A Horror Novel’s Supporting Character Wants to Live as a Human Chapter 262

Chapter 262

Due to the issue of having his ribs and stomach compressed all night, he was able to skip breakfast ti as well.

Evana and Walter were shocked when they witnessed him suddenly rush out of the tent and vomit,

But they finally stopped worrying only after he explained for 10 minutes that his stomach had simply been upset during the night.

"No, now that I look at you, you don't have any muscle at all. To suspect such a person of being an assassin. My eyes must be getting dim now."

"I think there's at least so..."

"What are you talking about? There isn't any. This is the first ti I've seen such a frail young man. In tis like this, you need to eat heartily and gain weight!"

"Walter, don't feed Yesung anything. If you eat right after vomiting, you'll get sick."

When Evana, who was passing by, threw out a comnt, Grandpa Walter beca dejected.

Evana, who had retrieved the bread Walter had been about to secretly slip to him, asked as if rembering.

"How's your stomach now?"

"It's fine. I don't think I'll vomit anymore."

"Good. We need to start moving soon too. Since Walter and Dardin have returned."

The people who had been at the campsite seed to have been waiting for them.

"Are we going by horse?"

"Along with a carriage. Do you know how to ride?"

"To so extent."

Evana tilted her head briefly at his answer, then said 'that's enough' and went to pack luggage.

He thought he should help a bit, but Evana threw him the task of al distribution.

So he ended up doing the job of serving appropriate amounts of soup and bread when people who had woken up yawned and handed him their plates.

Walter, who was eating his third bowl of soup, let out a deep sigh.

"Even though you're still young, it's good that you know how to ride."

"Can't you ride, Grandpa Walter?"

"I should have learned when I was young, but I didn't have money then. When I try to ride now that I'm old, my back aches."

It was absurd to hear age complaints from soone ard with muscles all over his body.

Strictly speaking, he was older than Walter.

Walter exaggeratedly patted his own back, then disappeared with his empty bowl.

Bailies, Cellinne, and Dardin ca to receive their als at intervals.

Then there was only one person left.

He quietly asked Dardin, who was about to leave after receiving his al.

"Dardin, what about His Royal Highness?"

"He's still inside. I don't think he'll be eating."

"But there's soup left. And bread too."

"His Highness often skips als, so don't worry. Walter or Bailies will take care of what's left."

Had Yurik always been the type who didn't eat well?

Well, it had been quite a while since he had seen him eating anything.

It was natural that he couldn't rember.

After giving the remaining al to Walter and Bailies, cleaning up, and organizing the dishes, everyone was already dismantling the tents.

Yurik was among them too.

Bailies and Cellinne brought the horses that had been tied in the forest and connected them to the carriage.

After loading the tents and luggage onto a small cart, the campsite was neatly cleared.

Walter climbed onto the driver's seat, while Bailies, Evana, and Cellinne each chose a horse.

In the end, only he and Yurik were left standing without having chosen horses.

That carriage would probably be for Yurik to ride.

Then what about him?

"Cellinne, there don't seem to be any more horses. Do I have to run?"

He had knee pain when walking for long periods. If they really told him to run in such circumstances, he might cry.

Since things had turned out this way, he hoped they would go slowly.

While he was thinking such thoughts, he could see Cellinne looking down at him from horseback in confusion.

"What's wrong? Can't you run slowly? I'll try my best to run fast too, but humans and horses are different in speed from the start-"

"No, that's not it! Have you ever tried running like that, Adonis?"

"No."

"You suddenly asked that and startled ! If soone told you to do such a thing, I almost went to chase them and beat them to death with a riding whip."

"...Why would you do such a thing? Why bother?"

"Anyway, you don't need to run, so don't worry. You can ride the sa carriage as His Highness, I an, our Young Master."

Yurik and him?

When he turned around, Yurik was already in the carriage with the door open, waiting.

Wouldn't this be a bit troubleso?

"Can I ride the sa carriage as His Highness? I an, wouldn't status or such things be a problem?"

"I don't know about other people, but if it's that person, it's fine. Evana said Adonis wasn't feeling well this morning. Since you're a patient, there's no choice."

"His Highness agreed to this too?"

"Of course. Oh right, in other places you have to call him Young Master, not His Highness? Hurry and get on."

Evana and Yurik had already finished their agreent.

Since it would be strange to insist on riding a horse with soone else in this situation,

He dragged his feet and got into the carriage.

When the door of the small two-person carriage closed, he realized the space was narrower than expected.

Being burdened by facing Yurik here, he pressed close to the window.

Outside, Cellinne was shouting sothing, and perhaps the signal had been given, as the carriage began to move slowly.

Rattling wheels, vibrating body.

The interior with just two people was quiet and awkward.

This was trouble. He felt responsible for saying sothing to lighten the atmosphere.

The last people he had traveled with happened to be Aphoom-Zhah and Eibon.

Because of Eibon, who had always treated him warmly without much talk, his ice-breaking ability seed to have declined significantly.

Wasn't there sothing he could say without stepping on landmines?

While he was pondering, he saw a wooden box placed next to Yurik.

"That thing, was it made for putting snakes in?"

"Yes."

"The snake has grown quite large. Won't you need to make the box a bit bigger later?"

"Probably."

"Is it growing well?"

"Probably."

"...I see."

The conversation ended there.

Yurik closed his mouth while looking out the window.

His expression was indistinguishable between angry or disappointed, making it difficult to guess his inner thoughts.

Eibon! He missed her! Shan and Tika! He missed them, who used to chatter well on their own even when he didn't talk!

While he was inwardly scratching the carriage wall and missing people who were already dead,

He suddenly heard a low voice.

"...Don't you have anything you want to ask ?"

