Orc Hero Story: Discovery Chronicles

Bash didn’t understand the subtleties of conversations, but he could feel them somehow. This demon woman was somewhat distracted, not even looking at him when she listened. No matter how much Bash and Zell tried to encourage her, she didn’t give a single word of encourage.

And the tense atmosphere emanating from the woman… an air of intimidation. It was something he often felt when facing high-ranking demons or succubi. He supposed that she saw him as nothing more than a humble creature occupying that space. Internally, she must have been thinking something else.

“Before, the dragon fled. You’ve already won, haven’t you?”

“The dragon is not an opponent who accepts defeat so easily.”

The woman seemed to think that Bash drove away the dragon to avoid facing it. It must be because she didn’t trust Bash’s strength. That if they fought, she would probably get involved and die this time.

Nothing Bash had said before had resonated with the woman. She thought all those days of fighting, all those fierce battles, were completely false or inconsequential. It must be humiliating.

“Can you maintain your honor… without killing the dragon?”

“Protect my honor… without killing the dragon?”

“Yes.”

Bash felt like she was telling him to run away from the dragon and protect his honor in another way. If another orc in his homeland had said this, Bash might have gotten angry. He would never think of running away from a fight.

Bash was an orc who valued battle and honor. He was proud of his strength and being called the Orc Hero. He wouldn’t forgive his opponent for insulting him. First, he would kill the dragon as he declared, then he would beat the one who insulted him until they were unconscious.

“My honor…”

“…”

But what he had in front of him was a beautiful demon woman. Bash, of course, thought it was important to protect honor and pride. But more than that, there was something he wanted to protect… or rather, get rid of. He wouldn’t lose his virginity if he got too worked up here. First of all, if Bash, the Orc Hero, couldn’t lose his virginity, the honor of the orcs would also be tarnished.

That’s why he couldn’t beat her. But what should he say in response to such an insult? What words would he need to turn this woman into his wife and have consensual sexual relations with her? Bash was an orc. Even if he wanted to express it in a thousand ways, he didn’t have the words for such a situation.

“Mister.”

Zell tugged at one of his ears and began to whisper. It’s true. Bash had Zell. In moments like this, it was always this fairy who imparted wisdom. It was always this fairy who saved Bash from trouble.

“It’s very likely that this is a no-no…” But the fairy shook her head, unusually weak. “It’s impossible for there to be someone who can remain so cold after hearing your story, Mister… she’s a Demon, right? Even if she’s a woman, she’s still a demon, and seeing her hear about your exploits without showing any emotion makes me angry. I think she already despises you from the bottom of her heart. Mister, you shouldn’t take as your wife someone who disrespects you in this way…”

Bash felt absolutely mortified by these words. He never thought Zell would say such things. He always thought she would just say, “You can do it!” Even when things weren’t going well, she said that, and it certainly encouraged him. But now Zell, such an optimistic person, said something like that with tears in her eyes.

“Oh, so this woman too… won’t work either…” Bash was convinced by Zell’s words. He resigned himself to the fact that, no matter what he said, no woman would ever be his wife.

At the same time, a terrible disappointment took hold of him. It wouldn’t work again.

Sometimes, in a battle, you knew the outcome halfway through. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.

This time, it was a lost battle. He had lost again. He had climbed a snowy mountain, fought a dragon, and even boasted that he would kill the dragon to prove to the woman that he was good for her, but she didn’t even accept his offer. Demons were supposed to have issues with dragons. If he had killed it, it might have been a little different, but the fact is that he let it go. There was no excuse. It seemed like a delusion of grandeur for a young man to claim that he could defeat an escaped dragon.

“…I guess having a demoness as a wife is nothing more than an impossible dream…” From the beginning, he supposed it was an impossible feat. It was not possible for a demon woman to become the wife of an orc.

“If I take a beautiful woman like you as my wife, my honor will be protected.”

“…?”

Thinking this, Bash spoke of his desires. The words he was going to say after making the perfect arrangements. Sometimes a warrior had to face the final blow with courage, even when they knew they were going to lose. The warriors Bash had defeated were all like that. Even though they knew they were going to lose, they shouted, “We’re going to win!” and charged at him with their swords held high. So, he too, as a proud orc warrior, would follow their example.

“Wife?”

“Yes, I want you to be my wife and bear my children.”

It was a proposal.

“If you take me as your wife, and I become your mate, that maintains your honor, why?”

That was what the demon woman asked. That was nothing but malicious. She would make Bash explain how shameless he wanted to be.

“No ordinary orc could take you as a wife, even if it meant risking their life. If I take you as my wife and you bear my children, I will be spoken of as the greatest of all orcs. Until the day when the orcs are annihilated.”

“…”

“Although it may be humiliating for you to be the wife of an orc…”

He thought about the statement as he turned it over in his mind. Yes, it was true. “Now, if you understand, you will escort me to the fortress at your own risk. If you do so, I will absolve you of the crime of harboring such foolish thoughts about me.” That’s what he thought he would hear.

But Bash had forgotten something.

A lost battle is something that you feel throughout your whole body. The atmosphere, the low morale that surrounds you, tells you that you are going to lose. But there are times when it doesn’t happen.

“I understand. You and I will be mates.”

In those moments, ignorant soldiers accept the victory without even knowing how it happened.