The Seventh Prince Runs Away from Awkward Situations Chapter 129 : Chapter 129

Chapter 129 - Test

After throwing up the water rushing into her nose and mouth a few tis, Ria finally found a way to move forward in the water.

No, actually, she could not judge herself whether she had found a proper thod or what.

Because the water was too cold, and she was rely flailing her arms and legs wildly.

Fortunately, the river was calr than ever and helped Ria's forward movent that was close to floundering.

As the island gradually got closer, Ria felt her body, which had been fully stiffened with tension, slowly relaxing.

However, that was not necessarily a good sign.

Because as her body beca comfortable, the negative thoughts she had painstakingly suppressed while crossing the river began to find their place again.

How should I find Ran and Ratel once I arrive at the island?

And what happens if I encounter the Orcs first?

……What is going to happen to my future?

Ria, whose thoughts reached up to here, suddenly ca to her senses.

No, let us not think about things that cannot be solved right now.

The important thing right now was first to deliver this thing called a holy object to Ran and Ratel.

She was not on the side of having few thoughts originally either, but the degree seed to worsen whenever she was alone.

Before the negative thoughts could dominate her head, Ria quickly shook her head side to side.

The effect was quite excellent.

Because the water rushing into her eyes, nose, and mouth made her abruptly co to her senses.

“Blegh! This damn it……!”

Ria, who was throwing up water at the mistake that naturally brought out curses, paused her movents for a mont at a strange sense of Déjà vu.

Her body was moving forward on its own.

Even a little while ago when she briefly forgot to flounder for the sake of breathing, and even now.

Ria pondered for a mont whether she had beco a master of swimming and awakened a thod to move forward in the water without moving her hands and feet.

However, she soon shook off the arrogant thought.

She was confident that she was not slow at learning, but that was strictly a story of when she learned through proper education.

Swimming on the river by moving her arms and legs and her body moving on its own were completely different matters.

Her own arms parting the bizarrely serene river entered the eyes of Ria, who was looking around in surprise.

Ria, who was looking at it as if bewitched, carefully and completely released the strength that had entered her body.

“Gasp!”

Her body was indeed moving.

And on its own at that.

No, is the river the one moving?

Tears welled up in Ria's eyes at the unfairness that protruded its head amidst the surprise that felt like she would faint.

What was it that I was doing until now, if not swimming?

***

After the Half-wit's head-getting-stuck accident, the one-ard Orc eventually had no choice but to simultaneously watch over Ratel and along with the Half-wit from behind.

Because he could not know what kind of accident would happen again if he left the Half-wit and Ratel alone by themselves.

Thanks to that, incidents of the Half-wit getting terrified of Ratel or making sudden unexpected actions no longer occurred.

My expectation that a quiet march would begin like that was half wrong.

Because the two Orc bastards, instead of keeping their mouths shut, began to glare at with a spirit to pierce the back of my head.

It was to the extent that the quiet journey where only the sound of footsteps rang out rather felt clamorous.

“Kkwek, do you perhaps have sothing to say?”

Unable to hold back, I looked back.

Both Orcs, despite sending such loud gazes, seed to have not expected that I would ask directly, as they rolled their eyes and failed to find a proper answer.

The one who ca to his senses first was the Leader.

As if flinching at my question was a lie, the bastard quickly returned to a shaless face.

“Kkwek, why is it taking so long? Kkwek, you are not by any chance guiding us to a strange path, right?”

At the bastard's suspicious question, I stealthily looked at Ratel.

“What is it?”

At his displeased expression, I shook my head side to side.

“Kkwek, it is nothing. Kkwek, I just wondered if suspicion was also contagious.”

“Kkwek!! Are you ignoring my words right now?!”

Perhaps the lack of an answer made him quite in a bad mood, so the Leader raised his voice again.

“Kkwek, you can just confirm directly if we ca the right way.”

Since we also happened to arrive at the first destination.

When I stopped my steps in front of a dead end, the one-ard Orc looked around his surroundings.

However, the only thing visible to the bastard's eyes was a thick rock wall.

“Kkwek, who are you making fun of right now? Kkwek, what are you telling to confirm?”

With this, the fact that the bastard had not listened in the slightest to the explanation I had shown passion for even while drawing pictures on the floor was revealed.

On the other hand, the Half-wit looked up without any particular explanation, revealing that the bastard had listened to my explanation quite steadily.

“Kkwek……!”

At the Half-wit's dumbfounded face, the Leader who raised his head following that gaze also showed a similar reaction to the Half-wit.

It was just that he miraculously did not let out a short scream like the Half-wit did.

On the ceiling, a crevice was spread open just wide enough for one Orc to barely pass through.

Although the slope was close to a right angle, and although the thorn-like rocks protruding here and there through the crevice where the end could not be seen slightly obstructed the path.

Anyway, this was the only path heading to the food storage that I knew of.

Of course, the one who taught this path was the Protagonist in the book.

“What are you doing not going quickly?”

Like the Protagonist who voluntarily walked the thorny path in the novel, Ratel prepared to climb the wall with a calm face.

The Leader, who was blankly looking at that sight, swallowed his saliva.

“……Kkwek, are you sure that going through this path is correct?”

The Leader asked, containing the aning that he would kill if it was a lie.

