My Eldritch Horror Wife Followed Me To Another World
Chapter 83: Shirking Responsibility

Chapter 83: Shirking Responsibility

Vaia, the Orovir woman, had just been taking a stroll around the tunnels as she usually did when she heard the sounds of fighting from the messy group of five. She rushed over in a hurry. It didn’t sound like a couple of wild animals had managed to find their way into the tunnels. It sounded more like the tension of battle.

But regardless of what it was, she had to put a stop to it.

Fighting in the tunnels was forbidden, not to mention that one of those tunnels was meant to be collapsed.

Vaia didn’t know the others, especially not at a glance. She didn’t know why they were fighting. She also didn’t have the time to find out why.

But her first impression of the fight was that four people from different tribes were ganging up on a warrior from the Lowat tribe. It didn’t seem fair. And it certainly didn’t seem fair to leave the unconscious Lowat warrior on the ground inside the collapsed tunnel.

Her body moved before her mind did. If she had taken just a moment to consider it, she probably would have hesitated.

But if she had done that, she would have left the Lowat warrior to die. If she had done that, she would have been too slow.

Unfortunately, she was too slow even when she didn’t do that. She didn’t reach the Lowat warrior.

Her outstretched arm was the only thing inside the tunnel when it came down. It was caught in the falling rubble and dragged her down to the ground, slamming her face into the dirt, which was then subsequently blasted by the dusty shockwave of a collapsed tunnel.

She lost consciousness but kept her life.

That alone was fortunate, given the circumstances.

However, to Vaia’s mother, Poia, it was unforgivable. She brought hellfire to the tribal meeting.

"My daughter almost lost her life, and she may still lose her arm due to the reckless actions of your tribal members! A respected Lowat warrior did lose his life! I demand an explanation for this event!" Poia’s voice rang through the meeting hall as she thumped her fist against the table.

She was still on the physical harm dealt this time. She hadn’t even gotten to the point about five members of other tribes intruding on Orovir territory and fighting in their tunnels.

"I think we all want an explanation," Monkey said calmly while looking at Basla. The various tribes had a vague idea of the situation. Monkey had managed to sneak over to where Tilo, Malak, and Issa were being held to get a good grasp of it.

Basla should also be smart enough to have mostly figured it out.

Monkey’s eyes narrowed when Basla crossed his arms.

"I have no idea how this situation came to be," Basla said flatly.

"Oho?"

"Monkey, do you know something you’re not sharing with us?" Poia asked sternly.

"Always," Monkey answered before glancing at Poia. He was surprised. He couldn’t tell if she knew or didn’t know about why there was a Lowat warrior in the Orovir tunnels.

Poia glared at him.

"Would you mind sharing it?" She phrased it like a question. It was anything but.

Monkey shrugged.

"Those four were exploring possible locations and routes that Tair’s kidnappers could have used. I guess the traces they found led them there." Monkey’s words were enough to get the others’ minds rolling.

If the four youngsters were following the traces of Tair’s kidnappers...

Why had they run into a Lowat warrior?

"That’s impossible!" Basla shouted.

He could have been that he was simply rejecting the idea that his warriors had kidnapped Tair.

But why did it sound like he thought it was impossible for the four to have found traces and followed them to the tunnels?

Monkey wasn’t the only one who caught the subtle tone in Basla’s voice.

"Which of that is impossible?" Chief Matranda of the Aer tribe asked sharply, his insinuation clear as day to the savvy tribal representatives.

Basla flinched slightly. But he quickly caught himself and fixed his posture as he met Matranda’s gaze.

"Do I really need to clarify? Of course, it’s impossible for any of my warriors to have been involved in Tair’s kidnapping," He explained with a disdainful voice as if he couldn’t believe the nonsensical accusation.

Monkey had to give it to him. Basla was a decent politician. He was good at lying.

"What was the fallen warrior doing in the tunnels, then?" Monkey asked, adding more pressure on Basla.

"How should I know? I don’t oversee all my warriors’ exact movements. They’re free to move as they wish when they aren’t on duty," Basla said, crossing his arms and shirking any responsibility.

A warrior of his had died, but apparently, it had nothing to do with him.

Monkey snorted.

"Then this matter is fairly simple, isn’t it?" Monkey shrugged and leaned back in his chair, putting up his foot on his leg.

"What do you mean?" Poia asked.

"It’s all that Lowat warrior’s fault, isn’t it? He was in a place he wasn’t supposed to be. The four youngsters caught him. He panicked, tried to fight them, lost, collapsed the tunnel, killed himself, and injured Vaia." Monkey’s voice was light as he simplified the situation to a level that everyone would understand.

It was the Lowat warrior’s fault.

On the surface, it had nothing to do with Basla or the rest of his tribe since Basla had said he had nothing to do with it. But if Basla had anything to do with it, it was Basla’s fault that the warrior was dead, Sosora was blind, and Vaia was down one arm.

Basla’s eyes narrowed. Poia’s eyes also narrowed as she glanced at Basla. They exchanged a subtle glance.

The other tribal representatives felt a little uneasy weighing in. But Monkey’s explanation would bring this unbearably tense meeting to a close.

Chief Matranda stood up. He nodded once at Monkey. He agreed with that conclusion. Then, he turned around and left.

The meeting had ended, but this was far from over.