The Legion of Wrath
My daughter was born. While the fact that I had a daughter was shocking enough, the fact that she was an Orc was the most baffling part of all. The reason was simple: there were no female Orcs. Well, that wasn't entirely true. They did exist, but only with an abysmal probability, and their faces and bodies were, to put it bluntly, hideous. But Lancelot was different. Honestly, if you ignored her green skin, she was so stunningly beautiful that you could easily mistake her for a Green Elf.
I left Gremory in charge of introducing Lancelot and gathered my subordinates for an emergency meeting.
"Is she pretty?"
"...Enough to make me a little jealous."
"Her body is definitely toned. ...More so than mine."
With her solid abs and defined muscles across her entire frame, she looked like a trainer who balanced PT sessions with daily yoga. If I had a trainer like that, I’d be tempted to sign up for daily sessions. Even if she was my daughter. Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't feel any lust toward her, just as I didn't toward Meari or Harpyia, but her appearance and physique were so exceptional that it felt like a waste to let anyone else have her. But this time, with Lancelot, it felt a bit extreme.
"Won't there be trouble with Lancelot around? In terms of tribal lineage, she’s basically the youngest aunt to the others."
"Master, you're an Orc yourself—you know better than anyone."
"I’m a freak among Orcs, so I don't know anything."
For nearly a year, I had been bullied by the tribe as a "fat, dying loser," and until I grew strong alongside Tural, I was practically invisible. Our tribe had always been a bit... unique.
"It’ll be fine, right? Surely there aren't any crazy bastards who would dare touch their aunt?"
"You really are worried sick about your daughter, aren't you?"
"You guys are always by my side, but Lancelot has to travel with the other kids."
"...If you put it that way, I have nothing to say."
Was it really the right choice to keep Lancelot with the other Orcs? But according to my grand plan, Lancelot had to eventually serve as a Captain of a ten-man unit. Besides, her grade went all the way up to ★★★.
"Wouldn't it be better to ask her directly?"
"About how she feels living among all those men? Eila, how were you raised when you were training as a knight?"
"...I received one-on-one training from the head of my family's knight order."
"Ah. Right, you did. My bad."
Eila's knighthood and titles were essentially the product of the high-priced private tutoring typical of the upper crust. I often forget it when I see her climbing on top of me at dawn, craving my essence and trying to secure her reincarnation, but Eila was the eldest daughter of a Count and once the fiancée of a prince. She was mine now, though.
"Then I'll just have to ask her myself. Let's head over to Gremory's Dungeon to check on the tribe."
I led my subordinates through a portal directly to Gremory's Dungeon. Arthur and his brothers were guiding their youngest sister, Lancelot, introducing her to the hunters and adventurers. Lancelot possessed such an otherworldly beauty that even the women were gasping in awe. If she hadn't been a green-skinned Orc, she would have surely bewitched countless men.
I called Lancelot over to ask for her opinion.
"You'll be living with the Orcs from now on. Will you be okay?"
"What kind of problem would there be?"
Lancelot raised her fist and beamed brightly.
"If anyone tries anything, I'll show them exactly what happens!"
"That's the spirit. If anyone lays a bad hand on you, break their stick immediately. Meari, you help Lancelot out, okay?"
"Yes! Hehehe."
Meari hummed a tune and approached Lancelot. Even if they had different mothers, they were all the same brothers and sisters in the end.
"Lancelot? That sounds like a boy's name. Papa, can you keep calling me Lancelot?"
"Then what should I call you if not by your name?"
"How about Charlotte, with love?"
"I refuse, Meari."
Lancelot cut her off flatly. She scolded her with a laugh.
"My name was given to me by my father, the master of the dungeon. It is a significant discourtesy to change it on a whim."
"......My little sister is quite prickly, isn't she?"
"My apologies. I don't particularly like people who use their heads too much."
Lancelot raised her arm. Veins popped out across her entire arm, and her bicep bulged with rock-hard muscle as she flaunted her strength.
"Isn't strength everything for an Orc?"
"I'm human, though."
