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

"—Mr. House! Waaaaah, Mr. House, I knew it was a misunderstanding! I knew you wouldn't abandon me!"

With a slightly sour smell like peeled tangerines, House didn't struggle like before, even though the girl hugged him very tightly.

He's figured it out now. Since he doesn't have the tools to commit the crime, why resist these contacts? Since he can't give up his virginity in the end anyway, why trap himself in this mess?

So, faced with this sweet and soothing service from the adorable Omia, House didn't struggle at all.

Damn it, I've suffered so much, this is what I deserve.

"Ah...!" Omia jumped back two steps in alarm, like a startled rabbit. "House, I'm so sorry... I got so excited... Are you alright?"

As he breathed in fresh air again through his nostrils, House reluctantly straightened his gaze and said casually:

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm perfectly fine, Miss Omia."

Before returning to the pharmacy, Chiarand told House that he was going back to pack his luggage and asked him to do the same. If there were no problems tomorrow, the two of them would set off immediately.

Although he didn't know why they were in such a hurry, House had no reason to refuse, so he came back this time to say goodbye to Omia.

Well... after only a few days of contact, House felt a little reluctant to part ways. He had originally planned to ask Omia if she would like to travel with him.

But thinking about it later... there must have been a lot of danger and hardship along the way, and given Kiaran's personality, he would probably just find it troublesome and wouldn't be willing to go.

But looking at the girl's innocent smile, the words "I'm leaving tomorrow" stuck in his throat, and House couldn't bring himself to say them.

Seeing House's unpleasant expression, Omia's lips curled slightly, revealing two pink dimples, and she tilted her head slightly:

"Mr. House... what's wrong? Is there something you want to say?"

"I..." House was speechless for a moment.

"Um?"

"I...I wanted to say, Miss Omia, your potion was a huge help to me!"

Hold...

Faced with the sincere gaze of this pure young girl, how could he bear to say goodbye? Especially since she had been kind to him... House silently clutched his clothes and thought to himself.

"Huh?" Omia placed her hands on her knees and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Did I help you, Mr. House? Really? That's great... Can you tell me about it?"

Although this girl can be quite eccentric at times... her gentle and intellectual side is simply irresistible.

House gritted his teeth and swallowed back what he wanted to say, deciding to tell her later. So he cleared his throat and began to recount the strange events that had happened in the cave, how that small potion had saved him and Kiaran from dire straits.

......

"Really?!" Omia was incredibly excited after hearing this. She took House's hand, her eyes filled with intense longing.

"I'm so glad I could help you. I never imagined I could be such a big help, hehehe... I'm so happy."

House nodded. There was no point in hiding it. In the end, if it weren't for Omia's unintentional help, he and Kiaran would most likely have died in that cave.

Just then, House noticed the cuckoo clock on the wall. The beak-shaped hour hand had just passed "12." House blinked and instinctively asked a question:

"Miss Omia."

"Um?"

How old are you this year?

"Hmm...it's impolite to ask a girl's age casually," Omia teased deliberately, then laughed at herself. "But I really like Mr. House, so it's okay. I just turned 20 a month ago, so I'm an adult now."

House later learned that the legal age of majority in Greyland was 20.

However, this has little to do with what he's about to say, so let's leave it at that for now: "20 years old... Miss Omia, what... do you think of the Hero?"

"Huh?" The question startled the girl. "This...is really annoying, isn't it? After all, what they did is unforgivable."

"Things? What exactly are they?"

"This... there's just too much. If I were to rant about it, I could go on for a whole night. To put it simply, these bastards from another world do absolutely nothing right! They start wars, assassinate kings, blaspheme against gods, and turn the whole world upside down!"

"To sum it up in one sentence, he's even worse than a goblin!"

"Not even as good as goblins..." House gave a bitter laugh, wondering what the hell his dim-witted hero predecessors had done to make everyone in this world hate them so much.

"Hiss..." But when Goblinhouse spoke, two hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end, and his brow furrowed slightly. "By the way, Omia, do you know where Mr. Rudik went?"

"Mr. Rudik?" Omia was taken aback.

"Hmm...right, didn't he come back with you? When the clock tower called us to the square, all three of you disappeared. We thought he ran away with you and Miss Chialan."

"?"

"They ran away...?"

House instinctively grabbed his chin. He ran away?

Was it because he was scared after being hit that he ran away as a stress reaction? No... House doesn't think it was for that reason.

He didn't beg for mercy or cry out when he was imprisoned in the dungeon and tortured. He was also very calm after being rescued.

At this point, Omia shrugged, seemingly indignant on Rudik's behalf:

"But it's strange... The chapel is guarded all day, so Mr. Rudik couldn't possibly have had a chance to do anything. It's really disgusting that Ms. Neferi arrested him and tortured him like that without even asking what happened..."

"—?"

House's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. These words seemed to have awakened a closed door deep within him, as if something was pouring out all at once.

Yes, yes, Omia is right.

Rudik could not possibly be the criminal; he had no opportunity to commit the crime, even the villagers could see that.

But... a surprising thing happened. House recalled the whole process of saving Rudik.

He finally realized what was wrong with Rudik...

That is... he wasn't wronged.

He was clearly wronged, and such a huge accusation was being leveled against him, so why didn't Rudik cry out in protest?

If you say it's disappointment with the villagers and humans, that's not entirely true, because even if someone is extremely disappointed, even if they don't show it on their face, they'll probably say something like:

"It wasn't me..." "You've arrested the wrong person..." "You idiots..." "Do whatever you want... it wasn't me anyway." "I'll admit to anything... just let me get some sleep..."

Or something like that, just grumbling?

But why didn't Rudik show any of that emotion? It was as if... as if he had admitted that he had done it, neither humble nor arrogant, but completely submissive.

And then there was that expression on his face when he first asked him to go on a mission, trying to persuade him to stay... House couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

And there is a question that has been overlooked: if Rudik is not the murderer, then who stole the original King's Weapon?

Many questions lingered in House's mind, and he couldn't figure it out. Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door—thump, thump, thump!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.