Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

Three days have passed since I found the elf girl.

In the meantime, I spent a lot of time nursing a girl, but I had many dangerous situations.

The beauty of the elves makes the oak lust more expensive than any other. I was consciously trying not to look at my face, but the feel of the skin I touched when the neck muscles of the girl hitting the back of her head were exposed or sweeping away massive amounts of sweat was a dangerous thing.

Thanks to you, my forehead is still sticking with dry blood.

Thanks to the diligent medical attention, the girl's fever seems to have improved a lot, and while she still doesn't wake up, the crushed fruits and drinking water are now well swallowed.

I put a wet cloth in the lake water on the girl's forehead and took my favorite spear.

It is a wolf. A forest wolf, capable of dividing the smell of the weak, is the natural enemy of the sick. Especially those who slept just like an elf girl today would be prey to outfits.

This is the sixth time a forest wolf has attacked me.

Fortunately, they attacked us in small numbers, so we were able to take them down lightly. Was it a detachment? Pull the spear through the eyebrows and it will overflow with sticky brain plasma.

Forest wolf meat is muscular and not suitable for consumption. The smell of blood can invite other beasts, so throw them in the back of the woods.

Back by the lake, there was no elf girl. I should have slept in the woods, but I don't have a figure or a shadow. I'm not supposed to be in such a good shape to get up yet......

"Well, I'm not going to hurt you."

"You think I can believe that?

The knife stuck to his neck glows dull.

That's the elf. I didn't feel any signs at all. There were signs of surprise at me speaking fluently, but not enough upset to get a gap. Unlike humans, elves know that they can talk less oak.

From behind, he was sent a serene killer, and he nearly stuck his spear out in jeopardy.

"Where am I?

"It's a lake west of the woods. I found you falling, and I brought you here."

"I knew someone was treating me, but I can't believe it was a lower breed pig..."

Was it that shocking to have been seen by an orc? Or am I mistaken for that or this while I was asleep?

Goo, a knife stuck in my neck.

"You can't live anymore if you've been tainted by pigs...... at least take me on the road"

I knew I was wrong.

"Um... I didn't do anything, did I?

I regretted it after I went. I wonder who's going to listen to the oak. Even though they hate pigs and are famous elves.

"Sure, I'm an oak, but if I'd done something, you'd be in a cage by now, wouldn't you? At least that's what my people should do."

"That is……"

"If I were a regular oak, you wouldn't be able to move any more."

He's an orc who's a lustful demon, but his body doesn't show any signs of being cleansed. You'll have to believe it. One more push.

"I'm an oak, but I'm looking for a gentleman. I would never do anything abusive without an agreement."

There was silence, and the girl let go of her knife. I just can't stop laughing.

"Pfft... I can't imagine an oak being a gentleman! Uh, no, that's crazy. I'm sure you won't get your hands on an oak like this."

You seem to understand, but somehow I don't care.

She laughed again as I looked away from the girl's face away from my back.

"You could be a gentleman, Puku."

I'm sorry.

I tried to support Muke and the body of the elf girl who introduced me, but she shook me off.

"I appreciate your help, and I believe you weren't abusive, but I'm not talking about it. Will you stop touching me?

It was spicy, but that's what we Oak recognise. If I show a gap, I'll offend you. That much more vigilance will reassure me the other way around. I'm not talking about Muke being ungrateful, it's a natural reaction.

If I had a pink oak in my head, I wouldn't have thought of it, and I'm an oak. But there's something hard about it when the person who helped you tells you that.

"Ah...... sorry"

You look sorry for the muke you noticed me accidentally dropping your shoulder, but you can't help it. Orcs are women's enemies, so they're spoiled and ready to take it.

"Um, I really appreciate the rut. That's what you helped me do, and I'm going to know that I'm different from other orcs..."

"Don't look like that. I know. I know exactly what you mean."

... a gentle child. You will no longer try to distance yourself reflexively. Your body must be stained with oak fear. Still, she shook my hand as she nearly cried.

From all the races that live in these woods, orcs are hated. That's enough to stain your bones.

Looking down, Muke went into a tree.

Three more days have passed since Muke woke up not yet in good shape.

Because I woke up, I only had to do food, procurement, and wetting the cloth with water.

The forest wolf stopped coming too because the muke was recovering.

Sometimes before, the distance between me and her has become subtle. I have things to talk about, but they are somehow irrelevant and will never touch each other.

Nevertheless, as soon as Muke recovers, he's going to break up, so maybe he's just fine.

Draw water from the lake and wet the cloth. A wet cloth is a little short, but it would be far better than not wiping your body at all.

