Chapter 134- Proof
If I were to pick a convenient point since possessing a character in the world inside the book, the goodwill of animals could definitely be considered the first.
They generally tended to be unwary, and unless it was an unreasonable request, they usually even ran errands, and well, as long as I didn't specially pluck out their nose hairs or sothing, they weren't a threat either.
There was no ability as helpful as this when living alone in the forest.
Therefore, when I beca an Orc and couldn't transform into other animals, I was just thinking that it was quite a waste.
“Kk, kkwek…….”
Not that I wanted a monster to act close with , though.
I turned around and glared at the Half-wit, who didn't know how to separate himself from my side.
“Kkwek, this is the last warning.
Kkwek, walk at least three steps away.”
At my cold command, the Half-wit was restless.
The hesitating fellow stealthily examined my and Ratel's expressions, then raised his heels.
To support the Half-wit's weight, his pitifully bent toes moved precariously three tis.
That, which fell far short of his original stride, seed more appropriate to be asured in units of three spans rather than three steps.
Since the act of insisting that three spans were three steps was so absurd, when I looked at him, the Half-wit backed away another step with a flustered expression again.
It was that petty stride of his.
“Kk, kkwek……!”
Then, as if he couldn't back down any further, he waited for to take the lead with a determined face.
“Kkwek!! What do you think you're doing right now!”
Unable to watch that sight any longer, the leader tried to drag the Half-wit away.
“Kkweeeek!!!”
But the Half-wit shook off the leader's hand as if resisting fiercely.
Whether the one-ard Orc was considerably shocked, he couldn't even get angry and looked down at his own hand.
Well, as far as I could rember, those two Orcs maintained a pretty one-sided relationship.
It was the first ti the Half-wit openly refused the leader's command like that.
The leader stood frozen in that spot for a long ti with a face like a child who had been beaten for the first ti in his life.
When the leader, who was standing there as despondently as a person who had been slapped on the cheek by an unfaithful lover instead, raised his head, his resentnt-filled gaze directed toward .
……Am I the one he's cheating with?
***
The Half-wit, who delivered a once-in-a-lifeti shock to the leader, followed right behind like a bird following the first creature it saw after hatching from an egg.
But birds are at least useful, while the Half-wit didn't have a single aspect that was helpful to .
“……Kkwek, if you stick close this ti too, I'll end up walking alone with that human fellow, so do it moderately.”
“Kkwek!!”
In the end, unable to endure it any longer, when I drew my knife, the Half-wit scread.
However, for soone who couldn't hide his terrified look, he didn't seem to have any intention of backing away either.
What on earth is it?
Rolling his eyes as he looked back and forth between and Ratel, the fellow suddenly slamd his head toward the ground and began to wander around, as if he had thought of sothing.
The thing that the fellow, who was scouring the surroundings to a distracting degree, finally held in his hand was a common pebble rolling around nearby.
“Kkwek!!”
What the fellow, who let out an exclamation, did was lean his body and scribble sothing on the ground.
Could it be that Orcs can even write?
With the thought that I might be able to confirm with my own two eyes an evolution that surpassed the limits of the species, which had never appeared in the original work, I approached him.
“…….”
What the fellow drew on the ground was not letters.
“Kkwek!!”
The fellow looked up at and diligently pointed his finger at what he had drawn.
Ratel, who checked the result briefly, snorted.
“Isn't he drawing better than you at this level?
Since it looks exactly the sa.”
I looked down at the result that the Half-wit fellow drew by copying .
The protagonist punk said it looked like a mouse wearing a hat, but in my eyes, it was a drawing that wasn't that difficult to recognize.
Let's see how well you draw later.
“Kkwek, so, what about this?”
Although it was a sneer, whether he was relieved to see the laugh hanging on Ratel's face, the Half-wit relaxed his stiffened face and began pointing his finger again.
“Kk, kkwek……!”
“What are you saying?”
As Ratel's expression turned fierce again, the Half-wit shrank back once more.
Sluggishly reading the room, the fellow lifted his finger again and pointed to a part of the drawing.
It was the last uphill path going up to the food storage.
