everyone knew what was about to happen...

Those two adulterous orc bastards will be hung up, handcuffed to a cross, and then roasted alive into dried-up corpses by burning firewood.

This is how the people of the North Continent always treat traitors.

The large crowd was stunned as soon as they arrived at the village entrance. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down from the sky, extinguishing their anger. When they saw the familiar object, all the anger and fear on their faces vanished.

The girl carrying a giant sword on her back held a crown woven from black thorns in her hands!

Neferi's jaw nearly dropped: "This... a royal artifact?! You... this is..."

Neferi was momentarily speechless upon seeing the sacred artifact again. On one hand, she could not forgive the two for their disrespectful behavior towards her, and her anger was hard to dissipate.

But she must admit that upon seeing the crown of thorns that symbolized safety, almost all other emotions vanished from her heart except for joy...

She walked forward tremblingly, while Kiaran, not wanting to deal with the situation, handed the crown to House.

House awkwardly clutched the crown, feeling the sting of hundreds of sharp gazes on his face, but to avoid taking the blame, he still had to explain himself:

"Ahem... Listen carefully, Neferi, I won't hold what happened before against you. Miss Chialan knocked you all out because there was no time to waste; efficiency was paramount."

He brandished the crown in his hand: "We didn't run away, we went through countless hardships to recreate a royal artifact, unlike the one we lost!"

"What??" Neferi's jaw almost dropped to the ground. She had lived in this village for so many years and had never heard of a royal weapon being able to be recreated.

But when she looked again at the crown in House's hand, she had to admit that what he said was true.

From childhood to adulthood, she had to stare at the "royal artifact" and recite prayers every morning and evening. So many years of experience told her that the crown in front of her was different from the previous one in every detail.

"This really is a brand new Royal Relic... How did you get your hands on it...?"

House lowered his voice and cut her off abruptly: "What do you care how we got it? Just hurry up and take this back to reopen the barrier..."

As he spoke, he cleverly raised his voice to the villagers behind him, trying to sell himself:

"Oh dear! Village Chief Neferi! No need to thank me! Saving the village from this disaster was Miss Chiaran's wish! No need to thank me! Please put this royal artifact back quickly!"

The villagers looked at each other, momentarily confused about the situation...

"Didn't the village chief say those two were beasts, scoundrels, and bastards...? How come they brought back the royal weapon?"

"Oh, who cares why? Maybe the village chief made a mistake! All I know is that Wang Qi is back! We don't have to fight anymore...we're safe! Hahahaha!"

"You're right...why worry about so much! Good job, brothers! Thanks!"

"Yes...yes! My benefactor! My benefactor!"

"Our benefactor! We're so sorry, our benefactor! We even doubted you back then! You're the benefactor of our village!"

The villagers, having escaped their despair, quickly regarded House as their savior, and their cheers for him startled flocks of birds in the forest.

In the blink of an eye, the two went from sinners who should have been burned at the stake to the saviors of the village... This transformation was so rapid that Kiaran couldn't help but scoff, but it didn't matter. She didn't care about other people's opinions at all, after all, this was just being forced to go to work.

Before Neferi could react, House shoved the crown of thorns into her hand, glaring at her as he said:

"Go and put your things back where they belong right now, don't just stand there like an idiot."

Hearing the thunderous cheers behind her, Neferi forced a half-serious smile and turned around:

"Ha...ha...everyone, it seems I was mistaken...Mr. House and Miss Chiarand are our true benefactors—"

The wheelchair slowly glided through the noisy, crowded people. House automatically shut out all the noise. He didn't want to hear these so-called thanks and cheers. He only knew that he was so tired that his bones felt like jelly. Now he needed to take a shower and then lie in bed and have a good sleep.

"ha......"

Bored out of his mind, he yawned and looked at the villagers and Treto walking toward the chapel in the distance. He thought to himself, "This mess is finally over. I can finally take a short break...?"

House's bright eyes flickered slightly, and his eyebrows gradually furrowed.

The moon tonight... is ridiculously bright.