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

"What are you...?"

These words instantly eased the tense atmosphere. Omia and Old Sangbo were both taken aback. This unexpected remark almost made them burst out laughing, but they managed to hold it in when they thought about the possible consequences of laughing.

Faced with House's questioning, the beastman pried open his eyes with his claws: "I'm blind, I can't see, I rely on my hearing... Are you the leader of this group?"

In the flash of lightning, House could see clearly that the other party had not lied to him; the orc's two eyes were a grayish-black color like mold, a sign of retinal detachment.

But this is no easy topic... House couldn't help but take a half step back. Are you serious, friend...? If you can't see, how are you finding your place right now?

Hearing? Smell?

But it's pouring rain right now! Holy crap, are you even going to stop acting, Fu Rui the cat-eared guy?

House couldn't fathom the strength of this seasoned veteran, and he was also wary of the pack of madmen behind him; they had been itching to make a move from the very beginning, baring their teeth and barking warning growls. Compared to them, the wrinkled, blind old man was indeed much easier to get along with.

"I...we're just a passing caravan, there's no relationship between us, old man, you..."

House was speaking when the old orc interrupted him, "My name is Slod, and I am the chieftain of the orcs of the Ancient Tree Forest. I apologize for stopping you in this heavy rain."

"?"

This repetitive talk left House, the super-sticky guy, completely bewildered.

House had never seen an apology described as "a slight apology."

Damn, there's absolutely no sincerity in this; it even carries a hint of provocation.

"All bark and no bite, time is tight and the task is heavy. To put it simply, we stopped you with no ill intentions. I just want to ask one question..."

Slod frowned at his blind eyes: "Have you seen two young men from my clan? One is called Spencer, and the other is called Rosso. They are both cat-beastmen. They are easy to identify by their appearance. Their figures are relatively slender compared to the guys around me, not much different from yours."

House looked back at old Sambo, who took off his hat, wiped the rain off his face, and quickly shook his head.

He squinted and thought carefully for a moment. Orcs... no, absolutely not. House, who had killed hundreds or thousands of Fury and Old Feng in his previous life with lightning speed, was confident enough to make this decision. No one hated Fury more than him. If he had seen such orcs with his own eyes, he would not have forgotten them.

"No, I've never seen it," he answered honestly.

Slod silently tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword: "Really? Not even the slightest clue?"

"No, I have no recollection of it."

The old leader took a deep breath of the damp air mixed with the smell of rain into his lungs. He couldn't detect any lie in the other person's voice... There wasn't a single pause or tremor in their tone when they spoke.

That's the truth...

Sloth clicked his tongue and lowered his cat ears: "Well... it's alright. It seems I've taken up your time and caused you trouble. I apologize for the inconvenience. Spencer and Rosso are very important young men in my clan. Spencer is my grandson, and he's getting married tomorrow... They've been missing for a day and a night, which is really bad news for our clan. So, I apologize again."

House silently pinched his thigh to control his anger, thinking to himself, "You old bastard, if it weren't for the fact that you have more people, I would rip your hood off right now and slap you in the face."

Damn it, our carriage almost overturned, and you just dismissed it with an apology? What kind of beastmen are you? You're more like a bunch of thugs.

And so, those orcs behind the carriage weren't trying to steal the coffin, but simply there to capture me and Kiaran off the carriage?

You're pretty ruthless, old man...

"Well... I'll let you all continue to pass now. Sorry." With that, Slod didn't linger any longer. He flicked his wrist, leaving a few orc warriors behind, then lifted the hood of his cloak and led the orcs up the tree. Then, hundreds of cats and dogs silently climbed the hundred-meter-high fir tree, leaping and flashing among the shadows like flying insects.

The few orcs that Slode left behind were used to clean up the orcs that had been beaten to their knees by Kiaran and House.

House swallowed hard; it was a terrifying sight.

A torrential downpour, howling hurricanes, and thunderous roars filled the air. Hundreds of silent beastmen followed you up in the trees a hundred meters high. You could neither hear a sound nor see a sign of them, making it impossible to defend yourself.

By the time you react when the opponent launches an attack, you're probably already dead.

The unconscious orcs were carried away. Before all the orcs left, a dog warrior with a missing ear stopped and said to House:

"The chieftain asked me to tell you that we owe you all a favor this time. If you ever visit the Ancient Forest again and need any help, Atofi and Badiba will do their best to assist you."

The messenger then climbed up the tree and said, "That's all, farewell."

With a whoosh, the last beastman also disappeared.

Rumble~

Another thunderbolt struck nearby, but the group, soaked to the bone, felt no joy at their supposed survival; only silence... utter silence...

House just wants to say, what does this mean...?

A bunch of idiots blocked the road, the leader dressed up as Fujitora and showed off, then ran away with his million-strong army of Furui.

Are you sick?

"Mr. House... is the cargo alright?" Old Semper asked anxiously, tugging at House's sleeve. It seemed that for him, being able to save his own life was the best possible outcome.

House didn't want to take his anger out on others, so he tried to compose himself and said:

"No problem, those guys weren't really after the goods, but their behavior was absolutely outrageous..." He cursed a few times before climbing into the first carriage. "Omia, you and Alan stay in the last carriage for a while. I'll keep Uncle Sangbo company."

"Oh, okay, Mr. House, please be careful."

"it is good."

The carriage resumed its journey, and this time, Old Sangbo deliberately slowed down the speed to prevent a similar rollover.

House then noticed a detail: the horses leading the carriage seemed a little different from the horses he had seen before.

Well... how should I put it? The body is pretty much the same, it's just the head...

It looks more like a mule than a horse's head, doesn't it?

I don't know how many hours later...

House, who was hiding in the carriage, stretched out a hand. The rain seemed to have lessened a bit. There was a simple brass clock hanging in the first carriage, which showed that the time was four o'clock in the morning. He guessed that by the time the rain stopped completely, they should be out of the forest.

"..."

Old Sangbo needed to concentrate on driving and House couldn't disturb him, so he twisted his clothes while glancing inside the car.

The caravan workers were all huddled together and dozing off, while House was simply bored and couldn't sleep, so he was staring at them.

But as he looked around... he suddenly paused, because he noticed that one of the thinnest kids among the group was still awake.

He was also staring intently at House, his gaze unreadable.

Oh... that's truly unfathomable in the literal sense, completely unfathomable. House felt a chill run down his spine when he was being stared at.

This child's eyes... have no whites.

His two eye sockets contained two completely black pupils!