Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

The Royal Palace Lycaon, in the heart of the capital city of Licanto.

Gardens, buildings, interiors, all new. There, beautifully decorated by gold and silver gems for the third princess to marry.

It's not just the exterior.

A month after the Third Princess's marriage was largely announced, preparations for the wedding were steadily under way.

Marriage of Inuela, the Third Princess of the Beast, and Colonel Trikabuto, an elf soldier.

That was a very congratulatory event, even globally.

It was not just a congratulation, it was also a politically and meaningful marriage that further strengthened the ties between the two countries, while also including the meaning of restraint on other countries.

Therefore, the royalty of the elves and beasts were to hang on to their respective prestige and make their wedding the most extravagant after the war.

For this reason, luxurious funds were used at all costs, festivals were held, hustle and bustle travelled to various countries around the world, and prominent figures were invited from all over.

but naturally, there are those who don't find it interesting.

It was an elf nobility, hostile to the faction to which the elves and beasts belonged, a human nobleman who did not wish to be empowered, or a dwarf merchant placed outside a mosquito net for a chance to make money because of it…

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"- That means that with this trick, someone who doesn't have an alibi comes out at a time when the poison is presumed to have been poisoned. Yeah."

One of the rooms at the Lycaon Palace was noisy.

The greats of the nations gathered for the ceremony were gathered and listening to the words of one woman.

You must be an elf when you see a pointed long ear peeking from a long blonde hair.

But the face is hidden in a mask, and we cannot know who it is.

Everyone on the spot knew... but no one could know. There was such an implicit understanding.

"Bougainvillea"

"Huh!"

And the masked woman was hunting down one woman.

Blonde hair cut short, long ears.

Although the ears are worn with large earrings, only one.

The other one was held in the masked woman's hand.

"Hey, why did you try to do this? Trikabuto's your childhood friend, isn't he?

Bougainvillea.

The woman so called had been nagging and trembling for a while.

But eventually he looked up, screaming.

"To you...... what do you know! To you, the virgin, for hundreds of years!

"Hey, don't."

"I, for a long time, loved Lord Trikabuto! It was the base of my heart for the encounter between fierce battles! I've dreamed that when the battle is over, I can be with Master Trikabuto! I can't believe that's such a beastly palace, marrying a furry bastard! You couldn't have forgiven me!

"Doesn't that story have anything to do with virginity!?

"If it was for Lord Trikabuto, I could stand any harsh task! If I was ordered, I would have killed an old man and a child! But after we got married, we were gonna do everything we could! I loved you! It wasn't like I wasn't even matched for the family! And yet, when the captain of the assassination squad and the royal family married, they told me that the outside was bad, and that he was a dirty body because he was caught and offended by an orc during the war! You can't understand how I feel about being forced to give up around me!

"No, you know what I mean? It's me..."

"Do you understand me? To a woman who doesn't know love!

"No, rather, as far as I'm concerned, I want you to know how I felt when they said it smelled or something because I didn't get offended by losing to an orc...?

"You were proposed to that oak and it was floating in a turn!

"Ugh... um... oh, yeah. Yeah. I don't know how you feel about me...... sorry......"

The masked woman apologizes in cold sweat, coughing.

"That's it! So, you used that feeling by the anti-Kabutogists to do this as a bad guy?"

When the masked woman said so, she snapped her earrings slightly at her fingertips.

Then, from the tip of the earrings, the pottery and a drop of liquid spill.

a disastrous purple liquid.

Whoever sees it is highly poisonous.

……

"... you know. Maybe they don't even know how you feel, do they?

Bougainvillea gives a complicated look to the woman in the mask who told her to be careful.

But I've come to a point where I can't pull anymore.

There are no tricabuts on this occasion, but they even found out that they were trying to assassinate the Beast nobility and force the wedding to be canceled.

The future is closed.

"On top of getting..."

Bougainvillea took the dagger out of his nose.

A disastrously curved dagger. A dagger of honor, bestowed on those with particular merit, among the assassination units of the Elf Army.

