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Chapter 156 : Chapter 156

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Chapter 156: The Leader and the Half-wit (2)

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What did a human cub matter?

Other animals bore young, too.

The leader had no reason to hesitate.

If anything, the human cub’s existence only heightened the leader’s excitement.

Whether he cut down the tree first, or the humans above fell first, it gave him the certainty that this was a fight he had already won.

CRASH—!

The louder the screams grew, the faster the leader’s hands moved as he chopped at the tree.

Once the tree began to tilt, the screams started turning into sobs.

Perhaps it had decided there was no longer any point in holding on, or perhaps it no longer had enough strength to endure, but the larger human’s body began to slide farther and farther down.

The human cub began clinging to its mother.

It seemed to want to save its mother somehow.

Seeing it makes such meaningless resistance.

For a moment, as the leader watched the two of them, his eyes met the cub’s.

Those two eyes, filled with resentment and fear, were pleading with him.

Please do not take its mother away.

But the leader had no particular thoughts about it.

Who listened to the pleas of prey in the first place?

Besides, there was no reason to grant the request of something like a human.

Humans were all liars and disgusting bastards anyway.

Was it not because of humans that they had ended up hiding and living in a burrow like that?

Because those bastards had not given what they promised, and so......, but what was it they had not given?

He faltered for a moment at the gap in logic, but the hesitation did not last very long.

Anger filled that empty gap instead.

At any rate, humans were bastards who could die and it would not matter.

When the leader began chopping at the tree again, the human cub also clung tightly to its mother once more.

It would be better off running away with that time.

Even as he thought mother and cub alike were utterly stupid, a part of him understood them too.

Well, if a parent died, the cub left behind usually died too.

It would have to save its parents if it wanted to survive.

Thinking of it simply, the leader continued doing his work.

It was around the time he thought one more blow would bring the tree down.

The leader’s arm, which he had raised high to swing the final blow, hesitated.

It was not because sympathy that had never existed had suddenly welled up inside him.

It was a slightly more realistic problem than that.

The leader lowered his arm, raised his head, and drew in the scent in the air as deeply as he could.

An unfamiliar scent was drawing close.

A scent similar to the humans up in the tree, yet different, was rushing in, mixed with the smell of beasts.

Humans.

It was not one or two.

There had to be at least dozens.

The leader was an experienced hunter.

Nor was he stupid enough to put himself in a situation where he had to face dozens of humans just to catch the two in front of him.

The leader abandoned the two humans and withdrew just like that.

“Kkwek, you’re lucky.”

As the leader moved away with that irritated mutter, a relieved sigh came from above.

That irritated him even more, but there was nothing he could do.

His condition already was not good.

If he was wounded and remained in poor condition for days, other bastards might come charging at him to take his place.

Then there would be no point in doing this at all.

The leader turned away without lingering attachment.

And before long, his judgment proved correct.

By the time he reached the small box where humans lived, more than ten humans appeared amid a loud clatter of hooves.

As the leader came out of the human house, he pondered for a moment.

Because the thought flashed through his mind that if the larger human and its cub said they had been attacked by orcs, that group might barge into the burrow.

Before that happened, he needed to decide whether to lead the bastards inside the burrow and strike the humans first, or hide.

Deciding to observe the situation, the leader hid behind the box and watched what the humans did.

The humans leading their horses toward the box seemed to hear the screams of the two humans coming from up in the tree, and stopped advancing before gathering beneath the tree.

Before long, the two humans climbed down from the nearly collapsed tree and safely set foot on the ground.

The leader watched as the larger human, looking as if she might stop breathing at any moment, kept pointing at the box where she had lived.

So they really do intend to invade the burrow.

The leader was about to turn around to prepare for the coming battle, since there was nothing more to think about.

That was when he saw one human, who looked the scrawniest among the humans who had arrived late, wave the others aside and step forward.

It was a strange sight.

Judging by the way the rest of the humans split to both sides at a single gesture from the smallest and weakest-looking human, that scrawny individual seemed to hold the highest rank among the dozen-plus humans.

Does it have something superior to the other humans?

The leader narrowed his eyes and examined the scrawny human, but the only differences between that small individual and the other humans were that its body was excessively small, and the scraps of cloth draped over that body looked a little longer and softer.

Do humans rise higher in the hierarchy the smaller they are?

Thinking that if so, it was truly ridiculous, the leader watched them a little longer.

The scrawny human jabbered something and waved its hand.

What is that bastard saying?

Perhaps its voice was as small as its body, but the leader could not understand exactly what the bastard was saying, so he narrowed his eyes.

......Huh?

...ill him?

......Kill him?

Unable to understand whether he had heard correctly, the leader blinked.

The larger human who had fled the cabin suddenly threw herself flat on the ground.

Then she began rubbing both hands together toward the scrawny human.

At the sight of the human suddenly turning into something like a fly, the leader tilted his head.

What the larger human’s action meant was soon revealed.

One of the humans who had appeared on horseback stepped forward.

Then he drew his sword and thrust it straight into the chest of the human lying flat on the ground.

