Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

Is it a short day's walk to the Count's house until sundown? I've been walking through the last few days, but that's not the only flesh I'm tired of.

We must destroy the Count's house as soon as possible. Specifically, by the time Mr. Ferre arrives at the Count's house, is it?

I read in the book that nobles use carriages to travel. I know how fast my horse's feet are so I don't have time to relax. I've come this far with only minimal sleep and a meal.

It's worth the effort to keep it out of sight as much as I can, and it hasn't made a scene.

"Nevertheless, Mr. Skrett is impotent, too. I think it's suicide to follow me."

"I've also been called a great hero. I don't work out soft."

Is it something like Mr. Ishiki Kensei? I've been out of that cabin for about two days, so you're exactly the kind of person with the qualities of a hero.

"But are the Ferres okay?

"When I left the cabin, I said I was going out for about three days, so I guess I'm late. Those two are disciplined, honest and polite, so you'll tell me one thing and then you'll try to leave the cabin."

I see, that helps.

If Mr. Skrett is right, he will be away for at least three days. If you don't pick up the carriage on the way to catch up with us, you won't make it. I can't be relaxed, but I can afford it.

Speaking of which, you ended up missing your axe back. From what I've heard, it looks like Mr. Cain's belongings, who was Mr. Ferre's squire, would be the same person that was killed by that Kamakiri. Let's return the shapes to Mr. Ferre after this is over. Instead, I can't say, but if it helps Mr Ferre in any way, will Mr Cain also allow us to use the shapes?

It's a lot easier mentally to be exchanging words with someone than walking silently by yourself.

Neither me nor Mr. Skrett have a larger mouth count, but I'm sure he also remembers his anxiety. To the extent that it didn't get awkward, we were having a chat.

Finally, we have arrived in Count's territory.

It's just late at night, but it's hard to fight right after you walk through it. Tiredness can create alarm, so you should at least get some sleep.

I told Mr. Skrett to sleep in the inn, but he said he didn't know where he was going to get his feet from, and he chose Nojuku. All the way to this point, he put on the hood and put on the mask.

When the sun went up, fell, the moon went up, and began to fall, we entered Count territory.

From what Mr. Scret has heard, Count Clavis, who governs the territory, seems to be famous for his great squandering, fancy and stunning, so the mansion seems to be of an unparalleled size in the territory. In fact, it seems that the museum that was seen from outside the realm is the Count's residence. The children who saw such a father's back also seem to be terribly flashy lovers and hated by the inhabitants as much as a snake scorpion. He seemed to be heartily happy to slap his hand at the second son's death.

If I marry you here, I don't know what will happen to Mr. Ferre either. Let's do this thoroughly, like a warcraft.

Arriving in front of a huge gate, we broke right through the gate when we truncated the lookout soldiers who looked terribly bored.

It's a huge garden. Flower beds, lawns, tall trees, etc. seem to have good taste. The fountain was blowing up water as I walked carefully on the lawn to avoid making footsteps. The marbled fountain boasts a considerable size. Sounds like this alone has a huge amount of money hanging. You need to hire a gardener to maintain this large garden, and anyone who is a gardener, it's not like that.

It took me a few minutes to reach the mansion wall. I can guess the size of the whole area, right?

The mansion assembled in bricks looks as sturdy as it looks. I am a countess with an attitude that spares no money to look good. There will be no such thing as haribote.

But that's why I'm in trouble. Bricks are stiff and will be difficult to crush with a handheld axe.

"You don't have to sneak in on anything... Mr. Skrett, I'm going to break in flashy. Because it would be more like a warcraft that way."

"Okay. Surely it would be more effective that way. Shall we come in from the front anyway? All the doors here are made of expensive glass. Shall we break the door to the biggest front entrance?"

"That would be nice."

It's easy to do. All you have to do is rumble flashly, make a flashy noise, and burn it in your eyes around you that the killer is me. That's all, but naturally, I'm going to be chased. I wanted to say a firm goodbye to Mr Ferre and Mr Kalia, but that would not come true either.

Okay, I'll go.

The deafening crushing noise echoed through the city at night.

Shaking his axe, he smashed the glass door and Mr. Scret jumped into the mansion.

This is the first time I've done a push in, but I don't get lost because there's only one purpose. Start by jumping into the nearby bedroom and looking for someone who looks good. Then I will determine whether it is the blood of the Count's family, and if it is a series, I will cut it off.

There's nothing simple and unclear about it.

Skrett, who jumped into the mansion first, shared the spacious hallway to the right and me to the left.

We will open it through the door nearby to check inside. Apparently, this is a guest house. The next door is an empty room, and then an empty room, and this is also an empty room, right?

Is the left side not used much? You won't like anything that uses a hierarchy full of empty rooms, so I ignored the rest of the room and went upstairs.

Shortly after I went up the stairs, I ran into a woman in a bedroom dress. The woman with the lamp in her hand was surprised at me for showing up suddenly and losing her mind in the light of the lamp on her face.

You run into orcs late at night, so that surprises you, doesn't it?

In the same way, I have been passed out after many encounters with women. Some of them were women in service clothes, so they must be maids working in this mansion.

No one seems to be involved here. Let's head up.

The third floor was filled with warehouses and the fourth floor with countless pieces of clothing. If so, the rest is on the fifth floor, right? Probably, but Mr. Skrett would be just as good as me if he went. Does that mean smoke isn't the only thing that wants to go high?

