Chapter 73: Baccarel (1/2)
Violet Snow rolled her emotionless eyes at my inquiring gaze as if to say: nothing’s absolute in this world!
Having chased away Vick, the silver werewolf gave me a cold stare, ignoring the barrier formed by One-eye and the others, her face deadpan as if she was looking at a dead prey.
Don’t…don’t turn around…go on, just leave. Don’t keep looking at me…it’s not like I was the one who told him to bother you, I’m innocent…
Perhaps the heavens finally heard my prayer but right after that, she merely left after throwing me a bored look.
“Phew…”
She’s finally gone…those terrifying pupils of hers…scared me half to death.
As her furry back finally left my sight, the pounding in my heart finally calmed down
Just as I started celebrating, an earth shaking cry rang out from a distance across the battlefield , giving my poor little heart another scare. “Maaaassteeerr, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere, do you need No.5 to give you a check up…”
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Often in the heat of battle, this potato would mysteriously disappear only to show up after the battle ends. This time was no exception either, his ingratiating voice appeared as if right on cue, ready to take advantage of the situation.
Regarding his skiving, I had already given up all hope on it, with a resigned wave of my hand, I signalled for No.3 to give him a quick kick while getting him to take count of our losses.
“Call the half-orcs over.”
Upon receiving the command, One-eye left to summon the surviving half-orcs. After the battle, their numbers had dropped from 49 to 44, with basically all of them covered in injuries. Over half of them were still wielding the bone weaponry they scavenged in the middle of the battle.
Regarding this matter, One-eye was still utterly opposed to it. He immediately yelled at them: “Who allowed you to remain armed in front of the Master? Put down your weapons immediately, don’t forget your place!”
The half-orcs stared at the yelling imp quizzically. They weren’t able to understand the language of devils but judging from his angry posture, they were roughly able to infer his intentions. A number of them fumed at the indignation and nearly threatened to attack him; the fierce battle must’ve just forged an indomitable spirit in them. Thankfully, the more aggressive ones were immediately restrained by the their brethren.
I had to admit, their bravery and contributions this fight were the crucial factor leading to our success this battle. However, I still didn’t know why they were maintained such a ferocious warlike behavior, even to the point of risking their lives for me, their captor.
Even so, this didn’t mean that I was going to turn a blind eye to their prowess, in fact, I was planning to rely more on them from now on.
“That’s enough, One-eye.” I rebuked him neither too lightly nor too heavily before turning towards Violet Snow: “ Help me pass on this message, I’ll allow them to keep the weapons and from now on, they will form their own team. They will also be given priority for any newly crafted weapons.”
“All I need from them is this, be obedient. On my side, I won’t send them to their deaths unnecessarily. Fierce warriors like them are exactly what we need right now.”
However, before she could begin translating, a member of the half-orcs stood out and knelt before me, putting down his sword and shield as he did so. He was a burly fellow but this wasn’t an unusual sight among the half-orcs. “Master, thank you for your trust. This one is unworthy of such honor.”
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“Devil’s tongue…you actually know the language of devils?!”
Truth be told, before this half-orc spoke up, I had always felt that these demonic half-orcs were slightly lacking in the mental department.
Hold on…that silver furred werewolf spoke in the language of the devils as well…so they aren’t just a race of muscle heads…
“Yes Master, this one has studied the language of the devils in Abaddon.”
Even as he said this, he made sure to lower his head, his eyes never meeting mine in a show of reverence.
“This…this lordship…such a nostalgic way to refer to yourself…even though, it’s only been a while since his lordship left us…thinking back on it, it almost feels like a lot has changed since then…”
His use of “this one” stirred up my memories of Big 1, the imp who loved to use “this lordship”, the very same imp who in order to save me from Chipped Horn, ended up sacrificing his life.
In return for his loyalty, I abandoned him…even though it was him who told me to escape, that desolation wracking my heart couldn’t be erased so easily…
Naturally, this half-orc wasn’t aware of the reason for my sighing. “Master, this one doesn’t understand…”
“Oh right, do you have a name?”
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“This one’s name is Baccarel, Master.”
“Baccarel huh…” I sighed once more. “You’ve performed well in the previous battle. Who was the one leading the half-orcs?”
“This one was the commander, Master.”
“It’s you huh…” My lips cracked into a slight smile as I praised him: “From now on, I’ll allow you to refer to yourself as “this lordship”.”
“This, this lordship?”
“That’s right, that’s the honor that only you will be bestowed with.”
“This…this lordship is unworthy…” He trembled from excitement as he received his new title. It was the same excitement a person felt having accomplished a momentous feat after years of being in the background.