That Unique Monster Who Just Got the 'Consciousness' Passive Skill Chapter 76 Orc Head

From that long distance, I couldn't really make great use of Mana Perception. On that tree, if I spotted him rather easily was thanks to his large, clear tunic of a wealthy rchant. The old man watched over from his distant tree, and I yelled so other words to him. "Yooou! Saaaw! eeee?!" I made sure he could hear my words distinctively. Also, I asked him whether Cetha, my elven princess, was all right. All right as in showing any signs of healing.

With the wind blowing past my ears, filling them with its thunderous and flapping roar, going back and forth between and the top of the little hill and the distant tree. I scratched my Character's nose waiting for his reply. With the wind dishevelling my hair as urgently as it was, I trusted my words would be conveyed to the old attendant. Shall I shout again? No. Delivering my ssage, at last, the wind made a coback to , hissing in my ears again, and making frown my eyes. "Yooou! Shooowed! ee! … Nothiiiiing!"

"Oh?" My head gave a start. The winds did deliver my ssage safely to the old man, but they must have confused the ssage they just sent with soone else's. I showed the old man nothing? I did show plenty. Looking back at the prey, behind —they were as lifeless as could be—I cocked my head thinking maybe it wasn't enough.

After all, didn't the System also say sothing along the lines of thirty enemies to deal with. I lacked nine-tenths of it. Still, in doubt, I decided to make sure what he said was right. In the wind, I yelled my ssage. Before long, I received the old man's letter, and it asked to "Get back to it!"

I did show him sothing, but if that wasn't enough, I'd just get back to it, wouldn't I? Who would shy away from a little fighting—no, playing around? That wasn't . The old man was adamant and categorical. I needed to get back to it and show him more of my fighting abilities. Thinking his demands were on par with the quest's instructions, I'd just get back to it, now.

The old man watched over his grandson from afar ever since the senile man sent his poor child to the battlefield. As the grandson wouldn't yet drop his sword and co back ho, the grandpa also wouldn't stop watching over him. Spinning on my heels, I turned back to face the battlefield, and—

"Hey, you, young mister…" A voice called to and a hand was placed on my shoulder. "You collect the head or sothing? I an, er, is it yours? You took the bastard down?"

I was the neurotic type. When the man's hand brushed my shoulder, I imdiately took it off, turning to him the quickest I could. He surprised . That was yet another practical example of my lack of experience, by the way. Had I known to make proper use of Mana Perception, this wouldn't have happened. Cursing at myself inwardly, I glared daggers at the human male.

"W-Woah, there…" he stuttered, backing away. "Chill out, dude. Just asking for the loot. The head. You collect the head or what? Already been five minutes, and I ain't seen you make to harvest it. Th-That's a pretty big orc, co to think of it. I'm sure the head'd be worth a silver or so more… Man, it'd be cool if you could lem have it."

Of course, he wouldn't be alone. They were a group of five. Five more to deal with. They were all humans. A man had placed his hand on my shoulder to catch my attention. And after I had reacted—or rather, overreacted, glaring fiery eyes at him with a quickened heartbeat and a tightened grip on my sword—he was being startled, too.

"L-Look! I'm sorry!" he managed, stuttering again, doing away with his prior overly easygoing deanor. Slightly hesitating, the young man bowed his head to .

Soon, so other guy stepped toward , laughing relaxedly. "Don't mind the kid, please." That other guy briefly explained his comrade was just that, a person who liked contact, and apologized to . Three males and two females. Looking over at them, scanning their forces and scoffing at their lack of strength (if they wanted to face ), they, too, looked at , with analytical eyes.

"No problem," I curtly said. By now, I hid my hostility toward the group. I only realized a second after they interacted with that they confused for one of their own. At first, I was intent on unleashing my sword again, call myself a butcher, and bring them all down at once.

Seeing how the older guy bowed his head to , too, now, I only scratched my head awkwardly, slightly embarrassed. Placing one big palm on his junior's head, he pushed it down as he brought down his whole upper body. Now, that was a bit of a stretch. Maybe that was simply to say my overreaction was way over the top, if they had to apologize so strongly.

"Now, that's a proper apology!" the man said, self-motivated and happy with himself. Or maybe he was just so weirdo who got a kick from apologizing to people he just t. As I didn't want to admit I overreacted, I went for this explanation. It made the rest of the conversation easier for .

"I just don't like being surprised… Maybe. But… anyway, I forgive you. If you want to be forgiven, that is… But you… As you said you were sorry, I guess that's, er, my forgiveness for you, then. Right…?" Was I speaking properly? Was I not being suspicious? Would they find out I'm a monster right away, admonish my existence, and jump at for a kill?

These three questions, and many more, might have made look like so kind of fool. Lest it only made more foolish-looking, I didn't focus on that. Hopefully, I wasn't being too awkward. It wasn't exactly my first ti talking to humans, but well. Maybe it was, actually. I was directly being a monster, at the present mont, and I spoke to humans for the first ti, without hiding behind a Receptacle or anything.

And anyway, that was it. Humans had co to . They wanted to do sothing with , it seed. We had so business together, from what I understood so far. And so I was called out. Not with a word, however. A hand called and got my attention. Why was that? "Well, we tried talking to you, but you wouldn't reply no matter what. Too distracted by what you were doing… Talking to—cough!—to yourself, yeah… Er… Yelling by yourself to the sky or sothing… But I don't think you're—cough!—weird or anything, y'know!"

He definitely thought I was a freak. Grimacing, I acted as though I didn't know what he was talking about.

"You got the wrong person."

"We did?"

"You did."

"We did."

Which brings us to their apology. As I didn't reply, the leader of their adventurer pack said they'd approach . After the younger man ca to , instead of calling out "Adventurer!" to again, he touched my shoulder to get my attention.

These guys weren't soldiers of the army. They were adventurers. I was so happy to see them this up close. Just to be perfectly sure, I asked the human group whether they were my enemies or not. And, "Enemies?" No, they weren't.

The man who seed to be the leader thanked again and said sorry for the trouble. All right, now, what was their business with ? The leader asked if I would collect the head or not. What 'head' was he even talking about?

"The orc's head, obviously. You took him down? Or… you're going after other people's loot? Just like us, hm? I an, we—my party isn't that strong, so for our first day out on the battlefield, I thought I'd go easy on my juniors. Also… I'm profusely sorry. I just hope the guys weren't with you, kid…"

For so reason, the leader apologized again, this ti wearing a graver expression. It's true there were also the two humans I slayed. Well, no, they weren't with . "That's a relief," the leader smiled, after telling not to worry about retrieving their bodies on my own. As a side note, I didn't know what to think about it, but it seed people had gotten used to call a 'kid'.

The Guild Bureau—that was so organization so chubby adventurer, who was my hero, ntioned back in the woods—would take care of retrieving them for the deceased's families and stuff. "But anyway. Let's forget about that. Why collect the head, you ask? Well, aren't you an adventurer, too?"