Bougainvillea, one of the best in assassination forces, is a killer.

"Oh, hey, stop! Don't stop!"

"I'll kill them all! Neither Inuela, nor Master Trikabuto! Oh, even you! I don't approve of marriages like this! I'm gonna screw you up!

The place becomes noisy.

Some of them can unleash their swords or gain magic.

No matter how top of the assassination squad, there is one Bougainvillea.

Those on this occasion are all fierce men who survived the war. It mixes with each other with Bougainvillea or many more powerful people.

"Hey, Bougainvillea. Surely I may not know how you feel. But, Trikabuto and you, we've known each other since we were little. I didn't realize you liked Trikabuto, but I know you're never the bad guy! You've been strong for a long time, protecting weak tricabuts from bullies..."

The eyes of Bougainvillea waver at the words of the masked woman.

"I think it was a shame that the love didn't materialize. The people who told me what a dirty, dirty man you were doing for the elves, I'll set up a tight moxibustion. Whatever, I can do it right away, in public, in honor of your accomplishments. Yeah, you should have done that from the start! I'm so busy... No, that's an excuse. It's been all about me lately, and I didn't even care about you guys. Forgive me."

The voice of the masked woman was a nostalgia for Bougainvillea.

Once upon a time, when I fought with my age and made him cry, this man came and told me this.

For the elves who lost their parents in the war, this man is a mother, a teacher and a subject to protect.

"Then let's find a new love. Yeah. Yeah, for example, how about a symbiosis? of the same assassination unit. He was still single, wasn't he? Well, maybe I don't rely a bit from you, but he's not a bad guy, either, and why don't you take a look at him that way? If it was, I'd help, too, right? Hmm?"

That's what the masked woman says, slowly approaching.

Trying to take away the blade of that hand if there is a gap so as not to irritate it.

But the words were sincere. He was worried about Bougainvillea everywhere.

……

Bougainvillea noticed.

Now I'm pointing a blade at someone who should never point a blade at me.

"So, hey, please. Can you give me that dagger?

And the masked woman, softly, touched Bougainvillea's cheek.

On that gentle note, Bougainvillea lost his power.

Karan and the dagger fell.

"Ohhh, Ohh..."

Such words leaked, along with enormous tears and snot.

Thus, one incident and love came to an end.

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That evening, the masked woman was in one of the rooms in the Lycaon Palace, relaxing the fruit liquor.

……

It's daytime that she thinks back.

Today, one of the guests called for the wedding was about to be poisoned.

Though it was done with an attempt, if it were dead, the wedding could have been cancelled.

Or there could have been a war between the beast and the elves.

"Totally......"

The bad guy, the masked woman, was also a good acquaintance.

Bougainvillea.

She's known me well since I was a little girl.

Well, the masked woman remembers the name, face and birth of most of the elves.

She was a bad person, but the persuasion and plea of the masked woman seemed unlikely to bring her to an extreme sentence.

You'll be punished accordingly, but there's no choice.

What the masked woman recalls more than that is the language of the hunted down Bougainvillea.

Honestly, it worked for a masked woman.

My chest still hurts.

"Trikabuto, why is he such a hottie...?

Drinking chills and booze while leaking such a voyage.

It's a sloppy outfit with no shards of colour, wrapped around her abdomen from the top of her bedding and sat tight in her chair.

"Hmm?"

and the door to the room was knocked.

Concon and to the modest sound, the masked woman raises her voice as it is.

"Who? It's open.

"It's me. Sorry I'm late at night."

It was the voice of a man.

That, too, is a man I know.

The masked woman stuck to the door at a speed she had only ever put out to count even on the battlefield, suppressing the door knob she was able to write around.

"Oh? Doesn't seem to be open?

"Sorry, I locked it earlier. Yeah. I need you to hang out there for a second. Open it right away."

"Yes."

From there the masked woman was quick.

Take off the bedclothes and tummy rolls you love to use at super high speeds and shoot them in your own bag.

