The Seventh Prince Runs Away from Awkward Situations Chapter 139 : Chapter 139

Chapter 139 - Test (2)

After walking for a while ahead of the leader, who was following behind him with difficulty, Ratel suddenly stopped dead.

“Kkwek!! What is it all of a sudden?!!”

Because of that, the leader, who had nearly crashed into the human he hated most in the world and toppled over in an unsightly heap, lost his temper.

As always, Ratel lightly ignored the leader.

Sensing sothing unusual from Ratel’s mood as he looked back at the path they had walked with a serious expression, the leader’s voice also gradually grew quieter.

“......Kkwek, what is it? Kkwek, do you see sothing?”

Ratel turned his gaze toward the tense-faced leader.

“You don’t sll anything?”

“Kkwe, kkwek, what do you an, don’t sll anything?! Kkwek, I sll it perfectly well. Kkwek, the sll is overwhelming!”

The leader, who once again had not slled a thing, began by insisting anyway.

At his bravado, Ratel tilted his head.

“And you’re fine?”

“Kkwe, kkwek, I don’t get startled over little things like a weak human like you.”

Right now, it was not that he was not startled, but that he did not know there was any reason to be startled. Still, the leader pretended to be as composed as possible.

Perhaps because of the tension that sothing serious was happening without his knowledge, sothing that might have been cold sweat or water ran down the back of the leader’s neck.

Ratel, who had been staring quietly into his face, raised the corners of his mouth.

“If that’s true, then it really is impressive. The sll of blood is drifting all the way here, and you’re still that calm.”

The leader’s eyes widened as he montarily forgot his shalessness.

For the sll of blood to be so overwhelming that even a human could sll it, a situation drenched in blood must have broken out.

In the mind of the one-ard orc, who did not know that Ratel’s five senses were outside the realm of humans, an ominous imagination swelled larger.

The arrogant bastard was not so weak that he would be taken down obediently.

It also did not seem likely that the bastard, who was most wary of drawing other orcs over, would deliberately create a bloody situation.

When his thoughts reached that point, the face that appeared in his mind at the sa ti was that of the weakest soone, the one most likely to be injured in a fight.

The stupid half-wit.

“Kkwek!!! We’re going back!!”

Without needing to think any further, the leader turned around.

He could not let the half-wit die.

He could not tolerate leaving him alone with the human and that unlucky bastard either. More than anything, if the half-wit died, the loss would not be small.

Ratel watched his back as he began running in the direction where they had left the half-wit and Ran, then followed him as if he had no idea what was going on.

Since the leader had run ahead first, the prince would have nothing to say now.

Ratel felt no pang of conscience.

There had been a bit of exaggeration mixed in, but in any case, it was true that a rather strong sll of blood was drifting over.

He simply had not said that his sense of sll was far beyond that of an ordinary human.

He had not said even a single word about a bloody, urgent situation.

Though he had left the leader alone to let his imagination run wild.

In other words, this was only followed after the leader, who had grown agitated and left his position.

It was not, as soone had said, breaking a promise.

If this much trickery counted as a lie, then that prince bastard would have no right to complain even if soone called him a fraud.

Ratel’s pace quickened as he chased after the leader.

***

“Kkweeeeek!!!”

The half-wit ran desperately, as if his tail were about to fall off.

He had no choice.

There were three enraged orcs trailing behind him.

If those excited bastards caught him, it would not end simply.

Especially because the rage of the bastard whose instep had been struck out of nowhere by the half-wit, no, whose instep had been pierced, was trendous.

With the bastard chasing him with a powerful will to catch the half-wit and tear his instep apart, strength entered the half-wit’s feet as they cut through the water.

I was not very different.

I was also running with difficulty while wading through the water.

If I had to point out a difference between and the half-wit, it would be that I was running behind the half-wit together with the three orcs.

“Kkwek......!”

The half-wit turned his body and looked at while crying pitifully.

Looking at like that was useless.

