My Eldritch Horror Wife Followed Me To Another World
Chapter 93: Stargazers

Chapter 93: Stargazers

Nick didn’t have a lot of ice cream left, and the ice cream in his bowl was melting steadily. But he couldn’t bring himself to eat it.

Fortunately, Nuir was absentmindedly moving spoon after spoon of ice cream as he sat there with thunderclouds covering his face. It was sweet, cold, and something unlike anything he had ever eaten before. The chill also helped the pain in his head as he worked through what Nick had just said.

Nuir understood why Nick had emphasized it was just a hunch. He was grateful for it. If he hadn’t, Nuir would have taken it at face value, and his brain would have fried itself before he went on a rampage and charged through the forest toward Basla.

Nick’s words and the ice cream helped Nuir keep a cool head as he thought about what Nick had said.

Nick had no idea what was going on inside Nuir’s head. His dark expression revealed nothing of what kind of thoughts were flying around.

However, when Nuir’s spoon clinked against an empty bowl and scraped its bottom only to still bring no ice cream to his mouth, Nick detected a hint of disappointment.

Without a word, he pushed his half-melted ice cream to Nuir, who accepted it without a word.

When he was done with that, it seemed a weak brain freeze had set in, and Nuir frowned. He hopped down from the chair and curled up in his spot on the sofa, covering himself with the blanket.

Nick wanted to call out to him, but the tentacle stopped him.

Nick had done what he could. He had done what was best for Nuir. But he couldn’t forget that he had basically told Nuir that Basla had his mother murdered because he wanted her position.

Right now, even if Nuir knew it wasn’t true, he couldn’t help but see Nick as a bad omen. Nick’s face was synonymous with bad news.

Nuir needed some time for himself to process it.

Humans killing his mother was like an murderous monsters killing his mother. It was just a step worse than it being an accident. It gave him a target and directed his anger, which would have otherwise soon turned into despair and hopelessness.

However, Basla killing Nasam was worse. It wasn’t just that his mother had died due to unfortunate circumstances. She had been murdered in cold blood by someone she should have been able to trust with her life. She had been killed by her tribe and family.

The emotional upheaval was too complex for Nuir to understand it.

But even before he could sort through it and decide how to treat Nick’s hunch, Nuir could still tell that Basla was a dead man walking.

The years of abuse alone wouldn’t have made Nuir want to kill him. Other than the chief, Basla was his only living relative, his only living connection to his mother.

Nick’s words finally gave him some clarity.

If Basla had really been family and not a monster wearing the skin of family, he would have razed the kingdoms to the ground in search of the ones that killed Nasam.

The fact that he instead chose to cooperate with humans, maybe the very ones who killed his mother, sealed Basla’s death sentence. Not today. Not tomorrow.

But one day, one day, Basla would have seen the sunset for the last time.

Nuir wasn’t in a rush. Although Basla was still stirring up trouble, Nuir was confident that he wouldn’t die to anyone else. Fate would see to it that Basla died a righteous death in his hands.

Nuir sat up and glanced out the window. It was a clear night sky with plenty of bright stars out and about.

His mind was clear.

What really happened back then when his mother died wasn’t important. His mother was dead.

He had accepted that the other night.

Nothing he did would make her come back.

Nuir glanced at the closed basement door before gently pushing down on the handle to the front door. He silently pushed it open and went outside.

But that didn’t change the fact that Basla didn’t deserve to live. The humans who killed his mother didn’t deserve to live. The members of Basla’s tribe who had helped him assassinate Nasam and rise to power didn’t deserve to live.

Nuir wasn’t planning on leaving.

He just wanted some fresh air and to look at the forest without the clutter of Nick’s house surrounding his vision. He wanted to see his home.

Nuir was thankful for the help he had received and the care and kindness Nick and the tentacle had shown him. But he didn’t belong inside.

Now that he had mostly recovered, he was restless. He couldn’t sleep. The muscles in his legs crawled like there were ants all over them.

But if he left Nick’s house right now, he was walking into the jaws of death. So he sat down patiently.

He had endured years of abuse.

He could endure a few more days of peace and quiet. It was uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to it.

The couch was too soft. The blanket was too warm. The food was too good. Nick and the tentacle were too kind and full of smiles.

After everything he had been through, it was too much for Nuir. He needed the cold breeze of the night to brush against his fingers and ears. He needed the cold gaze of the stars shining down upon him to remind him of how small he was.

That was comfort. That was what he was used to.

Nuir wasn’t sure since when because he was looking at the stars, but he was being watched. Slowly, he lowered his gaze.

Straight ahead, just at the edge of Nick’s clearing.

Two glowing, dark yellow eyes met his gaze.

Nuir froze.

The eyes continued looking at him.

Slowly, Nuir’s eyes adjusted themselves to the darkness, and he saw a faint, dark outline around those eyes.

Just that was enough for him to know what he was locking eyes with.

The Midnight Panther.

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