An orc daughter was born. The fact that I had a daughter was pretty shocking, but what really threw for a loop was that she was an orc.
The reason was simple.
Female orcs didn’t exist.
Well, actually they did. There were female orcs born at incredibly low odds, but their faces and bodies were, to put it bluntly, totally jacked-up orcs.
But Lancelot was different. Honestly, aside from her green skin, she was so gorgeous you could mistake her for a green elf. I left Lancelot’s introduction to Gremory and went into an ergency eting with my subordinates.
"Is she pretty?"
"...Honestly, I’m a little jealous."
"Her body’s definitely built. ...More than mine."
Those tight abs and the lean muscle definition all over her body reminded of a personal trainer who does PT and yoga. The kind of instructor that’d make you want to show up for sessions every single day.
But she’s my daughter.
Tears blurred my vision. Just like with ri and Harpuia, I didn’t feel any lust. But her looks and physique were so outstanding that it felt like a waste to give her to anyone else. And this ti with Lancelot, it was a bit extre.
"What if there’s trouble over Lancelot? I an, in terms of tribal kinship, she’s basically the youngest aunt."
"Master, you’re an orc yourself, so you know this stuff best."
"I’m a weirdo even among orcs, so I don’t know shit."
For about a year, I was ostracized by the tribe as a well-fed bastard who’d die soon, and until Brug and I got stronger, I was basically invisible. Our tribe was a bit unusual too.
"It’ll be fine, right? There’s no way there are any crazy bastards who’d ss with their aunt, right?"
"You’re seriously worried about your daughter, huh."
"I keep you guys by my side all the ti, but Lancelot has to hang around with the guys, doesn’t she?"
"...When you put it that way, I can’t really argue."
Was it really the right choice to keep Lancelot with the orc group? But according to my grand plan, Lancelot eventually had to serve as a squad leader. Plus, her rank went all the way up to ★★★.
"Wouldn’t it be better to ask her directly?"
"How do you feel about living with a bunch of guys? Eila, how did you grow up as a knight?"
"...I received one-on-one training separately from my family’s knight commander."
"Oh. Right, you did. My bad."
Eila’s knight title and class were basically the product of expensive private tutoring that nobles get. Every dawn when she climbs on top of seeking pleasure and angling for a Reincarnation Crystal, I forget, but Eila was the eldest daughter of a count’s family and once even the prince’s fiancée.
Though she’s mine now.
"Then I guess I need to ask her directly. Let’s head over to Gremory’s dungeon to check on the tribe."
I led my subordinates through the portal directly to Gremory’s dungeon. Arthur and his brothers were guiding their youngest sister Lancelot, introducing her to the hunters and adventurers. All the won were so impressed by Lancelot that they couldn’t help exclaiming in admiration—she had absolutely stunning looks.
If she’d had white skin instead of green orc skin, she definitely would’ve captivated tons of guys. I called Lancelot over to ask her opinion.
"You’re gonna have to live with the orcs from now on. You cool with that?"
"What’s the problem?"
Lancelot raised her fist and grinned brightly.
"If anyone tries anything, I’ll teach them a real lesson!"
"Yeah, that’s the spirit. If any bastards try to lay hands on you, snap their sticks right off. ri, you help Lancelot out, okay?"
"Yes! Hehehe."
ri humd a tune as she approached Lancelot. Different mothers, but they were all siblings anyway.
"Lancelot? That sounds like a guy’s na. Dad, are you gonna keep calling her Lancelot?"
"What else would I call her besides her na?"
"How about Charlotte with so love in it?"
"No thanks, ri."
Lancelot flatly refused. She smiled as she gently scolded her.
"My na was given to by my father, the master of the dungeon. Changing nas on a whim is pretty rude."
"...My little sister’s kinda prickly, huh?"
"Sorry. I’m not a fan of people who overthink things."
Lancelot raised her arm. Veins popped out along her entire arm and her bicep bulged solidly as she showed off her strength.