You’re the one who dragged them over without thinking about what ca next.

***

At the appearance of a new orc who was neither the leader nor anything else, the three orcs seed briefly bewildered.

They stopped chasing the half-wit and looked at with wary gazes.

“Kkwek, kkwek......!!”

The half-wit waved at happily.

At his welco, three pairs of eyes filled with hostility turned toward .

They did not say anything, but the question revealed on their faces was clear.

Are you on that half-wit’s side too?

If I had sothing like morality or camaraderie toward the half-wit, I might have cut through the three orcs, rescued him, and run away.

But I did not have that kind of ability, and I did not have the guts to risk my life for such a justice-filled action in the first place either.

If I had to pick sothing I did possess, it would be the decisiveness to throw away my conscience.

Desperate struggling to survive suited better than needless heroics.

In that sense, my choice right now was practically already decided as one thing.

I looked at the half-wit, who still had not erased his happy expression.

Fortunately, at my cold gaze, the half-wit imdiately realized that I would not help him.

“Kkwek......!!”

With an absurd look on his face, he stared at as I slipped into one side of the triangle ford by the three orcs and made it into a distorted square formation.

It’s an easy calculation, isn’t it?

Four-on-one is better than three-on-two.

The three orcs, who had been watching what I did, also looked at with bewildered faces.

Not long after, we arrived at the position where the half-wit and I had been waiting for the three orcs before the half-wit’s sudden action.

Well, I had no intention of letting the half-wit, whom I had worked so hard to drag here, die so pointlessly.

Once the three were lured according to the original plan, I intended to take him back to the leader.

After resolving one question.

The question of whether this situation, where the half-wit was being chased by three orcs, was truly coincidence, or whether it was the bastard’s calculation.

Without taking my eyes off the half-wit, I checked his line of movent.

The bastard looked frantic, but he was running quite accurately toward the spot where he had been standing with .

As if luring the three orcs.

When I thought that all of this might be the bastard’s move, there was a scene that overlapped in my mind.

The scene in the original work where the bastard lured Ratel and road through this maze.

By coincidence, in the direction the half-wit was heading, there was a pit the bastard had used in the original work.

Right now, it was filled with water and could not be seen, but it was the place where Ratel got screwed over by the leader.

If compared to a valley or a river, it would be a place where the bottom suddenly dropped straight down and the water grew deep.

If my mory was accurate, there were exactly two deep pits past the halfway point of the pool.

They could be considered devices the half-wit in the original work had used effectively to shake off Ratel.

One was nothing special, just a blocked pit.

It was not that deep either, so if one had the swimming ability to climb back out, there was nothing dangerous and nothing to lose.

The problem was the other one.

Its depth was one thing, but the path was narrow, so once soone entered, it was difficult to turn around and co back out.

On top of that, unlike in the original work, where it had been like a dry cave, it was now full of water too.

In other words, it had every condition needed to make it extrely difficult to get out once soone fell in.

Which of the two would the half-wit choose?

Chased by and the two orcs, the half-wit ran frantically ahead.

He gradually drew closer and closer to the place where the pits were.

If I waited just a little longer, I would be able to find out the bastard’s true nature.

If he avoided the pit unnaturally, that would an he had known from the start that such a pit existed in that place.

Now, one step.

At the mont there was only one step left until the trap.

“Kkwek!!! Get out of the way!!”

A voice that should not have been heard echoed in every direction.

At the sa ti, everyone’s eyes turned toward the owner of the voice.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

In a situation that made curses co out on their own, I twisted my body.

It was the leader.

Together with the protagonist, the bastard leisurely follows behind him.

***

The leader’s appearance caused a great change.

The atmosphere around the three orcs chasing the half-wit and changed in an instant.

The air grew heavy in the blink of an eye.

The three orcs’ gleaming eyes were fixed on the leader and showed no sign of moving.

They did not even seem to notice Ratel standing behind him.

It was quite different from the leader’s reaction, since he had reacted to Ratel, a human, at once from the very beginning.

