Chapter 43.2
“I’m sure of it, even if I can’t look at your face.”
“Wow, you’re quite the ladies’ man, Orc.” The woman laughed this time. Then she put her hand to the cloth on her face. “Even with this ugly face hidden under the cloth?”
“Mm…”
What appeared under the mask was a face with ugly scars. Half of her face was covered with burns or something, and on top of that was a large sword wound. The only part of her face that was intact was near her left eye.
In fact, the ogre children groaned and shuddered at the sight of her face. The wound was that bad.
“It doesn’t matter, wounds are the pride of warriors.” He could have said that, maybe because of his recent seduction trip. If the first thing he had seen on his journey had been that burned and scarred face, he would have frowned. After all, the face was an important factor in finding a wife.
But Bash had seen all kinds of beautiful women on this journey. Starting with Judith, a human; to Thunder Sonia, an elf; Primera, a dwarf and Silviana, a beastwoman.
All of them had beautiful skin and no scars on their faces. But that was not the case with all the other beautiful women. For example, the elf women he saw in Siwanasi Forest had large scars on their faces. However, their beauty was not marred by their scars, and Bash did not hesitate to propose to them. That’s right, beauty had nothing to do with scars.
“Well… I’m glad to hear you say that, even after seeing this face.” The woman’s tone was indifferent, but her mouth was relaxed. “Anyway, what do orcs do with a beautiful woman in front of them? I’m sure you’ll try to throw me to the ground and r̲a̲pe̲ me, won’t you? Well, well, you’ve just come out of the muddy waters, aren’t you too lively?”