Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

As a gentleman, no, as a man, Mr. Skrett was still staring at Mr. Ferre, who weeps quietly about whether he felt anything, too.

I'm sure I'm the only one who has noticed that I'm in the middle of bending my own policy, even with Mr. Skrett present, who decides not to get involved with the nobility.

His feelings for nobility seemed so complex and dull that hatred could not be cleaned up in such a simple language.

I can't even tell you that I, the Warcraft, understand the human heart, even if my mouth is torn, but it still seems like I know something. [M]

Humans are troubling everyone. It seems to grind and live every day.

It's very different from an oak that just swells your groin whether you sleep or wake up.

Mr. Skrett opened his mouth abruptly when everyone became silent.

"Anyway, it's time for dinner. I'll pick up the branches outside, so I was wondering if you could help me with your oak? The two of us finish faster, and we can treat ourselves to something delicious..."

Did you think the meal would distract you?

Anyway, it's not that simple.

I'll pick it up.

Mr. Ferre, who was in charge of cooking and willing to cook, cooked daily in the orphanage, was quietly finishing his meal with a few shoulders dropped.

Although Mr. Ferre's dishes were better than any I had ever eaten, and I did something different, Mr. Ferre smiled at me when I ate them. Why?

As it is today, I was to stay in Mr. Skrett's cabin, including me, but this cabin was originally designed to live alone and it was impossible for the four of us to lie down. I was naturally outside with a big body, and Mr. Skrett decided to sleep outside because the two women would be tired. He's also a gentleman again, isn't he?

Mr. Ferre, who was full of sadness, seemed to be feeling better too, in a cabin that seemed to leak a very pleasant voice.

There's only one hammock. My landlord, Mr. Skrett, climbed a nearby tree because I'm used to it and knocked me down to a thick branch.

And there's a lot going on in the human race.

I meant to talk to myself.

"Warcraft, no, excuse me. I've heard that orcs are also a species that live in groups, but don't they ever live like humans?

"Orcs, anyway, are highly companion. It's always the case that all the people who grew up in the same hole warehouse are family, and if someone gets attacked, they all go to retaliate.... So I'm a little surprised. Even though we're family, humans don't help each other. I was surprised by that."

"I hate that you're usually a warcraft, and you care more about connections than you despise. Seeking blood connections from humans is harsh, but I wanted to believe at least as much as my flesh parents."

I wanted to believe it. I don't know what that word means. But...

Just one thing. Mr. Skrett, too, must be someone who has been betrayed by his flesh parents. It was stated in the philosophy book that the stronger the power, the more human beings are the creatures they seek. Maybe it's not a mistake though.

"Um, how did Mr. Skrett get stronger?

The famous Kensei among humans. What made you stronger for?

"Why not? I don't think it's been a long time since you asked.... Right. My village was near the border."

"Is that a border with your neighbor that you fought a war?

"That's right. I seem fortunate to have a sword talent. [M] When I was able to master the sword, I quickly overtook it. Above the present, he was stronger and apprenticed to the famous swordsman, who was at some point the strongest. From then on, it's easy. I originally learned the sword because I wanted to protect my family. Warcraft often attacked me before the war. The other guy just became a soldier, and nothing changed. So I went straight to the king of my neighbor."

"Well, you made it home safe."

"He was a casual person. He pulled a soldier so lightly that what he was up to was stupid. A man who fights to protect is worth more than a jewel. Oh, this country picks gems well."

"I see………………."

"When I came back that way, a certain nobleman asked me not to wave my arms, and I was only satisfied that the village was protected, I said no. And instead of my family, I lost my village."

"Oh no..."

"If that's all, I thought I was a family until I died. But they were trying to sell me for money. I didn't really know that story because I heard it by accident."

"I don't think so."

"So I don't like nobles, and I don't want to help Mr. Ferre, who inherited noble blood, even though I didn't know it. But I somehow know that where Mr. Ferre went to the Count's house, the orphanage would be burned to the stomach"

"Then I have to let you know."

"Let me know. What's it gonna be? I'm not gonna give you a hand."

Mr. Skrett, who said with his face turned away, seemed hesitant somewhere. That's why I strain my chest.

"I'll help you."

"Why not? You're a warcraft. Humans hate you. I just followed Mr. Ferre, and he's the one who's gonna kill me."

"I'm looking to be a gentleman. Gentlemen, those in need are always helpers. Even if I am a warcraft, Mr. Ferre is in trouble right now. Then it would be a gentleman to help, wouldn't it?

