From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties! Chapter 219: Borg’s Time Is Up? [FIXED!]

There was nothing standing in the way of the won now—no more excuses, no more delays, no more ti wasted on preparation or debate. They knew they needed to strike Borg swiftly and decisively, otherwise he would have enough ti to fully prepare for their arrival, to rally his warriors and fortify his position until the elent of surprise beca worthless. Speed and stealth were their only advantages against a chieftain who commanded hundreds of loyal fighters.

The assigned warriors went as planned: the Chieftess, her four honor guards, Shava, and Maui—seven in total, all moving with purpose through the darkening wilderness. Each woman carried weapons and wore armor that had been carefully prepared, checked and rechecked for any noise that might give them away. They all went to Borg’s settlent with one goal burning in their minds: remove him from power before he could consolidate his position or harm anyone else in his desperate grab for legitimacy.

The sun descended below the horizon as they traveled, painting the sky in deep purples and oranges that gradually surrendered to night’s embrace. They had the advantage of darkness now, the moon only a sliver providing minimal illumination that would help conceal their approach. Orc eyes adapted well to low light, giving them another edge over any human or goblin sentries Borg might have posted.

The mont they crossed into Borg’s territorial boundaries—marked by carved totems and scent markers that any orc could recognize—they noticed sothing strange in the distance. Torches. Far more torches than should be present for normal evening routines, positioned at regular intervals like a defensive periter. The patrols had clearly increased, warriors moving in coordinated patterns that spoke of organized vigilance rather than casual watchfulness.

This told them imdiately that Borg was aware they were coming for him, or at minimum suspected trouble enough to bolster his defenses. Soone had warned him, or his paranoia had reached levels that made him see threats everywhere.

"He knows," one of the honor guards whispered, her scarred hand tightening on her axe handle.

"Or he’s preparing for sothing," another suggested quietly. "The wedding, perhaps. Extra security for the ceremony."

Maui studied the patrol patterns with tactical assessnt, her mind working through possibilities. She knew there should be a way around them—there always was if you understood terrain and looked carefully enough. The last thing she needed was an all-out fight before they even reached their target. A frontal assault would be suicide against these numbers, and even if they sohow won, the noise would alert the entire settlent.

"This has to be done quietly," Maui said, her voice barely above a breath. "Borg is the target. The rest are just following orders with their limited perception of the goblins. They don’t understand what’s really happening here—they think they’re protecting their chieftain from outside aggressors."

She had once thought the sa as them, back when she’d viewed goblins as vermin to be exterminated, lesser creatures unworthy of consideration as intelligent beings. Until she lived with them, saw their society, learned their language, understood their capacity for growth and change. She couldn’t judge these warriors for their ignorance—she had been equally blind before circumstance opened her eyes.

The Chieftess made a gesture with her hands, asking a silent question that Maui had learned to interpret: "Alternative route?"

Before Maui could respond, Shava gestured for them all to follow her, urgency in her movents. "I know a way," she whispered. "Follow exactly. No deviations." Shava commanded sternly but forgot for a second these won had far more experience than her in these situations.

They did just that, trusting Shava’s knowledge of her own settlent’s geography. She led them away from the obvious approaches, using the path further to the left that seed paradoxically to take them away from the settlent rather than toward it. The terrain grew rougher, the footing less certain, forcing them to move more carefully to avoid twisted ankles or alerting falls.

Then suddenly the path ended at a cliff edge overlooking a body of water below—a river that carved through the landscape, its surface reflecting starlight in ripples that suggested significant current. The drop was substantial, at least thirty feet of sheer descent to the water’s dark surface.

The honor guards looked at Shava with expressions mixing doubt and concern. It was quite high—high enough that even an orc would feel the impact of such a fall, high enough to potentially cause injury if soone landed wrong or hit subrged rocks. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say this was dangerous even for warriors of their considerable durability.

"This is your secret path?" one of the guards questioned, skepticism heavy in her voice. "A leap that could break our bones?"

Shava t their eyes with steady confidence. "It’s the only way that doesn’t take us through three layers of patrols. The water is deep enough—I’ve used this route before when I needed to leave unseen. The current will carry us around the settlent’s eastern flank where the guards are thinnest."

She looked at each of them in turn, her expression serious. "Trust . I know what I’m asking."