Did that an the leader’s neck was more important than so re human?

Their dilated pupils followed each and every small movent of the leader like predators aiming for prey.

The leader was not surprised.

As if he had expected this much, he took a seasoned stance.

“Kkwek, this works out better. Kkwek, if the bastard who attacked is among you, then I won’t have to keep watching that human bastard act arrogant anymore.”

Of course he would no longer see anyone acting arrogant.

There would no longer be any reason for his head to remain attached to his neck either.

His bravado was quite sothing to watch, but my gaze did not linger on the leader for long.

Just as the three orcs were busy glaring at the leader, I was busy glaring at the arrogant human standing behind him, to borrow soone’s words.

The protagonist bastard, noticing my gaze, twitched his eyebrows.

Even in the middle of this, the bastard was watching the situation with his arms crossed.

If that had not been his intention, then it was a talent too.

A talent for pissing people off.

While I was admiring Ratel’s new talent, the leader was in the middle of being surrounded by the three orcs.

“Kkwek, yes, go ahead and attack. Kkwek, the first bastard who attacks will have a higher chance of becoming the leader.”

The leader looked around at the three and whispered lowly.

But even his confident attitude could not completely hide his condition.

Perhaps because just returning along the path with Ratel had consud quite a lot of stamina, his breathing was rough.

The three orcs also seed to have noticed that keenly.

Despite the leader’s bloodthirsty warning, not one of the three retreated.

However, perhaps fear of the leader still remained in their mories, because they did not rush in as rashly as expected either.

“Kkwek! What’s wrong?! Kkwek, the first bastard to attack can beco the boss!!”

The leader’s bluff did not stop.

His confidence, which did not have even a speck of basis, bought ti, if only for a very brief mont.

In the anti, the leader’s eyes, having completely steadied his breathing, glead sharply.

He had grown weak, but he was clever, and he had aged, but he was experienced.

Enough to pick out the one among the three whose leg was subtly limping.

The leader’s gaze fixed on the orc standing in front of him.

It was the bastard whose instep had been pierced by the half-wit’s bow.

The external wound had already healed, but perhaps the shock of having his leg pierced alive still remained, because there was sothing unnatural about the bastard’s gait.

“Kkweeeek!!!”

The leader, whose eyes were shining, charged at him like lightning.

At the attack that ca one step faster, the bastard with the injured foot flinched back in shock.

With one wrong judgnt, the orc nearly offered his neck to the leader.

-Kkwe, kkwek......!

I looked down at the orc sitting on the ground in utter panic, then looked back at the leader.

His eyes were filled with dissatisfaction toward .

It seed he did not like that I had interfered with him, but I had no intention of letting him cause such a major accident either.

It was still too early to gather the other orcs.

The fact that these three bastards had chased us ant other bastards could co looking for us as much as they wanted.

If he killed other orcs here, it was obvious that the other bastards would swarm over before we even reached the entrance.

When I glared at the leader's bastard, telling him to stop now, puzzlent crossed his face.

He was probably wondering why I was not babbling like usual.

Naturally, I did not answer this ti either.

When I recalled the reaction that had co out the first ti I spoke in front of an orc, I was reluctant to even make a sound, let alone speak.

Of course, I also did not want to show myself subduing the leader in front of the other orcs.

With his face twisted, the bastard looked back and forth between and the three orcs, then opened his eyes wide as if he had realized sothing.

The leader had so simple-minded parts, but his instinct for finding conditions favorable to him was quite excellent.

The bastard made full use of that, and a triumphant look filled his face.

It seed he had realized that right now, I would neither attack him nor open my mouth.

“Kkwek!!”

The bastard, flushed with excitent, let out a powerful cry.

Drunk on the elation of victory he had not felt in a long ti, the place his gaze turned next was .

It was not difficult to recognize what the leader’s glittering eyes wanted.

“Kkwek, die!!!”

This ti, the tip of his sword aid for my neck.