The Seventh Prince Runs Away from Awkward Situations Chapter 133 : Chapter 133

Chapter 133- Clingy

I stared blankly at him at a topic completely different from my expectations, one I had never even imagined.

Ratel, at least, had an expression that looked less stupid than mine.

Because he didn't seem to have the slightest interest in my words.

“Didn't you plan on living together with that Half-wit?”

Even as he repeated the most astounding bullshit among the nonsense I had heard today, his expression remained entirely serious.

“Kkwek, what kind of bull..., nonsense is that.

Kkwek, why would I live with that Half-wit?

Kkwek, what good would co of it?”

“Because that fellow follows you, and you said it with your own mouth.

That you would live on the island.

So naturally...”

“Kkwek, naturally what?

Kkwek, did you think I would take that Half-wit as a subordinate and live a self-sufficient life here?”

I interrupted him because it was utterly ridiculous, but once the words left my mouth, my impression changed.

That's... a decent option.

Although it was just sothing I had blurted out to make an excuse to the leader, it was also true that, on the other hand, I had thought about how I could choose such a life.

Even Dito probably wouldn't think that the 7th Prince, whom he thought was dead, would turn into an Orc and live like this.

“Didn't you just think it wasn't bad?”

Ratel, who read my mind like a ghost, narrowed his eyes and asked.

“Kkwek, is that the problem right now?

Kkwek, I think I just said sothing very important?”

Flustered, I changed the subject.

Besides, this was also the truth.

It was no different from just revealing the leading Orc candidate who had eaten the leader's neck.

“That's good then.

If you tell that one-ard guy, they'll handle it themselves, whether they fight each other or keep each other alive.”

He replied indifferently.

“Kkwek, no, does that make any sense.

Kkwek, that one-ard guy trusts the Half-wit more than , and besides, the Half-wit doesn't even look strong enough to overwhelmingly defeat the one-ard guy.

Kkwek, what if they both die for nothing before we find the holy object...”

“So, do you have any intention of living here or not?”

I stared at the guy who had half-heartedly changed the topic of conversation.

“Kkwek, I wouldn't know that.

Kkwek, I'm telling you, that's not what's important right now?

Kkwek, if the Half-wit is the Orc who ate the leader's neck as I expected, then make adjustnts so that one side can eat the other now...”

“Answer clearly.

If you can't return to a human body, are you going to stay here?”

“Kkwek, no, I'm telling you I don't know that?

Kkwek, it seems that Half-wit has been looking for an opportunity until now, but now that he has confird with his own two eyes the fact that I am stronger than the leader...”

“If you don't know, who would know? If you have even the slightest intention of staying here, discard it right now.”

“…….”

The one who first realized the sad truth that continuing the conversation like this would only lead to an endless collective monologue was .

Right, it wasn't just once or twice that I lost to this guy's stubbornness.

In the end, with a sigh, I steered the thread of the conversation toward the topic he wanted.

“Kkwek, if I can't find a way to return to being a human... right, I'll probably live hidden alone.

Kkwek, though it doesn't necessarily have to be this island.”

At my definitive answer, Ratel's face crumpled.

“Are you saying you won't look for a way to return to how you were?”

“Kkwek, even if I look for it, it has nothing to do with you.”

For so reason, dissatisfaction appeared on his face, but I pretended not to see it and continued speaking.

“Kkwek, of course, it's a matter that has nothing to do with Jing or Ria either.

Kkwek, this is solely my problem, and traveling with you is a matter where it won't be good for either side.”

To put it bluntly, fugitives with a monster as a companion—there was no crazier combination than that.

To put another way, it was no different from saying it was a group of fugitives who had gone mad wanting to stand out.

Whether he couldn't find any words to refute, the fellow tightly shut his mouth and stared at .

What, punk.

If glaring like that solved everything, I would have gone around glaring until my eyeballs popped out.

“Kkwek, what's important right now is your thod to destroy the holy object.

Kkwek, you didn't forget, right?

Kkwek, I will stay here and keep an eye on the Half-wit and the leader.

Kkwek, in the anti, go et Jing and Ria and co back with the holy object.

Kkwek, if I can't return to my original body by then, there's nothing I can do about it either.”

With those final words, I turned my back on Ratel and lay down.

Perhaps because too many things had happened during the chaotic ti that passed, my eyelids were heavy.

I should just close my eyes for a mont.

I didn't want to fall asleep, so I promised myself, but the mont I closed my eyes, deep slumber washed over like a lie.

***

The Orc, who was once human, fell fast asleep just like a doll whose spring had unwound.

Confirming that the Orc's eyes closed and his breathing beca steady, Ratel also turned over and lay down.

***

While the four regular breathing sounds blended together to create a quiet ensemble, for a brief mont, one particularly rough breath slowly quieted down.

The one who quieted their breathing as if holding their breath slowly raised his body.

Soon, a shadow cast over an Orc, who was once a prince, sleeping without knowing anything.

Toward him, who showed no signs of waking up, the owner of the shadow slowly stretched out a hand.

“If you're going to do sothing useless, it would be best not to get caught until the end.”

The shadow that was approaching Ran flinched and trembled.

“Kk, kkwek……”

The Half-wit Orc, who let out an awkward cry, hurriedly withdrew the hand he had stretched toward Ran.

Ratel's eyes followed that movent.

Gulping down his saliva at the chilly gaze, the Orc slowly backed away.

Only after putting enough distance from Ran could the Half-wit Orc exhale the breath he had held back before Ratel.

“You probably already know from hearing it, but I ca to cut off the leader's neck.”

