What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

Although the process was somewhat dramatic, House finally managed to figure out the whole story.

After that, he asked Ruyak a few more questions.

For example, has Keeves explained the specifics of his plan to you? Has Keeves demonstrated any achievements to reassure you? Or at least has Keeves provided some form of financial security for you?

And the answer was as expected; Luak said firmly:

"I don't know, no, and we don't want it either! Lord Jevis promised us, and he will definitely keep his word! We goblins just need to focus on selling our blood and risking our lives on the front lines... while Lord Jevis, who is in charge of brainstorming and planning at headquarters, has a lot more to consider."

Ruyak's remarks... if House hadn't seen that familiar feeling in its eyes, it would have thought they were just a string of words.

However, they couldn't get any useful information out of him. There was nothing left in the cave except for a few pieces of papyrus that he couldn't understand. So House pushed his wheelchair and prepared to return to the village.

Seeing that House had left without looking back, Ruyak quickly chased after him.

"Um! Sir! Wait...wait a minute! Didn't you say you were taking me to see my brother?"

House raised an eyebrow: "I was originally going to let you off the hook because you've revealed so much information, but are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"I...!"

Faced with House's shameless behavior, Luak was furious, but dared not utter a single word. In the end, it was afraid of death. Seeing that House's tone was slightly displeased, it lowered its head and dared not speak again.

But this actually piqued House's interest:

"Okay, I'll ask that question again."

"What...?"

"You went to see your brother intending to kill him?"

Upon hearing this, Ruyak's mind went blank. He hesitated for a long time before finally stammering:

"I don't believe I'm capable of killing him... I just want to ask him why he betrayed the goblin race! Why couldn't he listen to Lord Jeeves!"

House looked at Ruyak, who was blinded by Keeves' empty promise, and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

Ultimately, he felt that these goblins were actually quite pitiful.

Regardless of who is right or wrong in their thinking, both of them, as goblins who are naturally superior to others in their race, knew from the beginning which path was best for them, and they also had the ability to choose their own path.

These weak and ordinary green goblins can only be blinded by their limited perspective and become walking corpses and military puppets in one area. Of course, they have no choice.

"well..."

House watched as the sun, its color gradually turning red, slowly rolled westward.

"Just focus on leveling up and fighting monsters in this other world... why add so much realistic content?"

As he spoke, he wheeled himself back the way he came: "Ruyak, I'm sparing your life, but I'm not doing it because I'm a saint. It's because I think that since you revealed so much confidential information to a stranger, your Lord Kevis probably won't let you live past tomorrow."

Ruyak grunted in response to this, but House ignored him and continued speaking to himself:

"However, I can give you an answer to the question you just asked."

"What...?"

House shrugged. "Nobody's perfect. Your brother has worked so hard for your tribe, but in the end, nobody stood by him. Instead, you betrayed him... I think it's reasonable for him to turn against you and join the human camp, isn't it?"

Ruyak opened his mouth to retort, but a dark shadow flashed past his eyes. With a muffled thud from its throat, it was knocked unconscious by House's thigh.

"Keevis..."

House brushed past Ruyak, leaving two crooked, bloody tire tracks on the ground from his wheelchair.

He didn't care at all about the monsters' domestic squabbles, but the sudden appearance of Jeeves really piqued his interest.

From any perspective, this guy's birth is highly suspicious.

Since that's the case, House will assume for now that this person is a hero. But can a hero be a non-human race?

That brain-dead monkey-faced guy didn't explain this to me...

It seems he needs to gain a deeper understanding of how the world defines a "hero".

Oh right... and that King's Weapon, damn it, the mess involved in this commission is really annoying.

He has to have a serious talk with Rudik when he gets back... There's no way he'll get rid of him with just 30 silver coins.

After getting the money... he remembered there was a library near Omia's house, so he decided to borrow a few books and see if he could learn more information.

As time passed second by second, the figure in the wheelchair gradually became blurred in the dappled shadows of the trees.

