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

Tap tap tap... tap tap tap...

The jolting jolted House awake, and he opened his eyes blankly... Before him lay a pure white expanse, soft and warm.

Is this...am I inside Omia's giant bomb?

Unfortunately, this beautiful fantasy did not come to fruition. A few sleep bubbles burst in front of his eyes. House wiped away his drool and straightened up abruptly. He felt a tremor coming from below. Before his eyes could react, his buttocks reacted.

I am not in a wheelchair.

"What...what the hell?"

He gently stroked the horse's head, which was trembling up and down in front of him. The fine downy hair was as soft as water. House was shocked to find himself on the back of a white horse!

"Oh, you're awake?"

A soft, yielding sensation crept up his spine as two marshmallow-like masses pressed against his back, and Kiaran's authoritative profile peeked out from the side of his face.

House has always been very sensitive to smells, and he likes to label them.

For example, Omia's scent is like a blend of cedar and patchouli, pure and flawless, yet dangerous... If you're in the same room with this scent, she'll entangle your Adam's apple if you breathe too heavily.

But Chiarand is different. Her scent is like mint, light and cool. But it's also very "heart-stirring." This concept is very abstract... It's probably like the scent of moisture slowly evaporating from the soft skin of a beautiful young woman after a bath, like bitter orange leaf, slightly bitter and sweet.

"You slept long enough...Are you very tired?"

Kiaran struck up a conversation with him casually, each sweet breath hitting House's ear.

The young virgin couldn't stand the stimulation and his ears turned red on the spot. But as shy as he was, he would lose face if he actually showed it!

And it's clear that the biggest problem right now isn't that...

He stroked the white horse beneath him, then looked back at Kiaran, who held the reins, and Omia, who was holding a lantern for illumination.

House felt like his brain was stuck in a frame.

"What on earth is going on... Where are we?"

He looked up at the sky, and the dark shadows of several birds flew across the bright, silvery full moon.

No way, is that Genshin Impact messing with me? They said nothing would happen! How much time has passed in the real world already?!

"Are you still half asleep?" Chiaran tugged at the reins, and the white horse whimpered, its lips trembling. "Heading to the capital, where else would we go?"

"No...I know, but where did this horse come from? And where's my wheelchair? And what about the children???"

Faced with House's three deadly questions, Omia, sitting at the back, covered her mouth and giggled in mock laughter.

"Mr. House, you're really asleep, aren't you? Hehehe, it's quite cute. This horse was a gift from Commander Gray."

Kiaran's eyelids drooped slightly, the whites of his eyes tinged with blue: "Your wheelchair can fold up and hang on a horse's rear end."

"What—uh!"

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through his temples, and House suddenly recalled that missing memory.

After leaving the room in the morning, the children were taken away by the paladins, but Gray was still worried about the three of them, so he insisted on bringing out a white horse from his own troops for them to ride.

There's no need to worry about the three of them squeezing into the car. The Marco Polo train in the Holy Knight Legion is several times bigger than the ones House had in his previous life. Three Liangzi could squeeze in on it, so it wouldn't be a problem for House and his two companions to fit in.

Besides the horse, Gray also brought out a whole bunch of miscellaneous travel supplies, such as food, maps, lanterns, and disposable emergency medical scrolls. His enthusiasm almost overwhelmed the three of them.

Then House asked Kiaran, "Are all these paladins rich? They're being way too kind."

Kiaran nodded and replied, "You're absolutely right, they really do own a mine."

After Omia's explanation, House learned that in addition to being respected in Grayvalan, paladins also possessed countless properties and territories.

In Greyland, there is a high-priced gemstone similar to a diamond called "Star Teardrop".

This precious, rare, beautiful, and highly practical gemstone is a true hard currency in Greyvale.

Not only can it be used to flaunt wealth, but it also possesses a massive flow of magic power. After being forged, it can be used as an accessory to enhance abilities.

The Paladins manage and control 95% of the production areas for "Star Teardrops" in the entire Grayland. So, regardless of individual combat strength, the Paladin Order's main strategy in battle is to be wealthy and powerful, and to overwhelm opponents with superior equipment.

