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Chapter 15
Her name is Rake, meaning the daughter of Rakan and Nike.
She currently holds the position of Chief of the Brown Rock Tribe.
Rakan is the name of the Loa of the plains worshipped by the Brown Rock Tribe, manifesting as a black wolf.
Her mother was a child abandoned on the plains by a Civilized Person; a kind tribesman who could not stand to see a child die took her in, and once she reached adulthood, Loa Rakan reportedly descended into her dreams and impregnated her.
Whether her mother's words were true, Rake displayed superhuman abilities from a young age and seized the position of Chief by challenging him as soon as she became an adult.
That is the background of Rake that I learned from Kanto and Paya.
She sounds like a protagonist from some epic hero legend.
It is so unrealistic that it is hard to believe it at face value.
[OK. Found a way to help you. No need to worry too much]
I sent a message to put the netkama at ease.
Rake's destination is the Blue Moss Tribe here. She is likely bringing the sacrifice, Not a Netkama, for me.
Regardless, everything is under my control. I just need to handle it correctly.
[Not a Netkama: Thank you so much]
[Not a Netkama: I will repay you greatly later]
[Forget about repayment, just participate in my project to make barbarians like me]
[Not a Netkama: ...I am currently being beaten by barbarians and held as a sacrifice?]
[Anyway, you are not dead, right?]
[Not a Netkama: How old were you on Earth? Is your speaking style always like this?]
Look at them getting cranky again.
This is why no one comes to their aid even when they've been captured.
And what is wrong with the way I talk? Isn't this typical for the internet?
In any case, I do not have time to indulge the netkama's complaints. I need to figure out a reason to release this guy.
The situation has changed. This is no longer a dangerous predicament, but one that simply requires the right response.
Therefore, I must not give any hint that I am a Loa.
The Holy Knights must not discover a Loa's existence at this point.
If a powerful Holy Knight who views barbarians as a threat were to target us, we would be completely helpless. I am still too weak and need to grow stronger.
It would be best to reveal myself to the world only after building a force capable of defeating a mid-level demon.
For now, I will order Kanto and Paya to stop Not a Netkama from reaching the altar.
- Rake is bringing a sacrifice. I have no use for such a sacrifice right now. Ensure they do not come anywhere near the altar.
"Oh! You can see that the Brown Rock Tribe is coming too? I understand! Once the tribe arrives, I will have the sacrifice locked up elsewhere!"
Kanto laughed heartily. This guy always seems so cheerful.
***
The Brown Rock Tribe arrived 13 days later.
Having nothing specific to do while waiting, I kept posting on the community to increase the barbarians' favorability.
[Ultra Sanz Crazy for Massacre Mode on a Moonlit Night: The barbarian girl exiled for opposing the tribe for my sake]
[Ultra Sanz Crazy for Massacre Mode on a Moonlit Night: The tribesmen are obsessed with the barbarian girl they exiled]
[Ultra Sanz Crazy for Massacre Mode on a Moonlit Night: The barbarian girl doesn't hide her talent at all]
[Ultra Sanz Crazy for Massacre Mode on a Moonlit Night: The Daddy Long Legs of a shaman genius barbarian girl]
[Ultra Sanz Crazy for Massacre Mode on a Moonlit Night: The girl waited as the catcher in the rye]
[Ultra Sanz Crazy for Massacre Mode on a Moonlit Night: An Omniscient Holy Knight's Perspective]
[Ultra Sanz Crazy for Massacre Mode on a Moonlit Night: On the subject of the exiled girl becoming the tribe's savior]
Looking back, I think I've created quite a story.
While the reaction wasn't as explosive as the first time, I still gained users who support me.
[Melee-type Spy: Next part quickly! At least show us the smut scenes!]
[I Trusted the Monkey Uncle: Wakyapyahuk haha LOL]
[Bramanda: Whether this story is fake or real doesn't matter. The plot is more interesting than Ninja Massacre. I'm already hooked. No, I'm barbarian-hooked.]
[Morning Tent Installation Knight: Your posts make me feel both happy and miserable. Reading them makes me forget reality, but once I'm finished, I'm thrown back into it. I'm laughing and crying at the same time.]
[Not a Netkama: hehe, it's really fun]
Ha, this Not a Netkama bastard. I told them to react without being obvious, but they're replying too half-heartedly.
I need to give them a warning.
"The tribe entrance is getting noisy. I'll go check it out."
Kanto welcomed the visitors who arrived at the Blue Moss Tribe, and the warriors of the Blue Moss Tribe bound and imprisoned the captured prisoner meant as a sacrifice, following Kanto's orders.