"If we were born from Father, we're all Orcs. Aren't we the existence of the Orc tribe?"
"That's not quite it."
I spoke clearly to break Lancelot's typical Orcish belligerence.
"Our tribe is the Las tribe, overflowing with love between its members."
"......What is that? A green wolf? Or a white feather? What does Las mean? It's not in my knowledge."
"It means the Black Crow tribe."
Since it was Andras's Las, it wasn't technically wrong. But Lancelot shook her head and flexed her muscles even more.
"Father! This is no time for that. If you give me permission, I'll build some equipment. Even now, our muscle mass is being lost."
"I haven't worked out in a while. It seems a workout demon has possessed you."
It seems that because I hadn't done the 'balding training method' for three years, the side effects had manifested in my sperm. While I was happy that Lancelot cared about physical conditioning, actual combat was more important right now.
"There's no time to grind squats. We need to go grind some humans instead."
"Ah! I see. I made a mistake. A war with humans will be great training, too. My thinking was short-sighted."
It seemed the belligerence of the youngest Orc born to Lily and me was far greater than all the other siblings combined. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but her tendency to look down on mages needed some correction.
"Lancelot, I have an order for you."
"Give me your command! What is it?!"
"From today, you are to follow Meari and assist her."
"......Excuse me?"
Lancelot's expression twisted in shock and horror. Meari smiled as if she had caught a big fish and linked her arm with Lancelot's. Her toned bicep sank deep between Meari's large breasts.
"This Papa is also a spellcaster. A battle-mage. As punishment for looking down on mages, you will serve by a mage's side. You'll double as a squad leader."
"......Hing."
"That won't work. Acting cute is useless."
"...Then I will pay for my sins with my performance on the battlefield."
"If you did something wrong, you should apologize to the person you offended, not try to pay for it with something else. Apologize to Meari and Gremory."
At my reprimand, Lancelot bowed politely to the two mage-priests.
"...I apologize for insulting you mages."
"It's nothing. It happens."
Meari patted Lancelot's back, urging her to stand up. Gremory shrugged, looking completely unbothered.
"Actually, I think mage-hatred is just the default for Orcs. They rely on their magic resistance and treat their bodies like trash, right? Brainless muscle-heads who think fighting face-to-face in close quarters is the pinnacle of honor."
Gremory's perception was the generally accepted image of Orcs. Those who worship the honor of battle. That was the image of our tribe back when we were in Forneus's dungeon.
"Right. In that sense, this expedition is quite significant."
Would the 2nd and 3rd generation Orcs born from my seed be war-crazed maniacs who demanded victory or death, or would they be sex-crazed maniacs who demanded Las or death?
"Arthur. I'll give you ten minutes. Lead all the Orcs and have them line up by squad. Squad leaders in front, the rest of the squad in two rows behind them."
"...Understood!"
Arthur led his brothers and rushed off. Lancelot, who had just joined, quickly followed Arthur to help organize the squad members. I checked the personnel count with Gremory.
"Numbers?"
"90."
"Are there about 20 left over? Doesn't matter. We can organize them into a separate detachment for Ryo and Eila."
10 per person. The numbers worked out perfectly. 90 regular Orc soldiers, 7 squad leaders consisting of Arthur and his brothers, 1 Elf, 1 Princess Knight, and 1 fat Orc commander. We planned to conquer a city with exactly 100 people, and if things went well, the entire barony.
* * *
At that time, in the Virgo Barony.
"We've received word from the Blue Lion Guild. They're demanding to know why their members haven't returned yet, and they're asking if this was a fraudulent contract that misrepresented the danger level..."
Crash!
A ceramic cup hit the wall and shattered. Baron Virgo, who had thrown the cup, was red to his earlobes, huffing and puffing.
"Why are they blaming us just because they're weak! What? Fraudulent contract? Tell them to stop talking nonsense!"
"Baron, please, maintain your dignity..."
"Dignity isn't the problem here! A bunch of lowly mercenaries dared to look down on a noble of the kingdom! It wouldn't be enough to punish them for the crime of insulting a noble!"