Without waiting for further debate, Shava led by example and leaped first, her body arcing gracefully through the air before plunging into the water below with a splash that seed thunderously loud in the quiet night. They watched her head surface monts later, her arm waving them forward in clear invitation.

The Chieftess went next without hesitation, her massive fra creating an even larger splash upon impact. Then her honor guards followed one by one, each woman committing to the jump with warrior’s courage despite the obvious risk.

Maui took a breath and leaped last, her stomach lurching during the brief freefall before the shock of cold water enveloped her completely. The impact drove the air from her lungs, sent jarring vibrations through her entire skeleton, but nothing broke. She kicked toward the surface, gasping as she breached.

"Don’t swim," Shava whispered urgently as Maui surfaced. "Let the current take you. Swimming or thrashing would create noise and ripples that will alert the carefully placed guards along the banks. Just float and steer minimally."

They obeyed, allowing their bodies to beco driftwood carried by the river’s natural flow. The water was cold, biting through their clothes and armor, but bearable for orc constitutions built to endure hardship. The current swept them along at surprising speed, carrying them past the settlent’s main defensive positions in relative silence.

They went around the settlent’s periter this way, staying low in the water, using reeds and shadows for additional concealnt when they passed near populated areas. Maui was genuinely surprised that such a path existed—she’d studied the settlent’s layout during planning but had never identified this particular vulnerability. But it showed that Shava must have planned all of this very carefully, which ant this matter of removing Borg was just as urgent as she had presented to them, perhaps even more so.

There was still the troubling case of Kragg’s missing body that gnawed at Maui’s thoughts as they floated. There should be no way a corpse that size should disappear into thin air with no suspect in sight, no witnesses, no trace of how it had been moved. Soone must have carried it away—bodies didn’t walk themselves to new locations. And as incompetent as Borg could be in matters of honor and decency, there was no way he would miss an opportunity like possessing the corpse of his greatest rival. Either he had it hidden sowhere, or soone else had taken it for purposes unknown.

After what felt like an eternity of cold imrsion, Shava gestured toward the bank where an accessible slope presented itself. They swam quietly to shore and began the climb, using bare hands to grip rock and root, pulling themselves up the muddy incline with effort that made muscles burn. Maui could still feel the impact of the fall in her bones as they climbed—a deep ache that would likely blossom into impressive bruises by morning, a reminder that even orc bodies had limits.

They crested the slope and found themselves in a quieter section of the settlent’s outskirts, away from the main thoroughfares and defensive positions. Maui instantly noticed this path had far less security—only a single torch visible in the distance, no patrol patterns evident, almost as if this area had been deliberately left unguarded.

"Why so few guards here?" one of the honor guards whispered suspiciously. "This is a tactical weakness. Any competent commander would—"

"Because this is the area Borg uses to communicate with his sponsors," Shava interrupted quietly, wringing water from her hair. "The corrupt officials who supply him with resources and gold in exchange for favorable trade agreents. There’s no way he would want other orcs to be aware of this path—too many witnesses would inconvenience him in the future, create evidence of his dealings that could be used against him." Shava had no idea who he was working with but she had been able to narrow it down, she knew it was from the kingdom where the humans dwelled which ant it had to be a human.

It made horrible sense. Borg’s corruption ran deeper than simple ambition—he was selling out his own people’s interests for personal gain, making deals in shadows that would never survive sunlight scrutiny.

The Chieftess’s expression darkened with understanding, her hands clenching into fists that could crush stone. Even without words, her body language communicated pure disgust at such betrayal of leadership responsibilities.

"The path ahead is clear now," Shava continued, pointing toward the settlent’s interior where the largest structures were silhouetted against the night sky. "Borg’s personal dwelling is in the center—he moved into Kragg’s old quarters imdiately after claiming leadership. That’s where he’ll be, either sleeping or preparing for tomorrow’s forced ceremony."

Maui nodded, checking her weapons to ensure the water hadn’t compromised any chanisms or loosened any bindings. "Then the target is clear. We go in, we remove Borg from power, and we do it before anyone else has to die for his ambition." Maui knew if they were going to take over this place they would need to maintain the strength of the orc, killing them would make everything pointless as they wouldn’t have the required numbers they would need to help them.

The seven won moved forward as one, water still dripping from their clothes, determination burning brighter than any torch. The path ahead was open. The target was identified. And justice—or sothing very much like it—was about to be delivered.

Borg had made his choices. Now he would face the consequences.