Should I ask how it's going?
[How is it?]
[Not a Netkama: My face is covered so I can't tell for sure, but I've been thrown somewhere.]
[Congrats congrats, you're definitely going to survive now]
[Not a Netkama: Did everything go well?]
[Yep, obviously. Now it's just a matter of time. You'll be locked up for a few more days, but I'll do my best to resolve it quickly.]
[Not a Netkama: T_T]
[Not a Netkama: I'm sorry I didn't tell you how to change your nickname back then. Actually, I didn't really know how. I've been a bit too harsh, haven't I?]
Why is she suddenly acting like this? It's creepy.
[Anyway, just get some sleep.]
Now I have to welcome the guests.
"Rake, daughter of Rakan and Nike, Chief of the Brown Rock Tribe."
"...Kanto, son of Find and Ulla, Chief of the Blue Moss Tribe."
"I am Paya, daughter of Find and Ulla, High Priestess of the Blue Moss Tribe."
"I am Muri, daughter of Dokin and Muta, High Priestess of the Brown Rock Tribe. Pleased to meet you, young ones."
I checked out the new faces.
The young woman with black hair tied in a ponytail is Rake.
She's the key figure and the chief of the newly joined tribe.
She's a sharp and haughty beauty who looks to be in her early to mid-twenties; as Kanto and Not a Netkama said, she's tall like a model and has animalistic yellow eyes.
She might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her appearance makes my ex-girlfriend look like an ape or a cuttlefish.
Maybe she's around 180 centimeters. Her small face and long limbs probably make her look even taller.
The aura and charisma she exudes are no joke, so she isn't intimidated by the massive Kanto standing right in front of her. If anything, she seems to overpower him.
Beside her is an old woman with snow-white hair wearing a shabby cloak. High Priestess Muri. She looks like a kind grandmother you'd encounter in the countryside.
More importantly, Rake... she's wearing Holy Knight armor. She stripped it off already. Not the whole set, just the pauldrons, cloak, and boots.
Her top and bottom are typical barbarian undergarments, leaving her pale skin exposed. Her well-defined abs are quite striking.
"Excuse me."
Rake, wearing the gear of the Holy Knight friend (probably Not a Netkama), walked past Kanto and approached me.
Ah, what should I say? I've never talked to a woman this beautiful before.
The moment I met her faintly glowing yellow eyes, I felt a strange sense of familiarity and comfort.
It's hard to describe because it's so instinctive, but perhaps it's a sense of kinship?
This woman might actually be a Loa hybrid.
"...My god. A real Loa. A Loa is right before my eyes. A real Loa."
Rake, her pupils dilated, murmured in a whisper. Her expression and voice were like she was in a dream.
Did she feel something just as I did?
Rake stepped toward me in an instant and gently stroked me.
I feel a warm, soft sensation. Wait, what? I can actually feel something?
I'm a totem right now!
While I was in a state of confusion, Kanto, who had been watching, shouted.
"Chief Rake! What on earth do you think you're doing!"
"I am Rake, daughter of Rakan and Nike, and Chief of the Brown Rock Tribe. This action isn't considered rude, is it?"
Rake answered without even glancing at Kanto.
- It is fine.
I answered by spinal reflex because it was so sudden. I was surprised by the physical contact after such a long time.
"You are the newly awakened Loa, Lord Mallak, correct?"
- I am.
"Lord Mallak is the only one who descended for our sake. The only one who truly loves us."
Rake, who had been slowly stroking my body—or rather, my totem—sat on the chair next to me.
It was the same chair Paya used to sit on when she cleaned my body.
"Th-that's... *hic*."
Paya hiccuped while trying to speak.
"I heard you haven't been awake on the surface for very long?"
- That is true.
"I also heard you lost most of your memories. That must have been painful. How long has it been since you awoke?"
- A few months.
"You must have struggled a lot. It would have been wonderful if you had come to my tribe."
- The Blue Moss Tribe is also a fine place.
"How considerate."
She's praising me so much it's actually scary.
Rake stood up from the chair and slowly knelt before me.
"I have waited for this moment alone. I belong to you. Now that I am here, please do not worry about anything."
Rake gave a bright smile.
[Rake has become a vassal.]
Huh?
[Name: Mallak]
- Available Blessings: Totem of Healing (Mid), Divine Descent
- Available Points: 240
- Vassals: Paya, Rake
- Enter Community
...What is with this woman? She's terrifying.