"......"
The butler didn't respond to the Baron's hysteria. Of all days, it had to be today. The Blue Lion Guild, which had sent 40 members only to have them go completely silent, began to put serious pressure on the Virgo Barony. *The Baron is trying to cover up the existence of a dungeon! The Baron is actually a traitor to humanity colluding with the Demon King's army!*
"Ugh, to think I'm in this state just because of some rumors..."
Baron Virgo pulled at his hair and slumped into his seat. Things had started going wrong the moment a single slash-and-burn village was torched, and now there were even rumors that he was a pawn of the Demon King. "Butler, that monster that washed down the river last time—is it still not eating anything?"
"Yes. It hasn't eaten for days, surviving only on water. I thought it might be picky about food, but it seems it just isn't eating at all."
"......Why did a monster stronger than a knight have to appear in our territory? *Sigh.*"
The barony had captured a monster that looked like a horse but had four strange humps on its back, leaving the Baron no choice but to acknowledge the existence of the dungeon. The monster was slightly weaker than the strongest knight in the territory. The Baron had no choice but to reach a conclusion: there was a dungeon in his territory. A monster dungeon near the Elf Forest.
"......But this could be an opportunity."
He could earn honor as a noble contributing to the Human Alliance. The Baron gave an order to his butler.
"We will organize a subjugation force. Please submit an official request to the guilds. Announce that the barony is recruiting heroes and adventurers for a dungeon subjugation."
Turning a crisis into an opportunity. Baron Virgo was already dreaming of looting the dungeon.
* * *
About 30 minutes later.
I stood on a platform made of temporary planks. Even though the Orc troops were born a day apart, they were thorough in their war preparations, true to their racial traits. Each of them stood in formation, equipped with their assigned weapons and gear.
"Ahem. *Cough.* *Hmph.*"
I cleared my throat and shouted toward the front.
"La———————s!!!"
My roaring shout filled the cavern. The Orcs flinched and ducked, and I shouted again at the 97 Orcs.
"La———-s!!!"
A bit quieter this time. The Orc subordinates still hadn't caught on to my intent. I had no choice but to use the help of rhythm and beat.
Stomp-stomp-clap. Stomp-stomp-clap.
Two stomps, one clap. With a beat that sounded like the Queen's rock spirit, the Orcs slowly began to follow my actions, and the atmosphere began to heat up. And I shouted in time with the clap.
Stomp stomp Las! Stomp stomp Las!
Arthur, quick on the uptake, echoed my call. Then, all the Orcs began to shout Las and stomp their feet even harder. The footwork, which had started with different beats, gradually synchronized into one, and before long, my subordinates were chanting Las in a single rhythm. And the moment the atmosphere peaked, I stopped.
The subordinates stopped their movements and waited for my words. As expected, they were all somewhat sharp.
"Listen well, you little Orcs born of Las."
All the Orcs looked at me. I scanned them one by one, checking their condition. They all had sculpted faces and sturdy builds, and there wasn't a single obese Orc among them. Even among the Orcs born from my seed, I was the only one who was obese. But obesity wasn't a problem.
"You were born from me, and now you will go to war to prove the reason for your birth and your strength. If you are afraid, you may run. Being alive is victory in itself. But if a brother is in danger of dying, have the courage to risk your life to help them."
I had no talent for speeches. So, I appealed to my subordinates with sincerity.
"Our beginning may be nothing more than this small dungeon, but our end will be as the masters of a new Demon Castle that commands the entire world! You are the cornerstone for me to usurp the Demon King's seat and take it for myself! So, do not die!"
I caught my breath and shouted to everyone.
"Our Legion of Wrath will conquer the world! And I, someday!"
Hoping the System, Estu, and Solomon were listening.
"I will definitely take the Demon Castle, the Demon King's seat, and I will take the Demon King! Las———!!!"
"""""Lassssss!!"""""
The Legion of Wrath. Our spears shall always be angry, and our blood shall always boil. Everything for Las.