At the honesty that would have shocked the 7th Prince had he heard it, the Half-wit Orc, who hadn't even fully composed his breath, flinched and trembled.

Unlike the leader, he knew that Ratel had more than enough ability to carry out the words he spoke.

To the point that he even had the illusion that his neck, which had been gripped tightly by that terrifying human, was still throbbing.

One corner of Ratel's mouth went up as he gazed into the Half-wit's eyes filled with fear.

“Looking at your state, that guy's words might be right this ti too.”

If it was a smile, it was a smile, but in the eyes of the completely terrified Half-wit, it was rely a madness-filled laugh.

“If you are a leader candidate as that guy said, there are two choices.

Die by that leader's hand, or die by my hand after becoming the leader.”

Ratel's expression as he made such a bloodcurdling statent—that he would have no choice but to die either way—was completely plain.

As if he were stating sothing as natural as the fact that the winter wind is cold.

The Half-wit, who was even more terrified by that, slowly moved his body backward.

“If you want to run away, do as you please.

Wherever you go, you'll eventually be caught anyway.

Though you won't be able to expect better treatnt than now.”

At the threat that ca out quietly and calmly as expected, a look of dismay appeared on the Half-wit's face.

As if he didn't care about the Half-wit's complexion, Ratel silently continued his words.

“If it's true that you want to beco the boss, you may kill that one-ard guy at any ti.

Neither I nor that guy have any intention of stopping it.”

Glancing at Ran, who was fallen into a death-like sleep, Ratel turned his gaze back to the Half-wit.

“But keep in mind.

We both ca here to kill the leader.

If you want to survive, you can struggle all you want, but don't expect that we will show you any more tolerance than now.”

Gulp.

A short silence arrived, ending with the sound of the Half-wit swallowing his saliva.

“So, was it really you who tore and ate the leader's neck?”

At Ratel's question, the Half-wit shook his head frantically.

To the Half-wit's despair, there was no particular change in Ratel's expression as he watched his earnest denial.

“Is that so,” Ratel muttered, rolling his eyes with a slightly bored expression.

“Then prove it.”

“Kk, kkwek?”

The Half-wit reacted blankly to the unexpected demand.

“Prove that you haven't attacked that one-ard guy until we arrive at the food storage.”

“Kkwek?”

At the plea of where on earth such a way to prove it existed, Ratel shrugged his shoulders.

“You'll have to handle that yourself.

Whether you bring the Orc that ate him before my eyes, or,”

Ratel pointed with his chin at the leader, who showed no signs of waking up.

“Whether you use whatever ans necessary to prove that you don't have the slightest intention of becoming the leader.”

At Ratel's half-hearted reply, a shadow of frustration gradually cast over the Half-wit Orc's face.

“If you can't prove anything by then, unfortunately, you'll be locked up in the food storage.

Along with the other leader candidates, or just the two of you with that one-ard guy.

There are too many suspicious things about you to just let you go.”

Ratel spoke in a voice devoid of even a shred of anything resembling regret.

An expression of grievance appeared on the Half-wit's face at the unreasonable judgnt, but that was all.

No matter how much of an Orc called a Half-wit he was, at this point, he could tell.

At least the fact that the opponent wasn't soone you could reason with.

“Then think carefully.”

The cold gold eyes that had been holding the Half-wit's gaze disappeared inside his eyelids with a final farewell.

Only after Ratel leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes could the Half-wit Orc deeply exhale the breath he had held back.

Watching Ratel, who didn't make a single movent, for a long ti, the Half-wit's pupils shook with anxiety.

Hesitating, the Half-wit stretched out his hand toward the leader, who had fallen into deep slumber without knowing anything.

However, he could not take any further action.

The place where the hesitant Half-wit's gaze directed, while keeping his hand hovering in midair, was the single remaining Orc who had likewise fallen into a deep sleep.

***

As is the case with all instances of passing out from exhaustion, I only realized that I had been asleep after opening my eyes.

I also ca to experience just how worn out from fatigue my body's condition had been before falling asleep.

When I raised my body, which felt light enough to fly,

“Kkwek, what?”

Thanks to the Half-wit who had closely stuck behind at so point, I muttered, startled.

However, the Half-wit didn't care about my reaction or anything and took one more step closer.

Seriously, what?

“Kkwek, step away.

Kkwek, it's uncomfortable to walk.”

When I crumpled my face, the Half-wit hesitated for a mont.

However, rolling his eyes, the fellow glanced over at Ratel once, and then with a face that claid to know nothing, took another step closer to .

“……Kkwek, what on earth is the problem.”

“Why? If you're going to live as an Orc from now on, I think you should make at least one real comrade.”

That guy's grudges, seriously.

Curses ca out at the behavior of the protagonist punk, who was exercising his long, long grudge again next to as I suffered from a headache.

“Kkwek, that's a piece of luggage, not a comrade.

Kkwek, besides, nobody knows whether that guy truly follows , or if he perceives as an opponent he must take down in advance before attacking the leader.”

“I don't think that Half-wit is acting with deep thoughts.”

Ratel muttered calmly.

For you, whether an Orc follows you around or suddenly pounces on you, it poses no threat, so you can be that relaxed, but that's not the case for .

“Nothing to worry so much...”

“Kkwek, rather than tagging along with an Orc that follows around like that, it would be better to look for a way to return to being human.”

It seed Ratel said sothing, but because it ca out almost simultaneously with my lantation, I couldn't hear it properly.

“Kkwek, what did you say?”

“……It's nothing.”

The gaze of the fellow, who gave an uncharacteristically silly reply, landed on the Half-wit.

“He might be more useful than you think.”