However, doing that did not create a path that did not exist, and there was no way the connected path would suddenly change direction either.

“Kkwek, there is only one path, so what is there to be confused about.”

“Kkwek…….”

The Half-wit standing nearby let out a groaning sound while looking up at the ceiling, but as expected, doing that did not change the path.

Looking at the two who had lost their minds, I urgently approached the wall.

“Kkwek? What are you doing right now?”

The Leader, who ca to his senses at my movent, asked.

“Kkwek, well, then the human and I will go up first, so you bring the Half-wit and follow behind.”

“Kkwek!! Wait!! Kkwek!! But why are you going so urgently?!!”

“Kkwek, I have never gone urgently.”

Even while answering, I reached out my hand to climb the wall.

Perhaps the Leader found my rushing appearance completely suspicious, he quickly grabbed and pulled down.

“Kkwek, wait!!”

I stood stepping on the floor again as the bastard pulled down.

And asked feigning ignorance.

“Kkwek, since I have to guide the way, is it not right for to go up? Kkwek, it has been like that until now.”

“Kkwek, that was because I had to watch you and that human. Kkwek, from now on, the Half-wit and I will take the lead.”

“Kkwek, where is the need to do that? Kkwek, just quietly follow behind .”

When I spoke strongly, a blood vessel popped on the Leader's forehead.

“Kkwek!!! That is not sothing you decide!! Kkwek!! From now on, you follow !!”

The bastard who yelled pushed back and imdiately started climbing the wall.

Well, if he wanted it that much, he should go first.

I wordlessly watched the sight of the bastard climbing up.

Unlike my worries, the Leader rock climbed quite stably even with his one remaining arm.

The Half-wit chased the Leader going up without hesitation with his eyes and stood in front of the wall.

“Kkwek, if you do not go quickly, that guy is going to throw a fit again, you know?”

The Half-wit got startled and looked at .

I pointed at the ceiling crevice again with the aning of what he was doing not going up quickly.

“Kkwek!!! What are you dawdling there for!!”

Just like my warning, the Leader's yell fell down.

At that, the Half-wit stealthily gauged my mood and began to climb the wall.

Although he continuously turned back to check on .

As a certain amount of distance widened from the two Orcs getting farther away, I also slowly started to prepare to go up.

This ti, it was real preparation, not sothing to trick the Leader.

“Kkwek, the path going up is quite long. Kkwek, a path where we can briefly rest cos out once we go up, but since we cannot know what kind of whim the Leader bastard will show again, you have to pace your stamina well. Kkwek, so…… what is it?”

Ratel's expression looking at rapidly continuing the explanation was strange.

What is it? Are you even listening properly?

“Kkwek, what is it? Kkwek, is there so problem?”

When I asked about the uncharacteristic reaction, Ratel shook his head.

“……It is nothing, I just realized how stupid I must have looked until now.”

The bastard, who answered with a sowhat bitter face, ignored the hand I held out and imdiately started climbing the wall.

I debated whether to offer words of comfort that since his personality was so dirty, it was not really noticeable when he looked a bit stupid, but it did not seem like it would be of much help.

I, who saved my words, also followed behind the Protagonist.

Hoping the result I desired would co out before this first obstacle ended.

***

Climbing the cliff crevice that was rougher than expected, I recalled the Leader of the Orcs in the novel.

Because the appearance description of the Orc Captain in the original work, who probably overthrew that one-ard bastard and rose to the next position, was quite distinctive.

The fact that he carried an old bow the size of a human torso on his back, but his stature was not noticeably large.

The fact that because of that, if he was mixed among other Orcs, it was hard to notice at first glance that he was the Captain leading the Orcs.

And if I were to pick one peculiar point…… the fact that there was a long scar on the back of his neck where it was unknown when it occurred.

The sensation of the uneven scar marks felt when I pulled the Half-wit, whose neck was stuck, out from the hole. It was quite clear.

I raised my head and chased the back figure of the Half-wit climbing up following the Leader with my eyes.

……At this rate, I think it is fully worth verifying once, right?

***

The doubt that had lingered in my head from the ti the Leader survived in a state like a living corpse had remained unsolved until now.

Why did the Orc who attacked the bastard not attack the Leader to the end?

There must have been a reason why the bastard had to just watch while the Leader ran away and hid below the waterfall.

There was one hypothesis that ca to mind right away.

He was lucky and succeeded in attacking the Leader, but he was not strong enough to snatch the position.

If the Half-wit was really the Orc I was looking for, and what the bastard needed was an opportunity to attack the defenseless Leader, I had the willingness to create that much for him as much as he wanted.

For instance, the Leader climbing a dangerous cliff while exposing his back could be said to be a quite proper opportunity to attempt an attack.

In that sense, sending the Leader and the Half-wit first was a gamble with nothing to lose.

Because if the Half-wit was really the Captain in the original work, and the bastard had the mind to usurp the Captain position, he would take any sort of action.

If the Half-wit's characteristics overlapping with the original work were just a coincidence, nothing would happen.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, not long after, it seed sothing caught in the trap I had set showed a reaction.

“Kkweeeek!!!”

Because a screaming sound with an unclear owner rang out from above.

However, there was one more thing that drifted down along with the welcoming scream.

Kwaaaaa---

It was the strong sound of water that had screwed over several tis, and therefore was even more ominous.