When I walked in front of the stairs going up to the fifth floor, where I joined Mr. Skrett, I heard a footsteps down the stairs. That sounds like a lot of heavy footsteps. The stairs are cramped.

It was a well-fattened middle-aged man who appeared.

"Hi-ki, who are you! A robbery? That's a robbery!? You beggars don't have a penny! If you find out, get out while you lick the dirty hallway!

As I thrust the man who stuffed me with bubbling momentum, I nodded with a strange scream.

"Ki, who do you think I am! The flourishing Earl of the House Lord's Guru…"

"Thank you for taking the time to introduce yourself."

I will not forgive you if you are the blood of the Count. I slashed the back of a man who said he was the Earl's homeowner with a small waving axe, turning his torso into two.

Now the rest of us have seven, all of us not getting martial arts, so unless you're also a caution stick, it'll be over soon. I'm on guard and apparently I don't have a caution stick, and should I leave a sign that the Warcraft attacked me as much as possible?

Up the stairs, me and Mr. Skrett broke into a nearby door.

What is wrapped in a soft blanket is like a potato worm. I heard only a few screams, so it is certain that there is someone inside. You can keep waving the axe down, but if it's someone else, I can't even hit you with my eyes. At least, I don't want to hurt you as much as I can except those who will be in the blood of the Counts.

Troubled, Mr. Skrett waved his sword out several times. Then, the blanket was nicely cleaved and the contents were exposed.

"No, no, no! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!

Is this... a girl? There was a girl there holding her own nudity and trembling. It's irrelevant because we're talking about all the blood ties in the Count's family being fat, but why are they naked?

"Why are you naked?

Mr. Skrett seemed concerned, too, and I heard him in a low voice.

"Uh, ah, will you not kill me if I talk to you............?

"I didn't mean to kill you."

"... Oh, I broke the cup your wife liked. So, your wife called the outlaws because it was punishment, and when she came..."

"Terrible story."

Consider also that you were naked, which means punishment would be to have the outlaws mausoleum you. I'm not human. What am I supposed to say, don't you have a heart?

"We're not outlaws. Don't worry, I'm hiding here. Because I'll pick you up by the time it's quiet. Don't get out of this room."

"Yes..."

Leaving a bewildered, nodding girl behind, we left the room. Then a scream came up from the stairs, and when I ran over, a fat middle-aged woman was rocking the Count Principal. Looks like that's your wife.

"Ahhhhhh! Somebody, somebody call a doctor! Can't you hear me!? A doctor, a doctor."

"Did you call?

"What?"

"As you can see, I'm a warcraft, so I don't know how to treat humans."

Naturally, a doctor is a lie.

A slightly peeled woman's neck was dancing through the universe the next moment.

"They say my sword is too sharp, so I will die without suffering."

The father's eldest son slept comfortably, breaking his stomach and killing him. The three mother-like men had fun with the maid, and Mr. Skrett pounded his heart. My oldest and second daughter put it together and made it into two while we were in love. The last three remaining women also dropped their heads in one swing where they were connected in bed with a middle-aged man.

It was true that everyone, was fat. It was also true that it was lustful, but what does it mean not to make the sound or scream of the glass breaking? Mr. Skrett says it's because he's a bottomless fool, but I'm convinced.

There were no obstacles and we succeeded in wiping out the Count family altogether.

I decided to take the girl out as promised and ask Mr. Scrett to go home first.

I still have something to do. [M] Even so, it's not that difficult. Destroying this mansion to the point that it will be unbroken.

I smashed through the glass door, scratched around the room, and the pantry was most flashy and rough before I pulled it up.

All you have to do is see how it goes.

A few days later, the counts, who were tragically murdered, were attacked by the Warcraft, meaning that the knights they had been dispatched to kata. In view of the unseen destruction and the situation in the pantry, which was particularly vandalized, it was difficult to believe that a distressed civilian had broken in, and traces of destruction appeared to have been judged impossible in humans who had difficulty eating.

I can't get into the city. While I was in the wild in the nearby mountains, I asked Mr. Skrett and that girl a lot that came every day. And today, our purpose was fulfilled.

"What will Mr. Skrett do now?

"It seems that this child, my mother, was the concubine of the Count. After he died, he said he had no place. So for now, I'll take it as a guardian and entrust it to Mr. Ferre."

"Is that so? Mr. Ferre will do something about it, won't he? …… have you met her?

"Oh. I had a stunning view of the site of the Count's house. Mr. Kalia looked the same.... don't you have to come to see me?

"Yeah, I left then. You don't even have to go out of your way. I'm done, Mr. Skrett. I'm coming."

"Yeah, I'll see you somewhere. Come visit me at the cabin in your spare time."

"Yes, sooner or later"

I walked down the mountain after waving my hand back to the girl who hid behind Mr. Skrett's back and waved modestly.

I have to get back soon. Muke will be worried.

It's going to be over by dusk.

I'm walking a rough road, but I never encounter anyone, to an extent that makes me look like a businessman carriage at times.

It's full of holes and would use quite a bit of strength for humans to walk. The carriage seems to vibrate awesome as well.

For the first time in hours, I saw a carriage approaching from the front. It's a large carriage, with four giant horses pulling it off. Even from here you can tell it's made of metal. You're spending a lot of money.

Off the road to avoid an approaching carriage with tremendous momentum, waiting in deep cloaks, the carriage passes in front of you as you wind up dirt and dust.

The iron carriage appears to have only a small window. One of them can't enjoy the view, can he?

For a splendid moment, I could see in the small window.

Why, is Muke in there?