"Oh no, for a reason..."

I think I know exactly what Mr. Skrett is hesitating to do. He is an indisputable gentleman. But I lost the family I wanted to protect the most, and even my eyelashes were betrayed. I wonder if I've lost sight of what it means to protect you. Aren't you frightened?

"The truth is, I don't care why. Because the food that Mr. Ferre cooked for me was delicious, Mr. Ferre was kind to look at me, just because he wanted to protect me, and whatever it was, there's no reason."

Yes, I admire gentlemen and try to be gentlemen. This is what a gentleman would do, but after all, I'm willing to help someone.

"I aspire to be a gentleman. I don't want anything like that in return, or a word of thanks. I just want to be the gentleman I admire."

"Don't you want results?

"Yes."

"Oh my God."

That's all I'm saying, Mr. Skrett has been silent. It's late at night, and you must have fallen asleep.

I woke up before dawn, just as I woke up with Mr. Scrett, washing my face in a nearby creek.

After all, it seemed a great surprise that the oak was being cleaned, and Mr. Skrett didn't speak out either, but he was still surprised.

The replacement made a mistake with Mr. Ferre and Mr. Kalia, and the breakfast was to be made by Mr. Skrett.

Mr. Ferre also raised his admiration for the elegant but brightly colored products.

When I look where I hear the recipe with a rough nose, I'm the one who really doesn't seem aristocratic.

After breakfast, Mr. Ferre and Mr. Kalia were all set and postured with a strange face.

"I apologize for getting into personal matters yesterday. Nonetheless, thank you so much for saving my life."

To Karia, who lowered her head deeply, Mr. Skrett just nodded.

It was Mr Ferre who broke the painful silence.

rose up with a sound, Mr. Ferre smiled with a crying face.

"Yesterday, I thought about it overnight. I thought I'd go to the Count's house."

"Is that okay?

Mr. Kalia probably persuaded you, too. Seeing how you're falling short of strength, it looks like you've failed.

I'm the least involved of these four. That's why I asked once now.

"Are you sure that's okay?

"You can't keep going. Ugh!?

"Mr. Kalia, please be quiet. I'm asking Mr. Ferre."

"Ma'am, Karia.... To tell you the truth, I want to go back to the orphanage right now. I want to live in peace with my children and Dean. But if it's not me, it has to be me. So I decided to go."

"Are you serious?

"……… it is."

"I'll ask you again. Is that choice what Mr Ferre wholeheartedly wanted?

I know the answer to this without bothering to ask.

"... I don't want to die... I want to go home to everyone..."

I may be disqualified as a gentleman. You made a woman cry, so you can't call her a gentleman. But that's what I wanted to hear.

"So, Mr. Ferre, can you tell me where the Count's house is? If I, the Warcraft, crush the Count's house, everyone will understand that it was the work of the Warcraft."

There is no falsehood whatsoever in my harsh words. [M] The reason for this in the first place is that Mr. Ferre is believed to have killed his marital partner. To overturn that, you need to prove you're innocent. But there is only one ally of Mr Ferre on the aristocratic side. You won't be able to do anything on your own.

Then you just have to let the Warcraft break out so everyone can see.

Mr. Skrett laughed bitterly when he heard a simple story that he couldn't even call an operation, Mr. Kalia was staring at me for some reason, and Mr. Ferre was flat out.

"Sure, that would prove Mr. Ferre's innocence. But are you okay with that? You seem to have the intelligence to speak like a human being. [M] You don't have to tell me, do you understand the danger?

"Of course it is. After that, I did what I expected."

If I can crush the Count's house, I will be your questioner. It's no surprise that a prize money was placed on my neck because a dangerous warcraft attacked a human being.

"But I'll do it. I didn't originally intend to stay in human territory for long. If you hide in the clouds across the woods, no one will ever find you."

"No... no, no, no, no, no! 'Cause, Mr. Oak, that means you're going to sacrifice to help me...? Oh, you can't do that!

"I'm not here to help Mr. Ferre.... you forgot? I'm an oak. Mr. Ferre, you fooled me easily, too."

This is why we can't save humans. Oh, my God, when I said it to look evil, Mr. Kalia kicked the chair and sheltered Mr. Ferre on his back.

Yes, that's what I was looking for. At least stay that way until I fulfill my purpose.

I did what I did. I got out of Mr. Scret's cabin and headed to the Count's house.

You were right to hear the location from Mr. Scrett beforehand.