He was surprised because this was the first ti Yurik had spoken to him first since they t again.

But he still wasn't looking at him.

"Sothing I want to ask?"

"Not even one thing?"

What should he ask? Questions like 'how have you been' were off-limits. Too deceptive. Questions like 'were you healthy' or 'how did you live' would also be forbidden.

After pondering for a while, he chose the safest one for the current situation.

"How did you beco the 3rd Prince?"

After excluding various things, it was what he was most curious about.

How had he beco the 3rd Prince? And why was he here?

If his mory was correct, even in previous tilines, those who followed Yurik were well-trained knights or soldiers.

Not people who seed difficult to handle like these.

The elents that made up Yurik might be nurous in detail, but ultimately what penetrated through them was just one thing.

Yurik's essence.

The essence of Yurik that he understood was a capable person who would stop at nothing for his purpose.

Whether it manifested in a bad way or a good way, a capable person was a capable person.

It was Yurik who thought efficiently about everything and found the fastest path toward his goal.

For such a person to deliberately take strong-personality individuals as his escort?

There must definitely be a reason for that. He wanted to know what it was.

It wouldn't be a difficult question for Yurik to answer either.

But when he asked that, he could faintly hear Yurik sigh.

What? Was this not it?

"There were circumstances. I can't tell you everything here."

"Just to ask, is the current king really your father?"

"Are you joking?"

"...I guess not, right?"

Yurik would be older than the current king. What kind of ti paradox would that be?

When he tried to laugh it off, Yurik shot him a sharp look.

"You can say such things about , but when you think about it-"

"Ah, anyway! Then what do you want to do here as a prince? You must have so purpose."

"I do. But I can't reveal it here right now."

"Why?"

"Now let ask you in return. Why exactly did you appear here now? When did you say you didn't want to go with ?"

"What old story are you bringing up? I had my own circumstances then."

"What circumstances? Let hear right here how desperate the circumstances were that forced you to abandon . If you have sothing to say, say it now."

Yurik spoke sarcastically. He suppressed the urge to punch his head like when they were children.

"Don't talk like that."

"You said you'd co back but never ca back in the end, right? You were planning not to return even if I rotted away in the desert."

"I understand why you're angry, but will you keep talking like that?"

"No. You don't understand at all. You've never tried to understand. You've never acted selfishly, so isn't it my fault for still not adapting?"

"Yurik!"

"What? Did you think only you could get angry at ?"

A gloomy voice.

Even if they continued this conversation, they would only hurt feelings while arguing about whose fault it was.

And the one whose 'feelings would be hurt' would obviously be 100% Yurik.

Because the fault was only his, and the person getting upset about it was Yurik.

He habitually pressed his temples firmly and confessed honestly.

"It's too long to explain. There was sothing that made part from the mage. When she started selecting ordinary people as disciples and it beca possible for a god to be born-"

"You seed to get along quite well. Calling her 'that kid.'"

"She's a few hundred million years younger than !"

"I'm younger than you too. You said you were my hyung."

"This is maddening. Let's continue the story. While trying to prevent the birth of a god, I got caught up and sealed together, so I don't know what happened during that ti."

"Your coming here was coincidental?"

"To be precise, it was coincidental that your party discovered ."

He pointed to Cellinne, who was running at a similar speed to the carriage outside.

Yurik was glaring at Cellinne with eyes that wanted to destroy sothing, as if sothing was very displeasing to him.

"...So?"

"I'm trying to find Eibon."

"Even if she's already dead?"

"That doesn't change anything."

"Will you leave again once you've done everything you want to do?"

All his travels until now had reasons.

But if he succeeded in completely sealing Shub-Niggurath,

How would it be better to live from then on?

Until he t Leandros, it would be good to live buried sowhere quietly.

He had laid all the groundwork for the story to begin, so he didn't want to interfere with the world any more than this.

Thinking such thoughts, he shook his head at Yurik.

"...Seriously?"

"There's nowhere else to go anyway."

He looked at him for a mont, then just silently appreciated the passing scenery without giving any answer.

* * *

When the sunset was gradually setting, the carriage arrived at a small village.

The procession of several horses and a modest carriage drew people's attention,

But when rumors spread that the person in the carriage was the son of so wealthy rchant with a difficult personality, everyone turned off their interest.

The people escorting the wealthy young master sold their labor and could barely find one shabby inn,

But the number of rooms was extrely limited and they were small too.

In the end, most of the personnel had to sleep in a corner of a barn or on a separate farm.

The Young Master and the young man who was the Young Master's servant went up to the room first, while the remaining personnel reorganized luggage or entrusted the horses.

Among them, a black-haired woman holding reins approached a man with wheat-colored hair wearing glasses.

"Dardin, they say there's no space in the stable. It looks like we'll have to go to the farm. Can you co with ?"

"Is the farm far away, Evana?"

"The distance isn't that far, but it's a bit burdenso to lead two horses by myself."

The man politely answered while looking at the woman who smiled gently as she said this.

"Then I should help you. I'll lead this one."

"Thank you."

The two people left the others busy with luggage storage and went to the farm first.

The farm was modest as expected, and inside there were only a few chickens fluttering in surprise.

As the innkeeper had said, while they were tying the reins well to the posts, the man asked first.

"For you to say you're burdened by just two horses. Isn't that a bit strange?"

"But didn't it seem plausible to other people?"

"That's also true. Evana, do you have sothing to tell ? There's no one around here. Say it now."

"Then I won't decline."

The woman tied the reins securely, then turned toward the man.

The intelligent and quiet but occasionally shown small smile disappeared,

And only cold, inorganic reason was positioned on that face.

"-The person called Yesung. I don't think he's really from a naless mountain valley village as he claid."