CH 11.2

Here’s part 2 of chapter 11.

“What are you looking at, greenie?”

“You trying to pick a fight with the Elfdom’s 31st Independent Division? How did you get in here anyways? You don’t look like a stray.”

“Hey, haven’t I seen you somewhere before?”

“Yeah I have this gut feeling that I’ve met this guy before… Not like I can tell the difference between these pigs anyways.”

“Maybe he’s a battalion commander or something? Nah, he’s not wearing the right armor though.”

Bash was somewhat confused by their change of attitude when it came to talking to him.

But it was rather typical of an Elven warrior, he thought.

That’s right – after all, this is what Elves should be like. They’re aggressive and xenophobic. It’s only right that they bite at other species when they meet them.

He had no recollection of what the Elfdom’s 31st Independent Division, but he guessed it was a group of hardened warriors that had fought during the war.

“Excuse me, I was just wondering about something.”

“What?”

“Why are three Elves competing over one Human?”

“…”

The three Elven women looked at each other, incredulous.

But after a few seconds, they stood up straight, their faces flushing from both rage and embarrassment, and stared holes into the poor confused Hero.

“You’re really trying to pick a fight with us, aren’t ‘cha…”

“You think we looks like a bunch of hyenas, huh? You think we’re scavengers, squabbling over scraps?”

“You looking to die today, Orc?”

Was there a crisis in the Land of Orcs?

Bash concentrated his hearing, anxiety gnawing away at his guts.

“What’s going on?”

“Listen to this! Listen to this! Right now, in the Elf Country…”

Trembling with excitement, the Faerie revealed what she had found out.

The shocking truth.

The answer to all his questions.

“It seems that interspecies marriage is booming!”

This was a piece of unbelievably good news.