"After all, for an orc, isn’t it all about strength?"
"I’m human though."
"If you were born from Father, you’re all orcs. We’re all part of the orc tribe, aren’t we?"
"Not really."
I spoke clearly to break through Lancelot’s typical orc warmongering.
"Our tribe is the Ras tribe, full of love between mbers."
"...What’s that? Green wolf? Or white feather? What does Ras an? I don’t know it."
"It ans the black raven tribe."
It’s from Andras’s Ras, so it’s not wrong. But Lancelot shook her head and flexed her muscles even more.
"Father! This isn’t the ti for this. If you’ll just give permission, I’ll make so equipnt. Even right now, our muscles are wasting away."
"I haven’t worked out in a while now. Looks like the workout demon latched onto you."
Seems like three years of not doing the bald training thod backfired through my sperm. I was happy that Lancelot cared about physical training, but right now, real combat was more important than conditioning.
"No ti to crush squats. We need to crush humans instead."
"Ah! Right. I ssed up. War with humans will be great training too. My thinking was too narrow."
Apparently, the youngest orc born from Lily and had way more warlike tendencies than all the other siblings combined. Not that it was bad, but her tendency to look down on mages needed so correction.
"Lancelot, I’m giving you an order."
"Give the order! What is it?!"
"From today on, you’ll follow ri around and help her."
"...What?"
Lancelot’s face twisted with shock and horror. ri smiled like she’d caught a lucky break and linked arms with Lancelot. Her solid bicep sank deep between ri’s large breasts.
"Your dad’s also a shaman. A strength mage. For looking down on mages, you’ll serve at a mage’s side. You can still be a squad leader too."
"...Ugh."
"Not gonna work. Acting cute won’t help."
"...Then I’ll repay my debt with achievents on the battlefield."
"If you did sothing wrong, you apologize to the person involved, not repay it so other way. Apologize to ri and Gremory."
At my scolding, Lancelot politely bowed to the two mage disciples.
"...I’m sorry for insulting the mages."
"It’s nothing. It happens."
ri patted Lancelot’s back and helped her up. Gremory shrugged with a completely unbothered expression.
"If anything, I think mage-hating is standard for orcs. Orcs just trust their magic resistance and fight recklessly, right? atheads who think fighting up close is the best."
Gremory’s perception was the commonly known image of orcs. Those who worship combat honor. That was also the image of our tribe back at Forneus’s dungeon.
"Right. Which is why this expedition has pretty important aning."
Will the second and third generation orcs born from my seed be warmongers crying for victory or death, or perverts crying for Ras or death?
"Arthur. I’m giving you ten minutes. Lead all the orcs and line them up by squad. Squad leaders up front, the rest of the squad mbers in two rows behind them."
"...Yes sir!"
Arthur hurriedly left with his siblings. Lancelot, who’d just joined, also rushed off with Arthur to lead her squad mbers. I got a headcount from Gremory.
"How many?"
"Ninety."
"So about twenty left over? Doesn’t matter. We can form them into Lune and Eila’s separate unit."
Ten per person. The numbers worked out perfectly. Ninety regular orc soldiers, seven squad leaders composed of Arthur and his siblings, one elf, one princess knight, and one fat orc commander.
Exactly one hundred to conquer a city and, if things went well, even conquer a barony.
***
At that mont, in the Barony of Virgo.
"The Blue Lion guild contacted us. They’re demanding to know why their guild mbers still haven’t returned, claiming this is a fraudulent contract with incorrectly assessed danger levels...."
Crash!
A ceramic cup smashed against the wall. Baroness Virgo, who’d thrown the cup, turned red all the way to her earlobes as she fud.
"Why are they bitching at us because they’re weak! What? Fraudulent contract? Tell them to stop talking shit!"
"Baroness, please maintain your dignity...."
"Dignity isn’t the issue! So rcenary trash dared to look down on a kingdom noble! It’d be perfectly justified to charge them with insulting nobility!"
