A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis

Volume 5 Chapter 59: Sometimes Fighting Is Not Worth It

Volume 5 Chapter 59: Sometimes Fighting Is Not Worth It

"Herrick, do you have to bring the plant everywhere?" Melor grabbed his head as he stared at his friend. He was so confused by him now. Initially, he thought of him as the strongest student. Way more than him! 

Herrick was the same as Melor, pursuing strength. However, what he was now was,

"Little Herc, here's some water," Herrick started to spray some water onto the plant. The plant came with him everywhere he went. On Herrick were tools to help the plant: a spray bottle on the waist whenever he needed water and a shovel for more soil. 

"I have to bring him with me at all times!" Herrick glared, which caused Melor to raise his hand. Forget I said anything. 

"But don't you think you need to tone it down?" 

"If I did, little Herc would die." Herrick couldn't do anything about it. This bud was fickle; one look away was enough for it to start wilting!

He couldn't let it happen. With how hard he worked on it with Fira, there was no way he could let it go down the drain. As he continued to watch the plant,

"Hey, isn't that the insane person?"

"How could he be so much of an idiot?!"

While Herrick and Melor walked down the hallway, some students demeaned them. 

"How dare you!" Melor raised his fist.

"Melor, it's not worth it," Herrick said, shaking his head, which widened Melor's eyes. 

"Hah! Did the arrogant lion become a cub?!" 

"Go and run back to your master!"

Those guys continued to laugh at him as they walked away.

"Okay! Where has your backbone gone?!" Melor couldn't believe it! Where did the regular Herrick go?! He would have smacked them if they talked to him like that!

"You know, fighting is not the only thing we could do," "Eh?"

"Sometimes we shouldn't fight those little people for no reason," Herrick smiled. 

"..." Melor said nothing as he grabbed Herrick by the shoulders, "Who are you? And what happened to the old Herrick?"

"Eh?" "What is wrong with you?!"

"Nothing is wrong with me! It's just that there are times fighting is not worth it," Herrick realized. Was there really a need to fight a person like that?

If those people couldn't say it to his face, that meant they were scared of him. It would have been a waste of strength if he had done it. 

"But you usually punch them in the face,"

"Melor, we're princes. That means we have to ignore those people for the greater good." Herrick stated calmly as he raised the pot in the air.

"Sometimes I wonder if Keith is feeding you something strange."

"He feeds me well. My stomach has never felt any better." This was true. No one on the island could say they weren't getting fed. They felt so full because of Keith. 

"..." Melor sighed. When he ate Keith's food, he understood what he meant. It was delicious.

"Well, I'm going to head home now," Herrick stated as he returned to the island. And when he entered the island,