They used all sorts of arcane magic and rare items without restraint.

Even if the other side had hundreds of thousands of peasant soldiers and militia, they couldn't withstand the enemy's airplanes and artillery.

That's why Gray didn't feel bad at all giving them so many things.

Of course, in the end, it's true that Gray did this because he's kind-hearted; after all, there's a saying that the richer people are, the stingier they are.

"Alan, approximately how far have we traveled since leaving that village?"

Kiaran took out a map from his waist and pointed to the road marked on it: "It's about 16km... This horse is carrying three people and so much stuff, the speed is already pretty good."

"16km??"

House clicked his tongue and started doing mental calculations. There was still a month and a half until the blizzard. If he walked 16 kilometers a day, even if he walked for 50 days, he would only be able to walk 800 kilometers!

Even if you triple that number, it's still only 2400 kilometers, which is far from the straight-line distance of 3000 kilometers!

Seeing House sweating profusely, Kiaran blinked his dry eyes and said, "I know what you're thinking. We definitely can't get there by walking, so we're now bypassing the Kingdom of Oreg and heading towards the Kingdom of Cecily behind it."

"There's an airship port there. It takes about thirteen or fourteen days to get there, and then another seven or eight days by airship to reach the capital."

"Hmm... the Kingdom of Cecily again...? Just how many kingdoms are there on this Northern Continent?"

Omia put her hand on Kiaran's shoulder and made an "OK" sign: "There are four in total: the capital city of Rodran, and three other small countries: the Kingdom of Oreg, the Kingdom of Cecily, and the Kingdom of Tirno."

"Hmm...have you two both been there?"

Kiaran shook his head: "I spent some time in Tirno before, it was a terrible place... I don't know about the other two."

Omia clasped her hands together and said with a wry smile, "No, I grew up in Yelo Village since I was little."

"I see..." House gazed at Omia's long, pale purple hair swaying in the night breeze behind her. "Omia, who did you learn magic from? Are there any magic teachers in Yelo Village?"

House's topic also piqued Chiarand's interest, and she turned half her face to ask:

"Hmm...that's true. I always knew you could make potions, but I didn't expect you could also use magic. The magical power you unleashed when you activated that King-level scroll to save Gray was quite frightening. What level of magician are you?"

Omia was embarrassed by their questions, and she poked her finger and said:

"No, not really... Aside from water magic, which is high-level, all the other magic is intermediate-level."

"ha?"

Kiaran's brow, which had remained perfectly still, furrowed taut like a bowstring: "...Other magic? Are you proficient in all attributes!?"

"Hehehe...it's nothing special," Omia said, scratching the back of her head.

House recalled that he remembered reading "The Sword Emperor Who Befriended Dragons" before.

According to the regulations established by the most authoritative magic association in Grayvalan, 'Karabichu':

There are six types of magic that are generally available for learning and mastering.

Wind magic, water magic, fire magic, earth magic, plant-based magic, and spirit-penetrating magic.

Most people are already quite impressive if they master three of these attributes, and mastering four is considered exceptionally gifted. But to master all six...

House's jaw dropped. "Miss Omia...then I really need to ask you who you learned this magic from..."

Omia did not evade the question; she answered quite naturally:

"Hmm...it was probably six years ago? Back then, a very, very powerful Water King-level (water elemental magic reaching the King level, abbreviated as Water King-level) mage passed through Yelo Village. He came to me to order potions, and I made two extra bottles for him. He was so happy that he taught me how to use them~"

The girl's face, so innocent and honest, showed no trace of falsehood, which only made things more ridiculous... How could she describe learning six spells as as easy as grabbing eggs at a supermarket?

Upon hearing this, Kiaran said "Oh," and nodded, saying:

"Ah... I think I know who you're talking about. I remember that guy."

"Right? Miss Chialan too, right? That gentleman has a... well, a particularly memorable face."

Hey, what's with this pause? Is it because I'm ugly?

"What...is his name?" House followed up the conversation.

Omia and Chiaran were silent for a second, then they both uttered the name in unison:

"His name seems to be... Rudius Greirat?"