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

"Ani?"

The name reminded House of an old friend.

They have the same light blonde short hair and are about the same height...they really do look quite alike.

Ani looked into his eyes: "Then...why did you suddenly stop me? Do you know Ani?"

"Well..."

House was taken aback by these words. He had been so focused on finding her that he hadn't noticed, but now that he had come to his senses and thought about it carefully, there seemed to be a lot of flaws in what he said.

First of all, what's inside that coffin... is actually a living person?

No, no, wait a minute... House tactically moved his wheelchair back a little, looking the cute little girl up and down, a series of questions surfacing one after another.

If he remembered correctly, Viret and the caravan members had all said that the coffin had only been opened once from the beginning of the journey until it reached its destination.

"Virette..." House asked in a low voice, biting his tongue, "Just one more question...did you know beforehand that the girl in the coffin was alive?"

Viraet replied softly, "Of course I don't know. I thought she was a corpse that had been enchanted and wouldn't decay."

House was puzzled by his nonchalant tone: "Aren't you confused now?"

Confused?

"Ugh... damn it, don't you understand this word? It means doubt. Aren't you doubtful?"

"You're puzzled. Do you think I'm not puzzled when you look at me?"

House turned around speechlessly, only to see those two big, dark eyes staring at him: "Whatever makes you happy..."

I couldn't be bothered to chat with Verette, but as Verette said... there should be a dead person in the coffin.

But now this 'dead person' is standing in front of me and talking to me... so could she be a living person?

No... if it were a living person, the situation would seem even more problematic.

A person can go a month without food or water, and even breathing is a luxury, yet after getting back up, they still have the energy to run around the city for half a day.

What's even more insane is that, based on all of the above, King Oreg went through all that trouble, traveling thousands of kilometers just to transport this bizarre girl whose life and death were in a superposition state?

House felt a chill run down his spine; the situation was terrifying no matter how you looked at it!

But while House was still brainstorming, Annie got impatient. Seeing that he wasn't saying anything, she tossed her hair, turned around, and walked away: "If you're not going to talk, don't waste my time~ There are still people looking for Annie."

When House heard that the girl was actually going to leave, he immediately triggered the underlying code and rushed forward to stop her:

"Stop! You can't go anywhere!"

Annie glared at him unhappily: "Huh? Why? Annie can go wherever she wants."

"Do you think you're Mundo..." House muttered under his breath, frowning, but faced with Annie's simple probing question, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

To tell the truth?

They say I'm from a caravan, and now they're going to put me in that mad coffin and sell me to the king for money?

No, no... If I say that out loud, the other person will definitely think I'm a heinous human trafficker.

Hmm...that doesn't make sense either. Judging from the girl's reaction, it seems she has no idea who she is.

But, but, but... let's go back to the very beginning. This doesn't seem to have anything to do with me.

House crossed his arms, rested one hand on his chin, and began to ponder: "Damn it, that's right. Why am I overthinking things if it has nothing to do with me... I could just knock him out and tie him up."

Behind him, Viret pursed his lips, a rare occurrence for him: "You're a bit dense..."

After saying that, House nodded to himself, then rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Annie with a gloomy expression.

The girl froze for a couple of seconds, then sensed something was wrong. She took two steps back and asked warily, "What...what are you doing?"

"Shh... No pain, it will be over in an instant—"

After saying that, House rushed forward and grabbed Annie's waist with his two big hands in an instant. The slender and soft feel of her hands made people want to hold her for a while longer, but unfortunately the timing was not good. House hoisted Annie over his waist and carried her on his shoulder, ready to take her back.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing! You bastard! Put Annie down! Put Annie down!"

House squinted and glanced up. Hmm... it was black lace.

This little girl had no fighting ability whatsoever; in fact, she was just an ordinary person. She thrashed about on House's shoulder like a little fish, but her strength couldn't budge him an inch. Seeing this, Verette released her wheelchair and jumped to the ground: "What...is she?"

House pulled a rag from her pocket, crumpled it into a ball, and then turned Annie around on her shoulder:

"Shh...be quiet, we'll be back in the coffin soon."

"You bastard! Annie is warning you, let go of me! Annie is very angry, and the consequences will be severe—"

House, with a deadpan expression, found it too annoying to have this grown man constantly nagging in his ear. So he stuffed the strip of cloth into Annie's mouth and then said to Verette, "I don't know... superhuman? Or a robot, a cyborg or something? But she certainly doesn't seem like a normal person."

As he spoke, House suddenly frowned again: "You'd better not ask. These are things we shouldn't know... although I'm also very curious."

Viret shook his head, clearly even more puzzled: "Since you're so curious, why don't we release her and get some answers from her?"

Upon hearing this, House nearly tipped over in his wheelchair, and turned to look at Verette with a shocked expression:

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Of course I'm serious..."

"I know you're serious! I was just expressing my emotions, not asking you anything!" House looked extremely troubled. He pinched his brow and sighed wearily. "I'm really curious why everyone around me is such a genius... Mr. Verrit, do you even know what we're doing right now?"

Vireit blinked. "Looking for cargo?"

"Let me give you a friendly reminder..." House remembered clearly, "We seem to have a rule that we are not allowed to peek into what's in this coffin, but now this 'goods' is running all over the streets. This is already a mess, and we might be in big trouble."

House pointed darkly at Annie on his shoulder: "And now you want to put her down and ask her something? What, do you think we're not dead enough already?"

"I don't think you'll die from asking a few questions," Verette said righteously.

House rolled his eyes in exasperation upon hearing this: "Fuck you! All I know is that I won't die if I don't ask. I still have three hundred gold coins to collect, and I don't want to take that risk..."

creak.

Viret wanted to say something more, but House suddenly stopped his wheelchair, silencing him. He followed the other's gaze and saw a young man with a scarlet scarf wrapped around his face and silver hair blocking their way.

A sense of foreboding washed over House: "Uh...who are you?"

Looking at the gleaming one-handed sword at the other's waist, House instinctively gripped his thigh.

The young man's eyes were very bright. He smiled and said, "I didn't find my master... but by some twist of fate, I found a trafficker who kidnaps cute girls."

"Hmph..." The young man flicked his wrist, then with a clang, drew his sword from his waist and pointed it directly at House's brow. "I am the Sword Saint Arthur Domian, you despicable thief! To save this beautiful maiden's life, I will draw my sword against you!"