Originally, it was a place where it was planned to use Ratel as bait here.
“Kkwek, are you saying we should just kill this human here?”
“Kkwek!!!!!”
Thinking that it was quite a bold choice, when I pointed at Ratel, the Half-wit scread.
It seed this wasn't it either.
“Kkwek!! Kkweeeek!!!”
The Half-wit urgently pointed back and forth between himself and the passage in the drawing.
Next, he pointed at himself and Ratel with his fingers, trying hard to say sothing.
“I think he's saying he'll beco the bait instead.”
Ratel, who was quietly watching what the fellow was doing, blurted out.
The Half-wit nodded his head violently, indicating that Ratel had hit the right answer.
Only one question arose from this sudden spirit of sacrifice.
Why on earth do you have to do that?
It wasn't just who harbored a similar question.
“Kkwek!! What kind of nonsense is that!!”
Unable to break free from the shock of the Half-wit's first rebellion in his life and quietly watching the three of us, the leader stepped forward in anger.
“Kkwek!!! Why does this fellow have to be the bait, leaving that human fellow behind!
Kkwek, that's absurd!!”
The excited fellow grabbed the scruff of the Half-wit's neck and roughly pulled him back.
“Kkwek!! If you are an Orc too, stop him!
Kkwek, this idiot is talking nonsense because he's terrified of that human fellow right now!
Kkwek!! You are a disgrace to Orcs!!”
Whether the last reproach was directed at the Half-wit and not , the fellow drove his fist into the crown of the Half-wit's head.
“Kkwek, I haven't said I would use that fellow as bait yet.
Kkwek, it's just that the Half-wit stepped forward on his own.
Kkwek, so don't scream noisily and shut your mouth.”
When I spoke while furrowing my brow, the leader, who flinched slightly, glared at with dissatisfaction.
Although I was calling him a Half-wit, the boss Orc in the original work wasn't a stupid fellow.
Rather, wouldn't the word cunning be more appropriate.
Despite not being a particularly strong opponent, the reason it took ti to wipe out the Orcs in the original work was because he played the role of a pretty excellent strategist for an Orc.
Because Ratel, who was chasing the boss in the original work, was finally able to cut off his neck only after going around and around to reach the center of the Orc cave.
Well, like common villains in hero novels, the boss Orc ultimately cannot match the protagonist.
The boss in the original work ends up breathing his last inside that pit where the one-ard Orc was sleeping.
In that case, this proposal right now also ant that there might be so trap hidden.
Whether that target was , Ratel, or the one-ard leader, I didn't know.
I looked into the eyes of the fellow who was caught in the leader's hand and was looking up at blankly.
“……Kkwek, anyway, what this Half-wit says is not worth listening to.
Kkwek, this fellow is stupid, so there's nothing he knows how to do……”
The leader's harsh evaluation toward the Half-wit while holding onto him could not continue to the end.
“Kk, kkwek……!”
The Half-wit, who shook off the leader's hand, hurriedly approached .
Stealthily examining the leader's reaction, the fellow diligently pointed to the drawing and himself again.
From his clear self-expression that was to the point of being stubborn, his firm will could be felt.
Thinking that the leader's face, which looked as if it had been struck by lightning three tis in a row, was quite a sight, I opened my mouth.
“Kkwek, do as you please.
Kkwek, it doesn't matter to even if there are two baits.
Kkwek, as long as the leader is decided.”
At my reply, dissatisfaction filled the leader's face again, but I ignored it.
Anymore, watching what the Half-wit was doing for the ti being didn't an I would lose anything.
“Kkwek, if there are two baits, it's actually good.
Kkwek, if the baits increase, we can lure the Orcs better, right?”
“Kkwek!!!”
At my question, the Half-wit answered confidently.
“Kkwek, weren't you also willing to do anything as long as you could reclaim the boss position?”
At my question, the leader, who was glaring at with dissatisfied eyes, shut his mouth even tighter.
“Kkwek!!”
Whether he gained strength from that tacit agreent, the Half-wit began to walk, taking the lead.
