Twenty warrior Orcs surrounded their carriage, each one with menacing looks on their faces. It was as though they were barely restraining their urge to incite violence.
Daphne sat up straight and raised her hands into the air.
"Actually…" She smiled.
"These Orks are actually nicer than those I met."
Whoosh!
The shadows around them suddenly swirled and shifted. In the next second, multiple dark tendrils rose into the sky, blocking the Orks from the carriage.
Wise smirked.
'Looks like I won't have to lift a finger.'
Due to the circumstances surrounding her life, Daphne was already a warrior by the time he found her.
She was born in a war ridden town that eventually succumbed to the demon lord's army, because of this, battle was always her first option in a confrontation.
A thing of habit.
Daphne's gaze was so sharp that it could cut through iron. She locked her gaze on the closet Ork and the grip on his spear shook slightly.
"How dare you meet us with such hostility? Do you know who we are?"
The shadows represented her anger, twisting and coiling like an enraged serpent.
Outwardly, it looked like she was just upset due to their rudeness but in reality…
'You disturbed my nap!' Daphne fumed in her thoughts.
She had been so comfortable that she felt she could sleep the entire day and now they robbed her of the few minutes she had left.
"We represent—"
"You represent the dragon, we know." Came a voice from behind the crowd, interrupting hee.
The Orks moved to the side to allow the person through.
Wise who still hadn't said a single word watched as the person stepped forward, then a small smile appeared on his lips.
'It's her…'
The Ork had long wavy silver hair that shone softly under the moonlight.
She wore a tight fitting leather armour that cling to her body, accentuating her voluptuous figure and at her side of her lips, Wise could see a fang peeking out.
He nudged Daphne, signifying that he would take over and jumped down the carriage.
"Princess Alfie. I am Xenthos." He then proceeded to introduce the rest of them, leaving out the fact that they were all princesses.
The girls gave him a strange look, probably wondering why he used a fake name but knew better than to ask.
Wise smiled and bowed curtly. "We are representatives of Wise SkyFir—"
"Do you plan on blabbing all day?" Aofie asked, looking slightly irritated.
'Maybe I should just eat her?'
[No! You shall do no such thing!] The system screamed in his head.
Suddenly, a screen flashed in front of him.
[New Quest!]
[Obtain Five princesses and have them as your students!]
[Reward: Grand Castle]
[Princesses: 0/7]
[New Side Quest!]
[Convince Princess Aofie to join your side and journey to Skentic runes.]
[Reward: Skill Smoke Mirage]
[Failure: Temporary restriction of all abilities for a month]
Wise read the screen and felt a vein expand on his temple.
'More princesses?! You can't possibly be serious. When will this end? 100?'
[The more the better!]
Wise suddenly began to wonder where such a princess crazed system originated from when he felt someone nudge his shoulder.
It was Esme, a worried look on her face. "Are you alright?"
The screen suddenly disappeared. "Yes, why?"
"We are leaving…"
Ahead of him the Orks were leading the way to the village. The shadows Daphne had summoned had long been dispersed and they were all waiting for him.
He cleared his throat. "Let's go."
Most of the Ork warriors left, leaving only three guards and the princess.
'One for each I guess…'
It was already night time but the Ork village was still very much awake.
While the average human needed at least seven hours of sleep, Orks could thrive with just 4, so they often remained awake till late into the night.
Street vendors were shouting practiced verses to attract customers, street performers were doing their thing and workers who had toiled through the day sat in the bars chugging drink after drink as they sang along to a merry tune.
Wise felt exploring the city more. He had experienced a lot since coming to this world.
He had drank with fairies, chatted with beast people and even spent a night at a dark elf's place.
But Orks… this was the first time he was even seeing one.
And yet he could do nothing but follow the princess, he was on an official assignment after all.
They continued for sometime before arriving at a very large house, one that even dwarfed Wise's mansion.
Only then did Aofie stop and speak to them, or rather speak to Daphne. She barely gave the rest of them any attention.
Orks valued strength and since Daphne had been the only one that had confronted them, she naturally respected her more.
"This is her majesty, my mothers home. You are guests, but try not to do anything stupid."
'The queen's house?' Wise wondered.
"Shouldn't we find an inn and meet with her tomorrow?"
Aofie glared at him. "You will stay here today, you can also meet the queen today as well."
'Staying over in the queens house? When did the Orks become so welcoming?'
Dragons are highly respected beings not just because of their strength but because a single dragon was capable of burning down an entire city.
When someone like that makes a request of you, the best you could do was consider it.
But Wise would have never thought they would receive this level of hospitality.
There was a high chance they were plotting something but he decided to play along with it for now.
They all left the cold streets and went inside the house.
Aofie led them to the living room but just as they were about to step into the room, they heard a loud scream, followed by a loud bang.
Wise glanced at Aoife but she seemed unbothered by it.
The door swung open and two guards carried a man by his arms out of the room.
The man's face appears to be bashed in with a rather strong tool, his teeth were shattered, his head was bleeding and his hands hung limp at his sides.
Esme sucked in a sharp breath. "No…'
Daphne's gaze sharpened while Freya appeared visibly concerned.
They all watched as the man was carried out, leaving a trail of blood where he went.
"Welcome!" A voice came from within the room.
Standing in the living room with a large mace on her hand and a golden crown on her head was someone Wise assumed to be the Ork queen.
The woman smiled as he urged them into the room. "Come in, your coffee is going to get cold!"