I changed into a room outfit that was prepared for guests, slightly diluted, and my underwear seemed transparent. No, this is a little embarrassing, I snapped, took the cardigan out of my bag, and wove this.

See what you look like in your appearance and make sure you're not embarrassed and sexy. Nod good, sit back in the chair you were sitting in earlier, and grab a glass of fruit liquor.

"Hey, all right, you can come in, okay?

"Oh, the key...?

"Open"

There were signs of bitter laughter from across the door, but I don't know why the masked woman.

Anyway, this is the first time a man outside my family has asked me this at night, and I've been tempered.

"Excuse me."

"Oh, you come here a lot... you did?

The woman in the mask, for a moment, gets stuck in words.

From the voice, the person beyond the door had consideration.

In fact, it was the person who came into the room.

But the face was covered with a mask that imitated the woman's face.

"You, what's that mask? Are you kidding me?

"Dear Thundersonia, won't you remove your mask even in your own room?

"Wow, idiot! Shh! Now I'm the masked Virgin Orlandiaca. Thundersonia's not here!

"Why are you doing that again..."

"No, if you find out I'm here, you're gonna make the Trikabuto guy care, right? Changing seats, making private rooms for guests a good room... but I'm too busy getting ready for the wedding to bother you."

"I see."

The masked man nodded bitterly.

Sandersonia originally wore a mask during the war. It's a mask that amplifies your own magic.

So it's more natural to wear a mask other than your own.

I don't think anyone dressed up where she put on a mask like that.

It's just a heavy town, because you're a great guy, and if you say you don't want me to call you Thundersonia, everyone just follows it.

"You're the one. What's that mask?"

"I'm for a similar reason. Now I was like Errol the Messenger of Love and Peace...... aside from that, you were brilliant today. I watched him in the shadows."

"Well, it's not the end of the line. What if I don't wipe my ass?"

"They're rehabilitating the world like that everywhere."

"The war is over, and there's too many people inside to end it."

The woman in the mask...... Though Thundersonia said that made her snort rough with Hung.

I traveled from the wrinkle forest and to this day, have been looking for good men everywhere.

We first went to the country of Humans, from there we moved to the country of the elves, both of which ended up empty-handed.

Anyway, since the end of the war, the elves seem to be doing bad everywhere.

In particular, the dispute between Prince Kabutgik, who is seen as the king of the period, and Prince Azmagik (anti-Kabutgik), who plots to take the throne from that kabuto, was intense, extending not only to the country, but also to how many allies can be made outside the country.

Sandersonia had arbitrated them every time she saw them, but as a result, it became rumoured that Sandersonia was courteously surrounding countries and judging the evil that had left their country.

I'm just looking for someone to marry.

"So, Lord Errol, the Messenger of Love and Peace, what can I do for you? I can't help it if they make weird rumors about hiding my face at night like this and asking me about my maiden's bedroom? Rumor has spread, you will be driven around by the Elf's intelligence department and forced to take the blame for that mask being stripped off, for making rumors."

If you take off your mask and name your real name, and take responsibility for it, the overnight meeting is an invitation to Ok.

I think every night is ok as well as this evening.

It's too far away to pass on.

"... you did. Indeed, in such a night's time, there were insufficient considerations, such as visiting the bedroom of the pure maiden Virgin Auranthiaka. We will exit as soon as we are ready."

"Ah... well. Yeah... do that..."

I can't even pull the words I said, and Sandersonia got smaller with Sung.

She said, "Are you sure you want to take responsibility?" I was expecting a man to approach me.

There is no such thing as a well-informed person playing overnight with Elf's heavy-duty Thundersonian.

"There's something I'd like to keep in your ear."

"What?

"The example people still seem to be moving"

Sandersonia glanced at the words.

"Really?

"You may have already broken into this country."

"What happens to the wedding? Shouldn't we let him call it off?

"What more than not knowing what to aim for... it just seems the Queen is going to decide"

"That's what the king would say. I feel good. He's... So, what do I do?