The leader also followed behind him reluctantly.
“Kkwek, unless he hit his head while sleeping, it's obvious there's another ulterior motive……”
“He's probably trying to cling to the stronger side.”
At the muttering that ca out while looking at the backs of the two Orcs moving forward in a changed order, Ratel replied as if it were no big deal.
“Kkwek, it's too sudden.
Kkwek, to suddenly make such a resolution overnight.
Kkwek, until now, he was a fellow who trembled even if you just flinched.”
“Isn't he avoiding the fight with that one-ard guy?”
“Kkwek, is that so?”
Does it an he wants to avoid the situation where only the two of them are left as much as possible?
No, there was still an unconvincing corner that couldn't be explained by that.
“If it's that suspicious, you could have just ignored what that Half-wit said.”
Seeing Ratel speak like that, it seed that dissatisfaction was clearly revealed on my face.
“Kkwek, I told you.
Kkwek, I didn't particularly have anything to lose.”
I gazed at Ratel, who was walking along the path.
“What?”
The fellow, who noticed my gaze, asked.
“Kkwek, it'll be fine.
Kkwek, while you are here.”
Whether my steadfast trust was unexpected, Ratel raised one eyebrow.
It was a movent filled with doubt about whether the opponent he was talking to was really .
“Are you saying that while the Half-wit is afraid of , he won't be able to do anything foolish?”
Of course, that was also true.
“Kkwek, yeah.
Kkwek, because you have a dirty temperant.”
Moving forward, I added one request.
“Kkwek, still, it would be better not to take it too lightly.”
Anyway, because the Orc boss in the original work wasn't strong, but he was an enemy who had given Ratel a hard ti quite a few tis.
***
Whether it was thanks to the river reversing its flow once, every path we moved our steps along was full of moisture.
If it were a human body, the discomfort index would have risen high enough to pierce the sky, but the Orc's thick hide seed to welco the humidity.
The steps of the remaining two Orcs also seed to take on vitality instead.
“Kkwek!!”
In particular, the Half-wit was even to the point of making a fuss by stepping on puddles here and there like a fish in water.
“Kkwek!! Can't you walk quietly!!”
The mont the leader, unable to endure it, scread, the Half-wit stopped stepping on the muddy water.
Pouting his lips and examining the leader's reaction, the fellow timidly stepped on a puddle with a splash.
“Kkwek, that jerk……!”
It was the mont the leader, who was irritated by the timid rebellion, opened his mouth to give the fellow a piece of his mind.
Fortunately, the Half-wit stopped his splashing.
It was thanks to a puddle so huge that it couldn't even be compared to the ones seen earlier far ahead revealing its appearance.
The puddle, which was wide enough to be called a small river rather than a water puddle, continued so far away that its end couldn't be seen.
Though it was slightly different from a river in that its height didn't even reach the knees.
“At that distance, it would be better to take a break here once.”
Checking the end of the puddle, Ratel muttered.
I asured the location of the puddle for a mont.
This was a place that was ntioned in quite a lot of detail in the original work as well.
Although the fact that it was a dry floor instead of a water puddle was different in the book.
“Kkwek, it's as you say.
Kkwek, let's take a break around here, kkwek, because we won't be able to rest in the middle of the water.”
Agreeing with Ratel's words, I took a spot by the water and sat down.
Although the leader made an uncomfortable expression as if there was sothing dissatisfying, he quietly followed and sat flat on the ground.
Of course, in a spot far away from .
Well, as long as it wasn't to the extent of burying his nose in a puddle while sleeping and dying, I also had no interest in where the fellow took his spot.
Rather, what to fill our stomachs with this ti was a bigger problem for .
Since we ate up all of Ratel's jerky, this ti we would need so snacks.
Plop.
While contemplating, startled by the sound of sothing small splashing up, I turned my gaze to the puddle.
Plop.
This ti, a few spans away, the water surface rippled again.
There was no instance of the small thing that had sprung up returning into the water again.
Because Ratel swiftly snatched it as it popped out of the water.
Ratel opened his hand to show it.
On top of his palm, a tiny fish was squirming.
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