"...."
The butler didn’t respond to the baroness’s hysteria. Talk about bad timing—despite sending a full forty guild mbers, they’d gone completely silent, and the Blue Lion guild had started seriously pressuring the Barony of Virgo.
The baroness is trying to hide the dungeon’s existence!
The baroness is actually a traitor to humanity, colluding with the Demon King’s army!
"Ugh, I’m in this state just because of so rumors...."
Baroness Virgo pulled at her hair and slumped down. From the mont one slash-and-burn village burned down, things started going sideways, and now rumors were flying that she might be the Demon King’s puppet.
"Head butler, is that monster that floated down the river still not eating anything?"
"Yes. Even after starving for days, it’s only drinking water and holding on. We thought it might be picky about food types, but it just doesn’t seem to eat."
"...Why would a monster at knight level or above show up in our territory. Sigh."
After capturing a monster that looked like a horse but had four weird humps on its back, the barony couldn’t deny the dungeon’s existence. The monster was about as strong as a knight, who was considered the strongest in the territory.
The baroness had to reach a conclusion.
There’s a dungeon in her territory.
There’s a monster dungeon near the Elven Forest.
"...But this could be an opportunity."
A chance to earn honor as a noble contributing to the human alliance. The baroness gave orders to her butler.
"We’re forming a subjugation force. Please file an official notice with the guild. The barony is recruiting heroes and adventurers for dungeon subjugation."
Turning crisis into opportunity. Baroness Virgo was bursting with dreams of raiding the dungeon.
***
About thirty minutes later.
I climbed onto a makeshift platform made of planks. The orc troops were thoroughly prepared for war, true to their species’ nature, even though they were born just days apart. They stood in formation with their issued weapons and gear, lined up in rows and columns.
"Ahem. Cough. Koof."
I cleared my throat and shouted toward the front.
"Raaaaaaaas!!!"
My thunderous roar filled the entire cavity. The orcs flinched and hunched their bodies, and I roared once more at the ninety-seven orcs.
"Raaaaaaas!!!"
A bit quieter this ti. My subordinate orcs still hadn’t caught on to my intent. I had no choice but to get help from rhythm and beat.
Stomp stomp clap. Stomp stomp clap.
Two stomps and one clap. Like hearing Queen’s rock spirit from sowhere, the orcs gradually started following my actions and the atmosphere began building.
And I shouted in ti with the clapping.
Stomp stomp Ras!
Stomp stomp Ras!
Quick-witted Arthur responded to my call. And all the orcs also shouted Ras and started stomping harder. Their footsteps, which had been at different rhythms, gradually aligned into one, and before long my subordinates were chanting Ras in unison.
And when the atmosphere reached its peak, I stopped. My subordinates froze and waited for my words. They all had so sense, after all.
"Listen well, all you little orcs born of Ras."
All the orcs looked at . I scanned each one with my eyes, checking their condition. They all had sculpted faces and sturdy builds, and not a single one was a fat orc. Among the orcs born from my seed, I alone was fat. But being fat isn’t a problem.
"You were born from , and now you’ll go to war to prove the reason for your birth and your strength. If you’re scared, you can run. Staying alive is victory. But if a brother faces death, have the courage to risk your life to help him."
I had no talent for speeches. So I appealed to my subordinates from the heart.
"Our beginning may be just this small dungeon, but our end will be as masters of a new Demon Castle commanding the entire world! You are the foundation for to usurp the Demon King’s position and claim the Demon King’s throne! So don’t die!"
I caught my breath and shouted to everyone.
"We, the Legion of Wrath, will conquer the world! And I, soday!"
May the system, may Estu, and may Solomon be listening.
"I will definitely bang the Demon Castle, the Demon King’s throne, and the Demon King himself! Raaaaas!!!"
"Raaaaaaaas!!"
Legion of Wrath.
Our spears are always angry, and our blood is always boiling.
Everything for Ras.
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