Rub with the waste, but no noticeable dirt. That should be it, too. I like it pretty. The book also said that all gentlemen were clean, so I decided to clean myself up every day.

In the first place, I also found this lakeside to wash my body.

Muke woke up, so my instincts stopped swinging at me. My head was going to crack with excitement, such as when I tried to wipe my sweaty muke's body.

But you no longer have to endure more than Muke can move. She can clean herself up now, and I go to the back of the woods when I take a bath. What a shameful act as a gentleman to peek into a woman's water bath.

I cleaned my whole body, changed into spare clothes and washed the clothes I had come to before returning to the trees where Muke rested.

"... I couldn't believe the oak to bathe in the water at first, but you're getting used to it"

"I think I'm the only one. Orcs don't basically take a bath."

You've smelled the body odor of the oak before, Muke nodded with a glance on his face.

"By the way, what will Muke do now?

I meant to ask modestly, but she lowered her brow.

"I don't know what to do... I don't have a place to go anymore and I don't have a place to go..."

"……… how can you be one of them?"

At least, the Orcs won't leave their people unattended. If it's the same race, we're all buddies, Orc thinks.

"I'm proud of the magic of the elves. This ear is one of pride that magic can be used. If I lose it, they even call me a ghost. So you can't forgive your proud fellow countrymen."

Because I used to be the same. Saying so, Muke became silent.

We will remain silent.

I couldn't stand the snug atmosphere and when I tried to open my mouth, suddenly the back of the woods squirmed.

Must have noticed Muke, too. He grabbed the knife that poked at me and stared at me. In response, I grabbed the love spear beside me.

The bushes along the border with Saori shook, and the one that appeared was the elf with long ears and the one that hated the oak most.

I rushed to hide the muke, but Elf's vision of living in the turbulent, dim woods of the trees found her quicker than that.

"I was still alive or ugly. I wish I was honest and drooling..."

……

Why don't you say anything back?

"Hmm, well. It is an order from a long time. Let's make this your grave."

Why are you leaning down?

"Hey! We found the ghost!

When the man's elf shouted so, the sequel appeared. They're all armed with spears, and there are four of them.

"Damn, don't let it get you into trouble, in the midst of a ghost who lost his pride!

Another elf tells you to throw it away.

Did Muke do something wrong? She was attacked by a wolf, and she lost half her ear. She shouldn't be doing anything, anything, like getting kicked out.

And yet, I'm proud. What, crap.

"Don't cry"

I hung up on the whimpering muke as gently as I could. I wanted to stroke your trembling shoulder, but not with an oak like mine, I'm sure.

"Hiku... run away"

"Huh..."

"We need to get out of here now. That way you won't get caught up in this."

I can't stand it anymore.

"I'm not running away. I'm not running away."

"Holy shit..."

"It's a serious figure in a gentleman to put a crying girl down and run away! I will fight! I'll protect you!

Grabbing the spear in my hand, I stood up. I guess you didn't see me from the elves' position. He has a look of surprise and disgust at the sudden appearance of an oak.

"You guys said muke is filthy!? What a scumbag we are below oak to abandon our fellow countrymen who have lost ears! We Orcs never abandon our people. But you below us are the filthy elves who glorify the pride of the elves!

At the same time, put up a spear and pierce it. Spears as tall as I am have a reach over the elves' short spears, which is advantageous for that matter. But they have magic.

One of the elves stuck his hand out and produced a rock of fist magnitude, whether he was alert to me approaching with fierce momentum. Not one, but several floating around blocking the front of the elf.

"You dirty pigs!

With words, all the debris flew in. No matter how much you're working out, if you eat a direct hit, you'll get your body pierced easily. That's what magic is all about. But I'm not just keeping quiet, either. As I spun the spear I gripped with both hands at high speed, I bounced off the flying debris.

A rock that was constantly released bounced back into a spinning spear, and I quickly smashed the head of the man who stood in the lead and unleashed the magic. Brain pulp and blood were scattered, and the remaining elves took their breath.

That upset is the life.

Surprisingly, approaching an elf who had loosened his hand to fly the rubble, he slammed that throat. Ignore the gushing blood and pull out the spear at the same time.

At the same time that the throat-piercing elf collapsed, I watched my neighbor's head dance like a joke and threw a love spear at the last one.

The aim was not different in dimensions, and the spear pierced the elf's heart.

That's it. There is no such thing as magic, which is a threat, if it is not used.

When I pulled the spear out of the fallen elf on my back and wielded my blood, I went back to Muke.

Though a former companion, he killed his compatriot in front of him. She thought there was nothing she could do to reprimand me, but Muke held me in tears.