"For one thing, right now, we're just informing and alerting people who seem to be able to move."

"... well. Appreciate the information. Let's be careful...... is that all?

"That's all."

"Is that really all?

"That's all."

"Right..."

Thundersonia's brain spins at superfast speeds.

This man, Errol, messenger of love and peace.

Sandersonia knows that he is a single man.

I also know that the face hidden beneath that mask is a beautiful man, about his character, his glorious accomplishments on the battlefield, and so much more.

Not a bad opponent.

"Well, congratulations on the wedding. That's what I want you to do! Yeah! We'll move behind you and help you!

"Right."

"Sometimes, you don't have that kind of floating story? Hmm? You know, if you get married or something, you're too congratful and the world's gonna be so excited, right? If there doesn't seem to be an opponent, yes, for example…"

"I'm fucking a woman."

Said in a delicious way, Thundersonia shut up.

I was also hesitant to ask who the woman was.

Because if I ask, I might take irreparable damage.

"Well... if there is one, it's fine. Yeah."

"Now it's time for you to excuse me"

"Oh, yeah. All right. Sorry I stopped..."

"Yes, Thunder... no, take care of yourself, Master Auranthiaka"

"Of course I did. I'm Sandersonia, the Elf's Grand Magic. Be careful. enough."

Errol gratefully tries to leave the room.

Sandersonia drops it off with the thought of her hair pulling back, but wonders if she'll pull it off.

And so Errol stopped.

"Oh, yeah"

"Hey, what!?

"'Oak Hero' was coming to this town"

"The bash?

"You must have come to celebrate the princess's marriage."

"Ho, ho..."

Thundersonia was upset when asked abruptly about the oak hero.

But if you think about it, it's not so strange that Bash comes here.

Given the friendship between Oak and Beast, this wedding is a great opportunity.

"To the perfect outfit, a cautious attitude...... he didn't even seem to drink to avoid losing himself. You must have a good understanding of what you think of yourself from the Beast royalty. No other oak can get that far."

"I guess. Even when he came to propose to me, he was dressed as an elf. Of course, I said no! Absolutely!"

Originally, there would be no such thing as bowing your head to the family of the opponent Oak killed on the battlefield.

It's a race called Orcs who mock you when you kill them too.

But a bash would make you lower that if it was for the pride and honor of the clan, it was a light thing such as your own head.

Of course, Bash's actions are slightly different from apologies.

Dress in other people's outfits, represent yourself in a formal setting, and congratulate them with dignity.

It poses that the orcs respect other races and are friendly.

"Most likely, the Beast royalty doesn't seem as intelligent as he is, and whilst I was out of my seat, he cursed and kicked out the Hero Hall so hard... if so, I should have attached it"

"What... is the Beast royalty stupid? I know how you feel, but you can't do it, that's... Mostly, they have too much grudge. The war is over, and we're all trying to get along, but you shouldn't just be hostile to Orcs. Kids or those guys."

"You're right... but if you had been killed in The Wrinkle Nightmare, I think the elves would have done the same thing."

"Uh... well, we're just Yancha kids, too"

Errol chuckled.

It was funny that Sandersonia called a centuries-old elf a child.

"I hope Lord Hero doesn't resent it and think about revenge..."

"No... I don't think he'd think of that. Yeah. You went to the next town as Kellogg even after I shook you. Not if it's another oak."

"I hope so... I'm also concerned about the trend of the 'example people'. Don't be alarmed, Master Sandersonia."

"Naturally. Do I have to be cautious?"

"Ha, that was an unwanted favor. Bye."

When Errol thanked him again, he left the room.

Thundersonia, who remained in the room, drank up the fruit liquor gooey enough to burst onto the table.

I'm concerned about the trend of The Examples, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't care about Bash.

but what shocked me more than that was something else.

"Ha-ha-ha."

Sandersonia sighed loudly and whined in a small voice that no one would hear as she burst into ambush.

"He's the same guy, so that's about the other guy..."

Sandersonia sighed heavily in the emptiness several times since the journey began.