After a while... the goblin that had fainted on the ground suddenly convulsed, and then coughed up a mouthful of water.

Luyak felt dizzy, but his consciousness was slowly returning. House hadn't used too much force, which was why he survived.

It struggled to its feet, leaning on the ground. Seeing that House was truly gone, it breathed a sigh of relief. But just as the other had said... it had revealed everything it could to save its own life...

Can Lord Kevis forgive himself?

Luyak's vision was blurry; was it because his eyelids were swollen and bruised?

Even so, it pondered, "It seems I still have to run away... But where can I go? Aside from the north, I'll just run into the Allied forces anyway. Survival is the most important thing..."

"..."

Silence fell. The sky gradually darkened, and everything in the forest began to become eerie. Blackbirds chirped and flew up from the treetops. Ants swarmed past its feet, and drops of blood dripped from the lines of its palm onto the grass sprouts. Stunned, Ruyak took in all of this, seeing every single detail clearly.

At this moment, every minute and second should be precious... It should have quickly tried to escape and cherish this hard-won chance to survive.

But for some reason, Ruyak sat there hunched over, staring blankly with his eyes wide open.

The next second, its mind still hazy, it opened its dry, cracked lips and instinctively uttered a name from its throat:

"elder brother..."

Actually, it still lied, a lie that wasn't too big, but wasn't too small either.

Although Jeeves does have many sons, Ruyak is quite different from other goblins.

It and Rudik are actually twins.

From childhood to adulthood, Ruyak was extremely jealous of his older brother, extremely envious of his older brother, and extremely hateful of his older brother.

But his hatred was not without reason. Ruyak desperately wanted his father's approval, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the other man to even glance at him.

But looking at Rudik, his bluish skin seemed like a door to fate...

Although we were conceived from the same embryo and came into this world at the same moment, from the very beginning you have easily possessed something that I could never obtain in my entire life.

So Ruyak envied him, really envied him... but envy was not enough to make it harbor malice.

What Luyak truly hated was that it couldn't understand... it couldn't understand why its brother, who had everything, insisted on going against its respected father!

Again and again! Again and again! Again and again!

She desperately wanted blue skin, but her brother didn't appreciate it at all, and even thought it was a burden!

Ruyak tried to explain to him what his skin color meant, but every time this happened, that damned brother would lecture, scold, and educate him in an adult tone!

They say skin doesn't matter at all; what matters is a strong mind and a free will...

Damn it, we're all goblins, so why can you righteously talk about freedom while we're relegated to being slaves to orcs?!

All that high-sounding talk about the future of the race... it's all bullshit!

Isn't your pursuit of freedom based on your unique skin color?

If you were a green-skinned dwarf goblin, who the hell would give you a second thought?!

After some time, Rudik went completely mad. He kept saying he wanted to form an alliance with humans, complaining about how bad the species was, and even publicly insulting Lord Kivis, whom he respected.

Ruyak's years of pent-up anger finally erupted... He betrayed his brother, fabricating baseless charges against him.

It still remembers the scene from two years ago when its brother was tortured by more than a dozen orcs until he was barely alive, then tied up in a sack and thrown into the icy, turbulent river... It will never forget that moment.

"Forget it, let's not think about it anymore, let's just go..." Luak was tired of reminiscing, and it scratched its head.

rustle.

Ruyak's pointed ears twitched, and the rustling of the bushes made its heart tighten.

It grabbed a stone from the ground and turned around sharply: "Who—"

Pfft!!!

thump.

A precise strike in the darkness knocked it heavily to the ground. Before it could even see any details, in its last moments, perhaps Ruyak felt guilty towards its brother, or perhaps it almost uttered those three words.

Unfortunately, it didn't get a chance. The sharp spiked club smashed its skull from top to bottom, shattering it completely, leaving no time for even a cry...

As the brilliance faded from his pupils, Ruyak watched the receding figure. On his face, where the muscles had ceased to move, the corners of his mouth twitched up at an extremely faint angle.

Unable to make a sound.

It's dead.