My Eldritch Horror Wife Followed Me To Another World
Chapter 115: Hero And Villain

Chapter 115: Hero And Villain

Basla was both curious and worried after Qiro’s ominous words. He shouldn’t have been. He should have regretted his decision to listen to Qiro.

The crazy tiger dropped off a bound and gagged Seg the first thing in the morning.

Qiro didn’t want the Lowat tribe to win.

Kidnapping a member of the Seg tribe was guaranteed to turn the rest of the forest against them.

Qiro wanted strife and bloodshed. He wanted to turn the Lowat tribe into scapegoats and unify the forest against them.

That was what Basla felt. That feeling was confirmed when, later in the day, Qiro led several of the other tribes to the Lowat tribe’s doorstep.

He wasn’t giving Basla an opportunity. No, he was, just not in the way Basla had thought. He was giving him an opportunity to run.

Basla turned around and fled. He had barely processed what was going on and Qiro’s betrayal, but he was quick to realize when things weren’t going his way. As he ran through the forest while the other ribes were busy securing the captured Seg and inspecting the warehouse of weapons to be used against the Aer tribe, Basla realized something else.

He was doomed.

He had done this all under Qiro’s guidance. Well, he went along with it because he also wanted it, but Qiro had given him the push to take things to the next level and start waging a soft war against the other tribes. He had helped Basla inspire the other tribes to rally with him.

Without Qiro, it would have never gotten this far. Basla would have never dared to or managed to succeed in escalating it to this point without Qiro.

He also hadn’t kidnapped the Seg. Why would he even do that?! It didn’t make any sense!

But Basla had lost all credibility. No one would believe him if he told them about Qiro’s involvement.

There was also one other thing.

No one else had seen Qiro. Basla was the only one who knew about and had talked to him. Qiro had entered and left Basla’s room in the dead of night without ever leaving any traces.

Qiro was the hero who exposed the Lowat tribe kidnapping a Seg, possibly to sell and gather more of the weapons they had collected in their warehouse, once again working with despicable humans.

Basla was the villain behind all the strife, unrest, violence, and death in the forest as of late.

It was obvious what would happen if he so much as tried to accuse Qiro of being the mastermind.

Basla gritted his teeth in frustration, and his gaze darkened.

He had lost. He could admit that. But he wasn’t going to give up just like that, even if he didn’t know what he was going to do right now.

He did know one thing, though.

He was not going down alone.

***

Going back to the morning...

Nick blinked.

He was used to waking up to something soft next to him most mornings. The tentacle liked to ’sleep’ next to him, after all. Usually, when he stretched and accidentally bumped into it, it would just move under the weight of his hand, even if it was strong enough to resist.

This time, however, there was much more weight behind the softness in his palm. A light bump wasn’t enough to make it move.

That was because it wasn’t a tentacle.

Tentacles couldn’t say ’Good morning, honey.’

Tentacles didn’t look like the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Slightly messy long dark hair, a few strands tickling his face, most of it framing a refined, light face. Pink cherry lips. A straight, slender, long nose. A set of dark amethyst eyes that shone like diamonds.

All of it right in front of him.

Nick stared at it in a daze. He was entranced.

After a few moments, though, Nick narrowed his eyes.

What was a woman like this doing in his bed? Where did she come from? Who was she? Since when? How? What?

’Is it...?’

However, Nick knew the answer. There was only one answer.

If the woman had been anyone but the tentacle, the tentacle would have thrown them out.

"Miss Tentacle?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

The woman smiled, putting Nick even deeper under her spell. She nodded, happy that Nick recognized and figured out who she was without wasting any time. She also liked his reaction to her appearance. Her painstaking preparations weren’t for naught.

"Eoutruimbr’dhrith," She said in response, her voice a little huskier than Nick had expected. But he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. He didn’t understand what she said, though. And it showed on his face.

"It’s my name," She explained.

"Eoutrium..." Nick tried to repeat it. There was no way he could allow himself to not know the name of such a beautiful woman, a woman who also claimed to be his wife.

Eoutruimbr’dhrith smiled and booped Nick’s nose.

"Relax, honey. There’s no need to force yourself. It’s not a name meant to be spoken by human tongues. Miss Tentacle works...Honey, darling, honeypie, ’angel of my dreams’, and ’love of my life’ also work," Eoutruimbr’dhrith said with a flirtatious smile.

Nick was a little stunned by how forward she was. He was also stunned when she moved a little closer with her face as if she wanted to imprint her face on his retinas.

He put a hand on her shoulder and made sure there was safe distance between them.

"I appreciate the offer. But do you mind if I call you Eo for now? I have a feeling that we need to sit down and talk before we do anything else. We—I need to clarify a couple of things. If you don’t mind?"

Eo’s gentle fingers brushed against his cheek as she smiled again.

"Not at all, honey," She said as she got out from under the covers and got up. Nick’s eyes widened, and he stared in a daze as she sauntered over to the door before turning around.

"I’ll get the tea ready."

"Hey, is that my shirt you’re wearing?" Nick asked, his thoughts on vacation.

"Who else’s? My research told me that this was the ideal morning attire for a married couple. Not satisfied?" She asked.

Nick slowly shook his head.

A shirt and nothing but a shirt. He had no complaints.

It was just that, usually, it was an oversized shirt. The shirt Eo was wearing was big enough that Nick didn’t see anything private.

But her shapely legs were completely exposed. He could also glimpse the hills.

Nick closed his eyes and smacked his face with both hands.

Months of isolation with a mysterious and powerful houseguest with the skill to open any door without Nick noticing had turned him into a hopeless pervert.