What?

Flustered by the situation that unfolded in an instant, the leader stretched his neck forward.

But he had not seen wrong.

A sword was embedded in the larger human’s chest.

The larger human, unable even to scream, collapsed onto the ground.

A moment later, the small human’s scream rang through the forest.

***

The leader could not understand the situation, so he could not take his eyes off the humans.

What is this? Why did they suddenly start killing each other?

Everything was incomprehensible.

More than anything, what he could not understand most was the human cub’s next action.

The human cub did not run away this time either.

The stupid thing shook its mother’s body, as if it could not believe what had happened.

Without realizing it, the leader clenched his hand and shouted inwardly.

You idiot, you should at least run away.

Or beg the remaining bastards to spare you.

Like your parent did.

But the human cub only whimpered and struggled to roll over the curled-up human corpse.

Perhaps the limp, strengthless corpse was hard to roll over, because the human cub’s hands kept fumbling uselessly.

In the end, the cub gave up on turning the corpse’s body and moved toward the dead human’s face.

The cub’s small hands carefully lifted the fallen human’s head.

The leader stared blankly as the human cub wrapped its arms around the corpse’s head.

Surely it did not fail to understand that it was only a corpse.

Death, especially the death of something that had been alive and moving only moments ago, was not something one could ignore simply because one wanted to.

But as if none of that mattered, no, as if that only made it more desperate, the human cub hugged the dead thing’s head even tighter.

The human cub was crying.

As if that would bring the dead back to life.

The leader could not take his eyes off that sight.

He did not know why.

There was nothing new about a human cub crying, but he simply could not.

And when he noticed the scrawny human raise a hand again and issue some order, one of his feet shot forward before he knew it.

Startled by himself, he came back to his senses and drew his body back. Then he saw the cub belatedly bow its head to the ground and beg for its life.

The moment he thought that somehow made him feel even worse, the scrawny human urged the sword-bearing human once more.

And the small human, as expected, met its death by the sharp sword.

The leader quietly watched the two humans lying helplessly on the ground, then soon left.

Nothing would change for the dead humans just because he kept watching them.

Before he turned away, he saw the human body with only half of it left through the hole pierced in the box.

Things he had not seen before entered his eyes as well.

For example, the shabby wooden stick clutched tightly in the remaining corpse’s hand, which had clearly been used as a weapon.

At that moment, a realization brushed through the leader’s mind.

It was not that his subordinates’ hunting skills had been so poor that they had left the human cub alone.

The half-left human’s resistance had simply been too fierce.

Whether that had been to draw their attention away from the other humans, or whether she had truly had the reckless thought that she could face two orcs alone, he would never know.

But he had a feeling it was probably the former.

Leaving the strange feeling behind, the leader walked toward the island.

***

Contrary to the leader’s worries, the humans did not invade the island.

After ordering the group not to lower their guard, the leader sat in his place and sank into thought.

Since it was not something he was very used to, even the leader himself was not aware that he was thinking.

It was just that he could not forget the sight of the human cub.

The sight of it hugging the dead human’s head tightly.

The leader was familiar with death.

The prey his subordinates brought in every day also met death.

He himself had chased those humans in order to kill them.

So there should have been nothing new at all about the deaths of those two.

But he did not know what had gone wrong, and it grated on his nerves more than the days when his body had been in poor condition.

This time, it was worse because he did not know the reason.

At this rate, his head was about to run a fever.

......Is it actually running a fever?

As the leader grew heated over a problem with no answer, he suddenly came back to his senses at the hot energy he felt.

“Kkwek!!”

Looking around, the leader was startled by the black energy that had already begun creeping in and filling the surroundings, and he sprang to his feet.

It was not his head that was hot.

It was the ground.

It was the omen of a new orc being born.

The other orcs who had noticed the change were gathering around as well.

Damn it, I didn’t even notice something like this?

The birth of a new orc also meant another target to be wary of had increased.

The leader, who had been reacting sensitively to the appearance of new orcs lately, found it absurd that his surroundings had grown this distracting because of mere humans.

Yes, they were deaths he would forget by tomorrow anyway.

He was only needlessly bothered because he thought the humans might invade.

Forcing the stray thoughts out of his head, the leader focused on the black shape that was slowly beginning to take form.

Settling the hierarchy with a newly made orc was also the leader’s role.

Among them, there were some bastards who charged at him without knowing their place as soon as they were born.

The leader quietly watched as the black thing, which had been growing in size, clumped together and made arms, legs, and a head.

At last, the black energy scattered like mist clearing, and one green orc revealed itself.

It was an ordinary orc, neither very large nor very small.

His first impression was that it would not be a major threat for now, but the leader did not let his guard down.

If something suddenly charged at him, small or large, it was dangerous all the same.

The leader waited for the born orc to open its eyes.

Before long, the newly born thing finally lifted its eyelids slowly.

At that moment, the leader was swept up in a strange feeling.

It was not that the thing seemed threatening, or that it looked strong, or anything like that.

No, rather, rather...... did it not look a little dim-witted?

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