Chapter 146
Chapter 146
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 146
Chapter Title: Meeting (4)
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Even before stepping into the tent where Sin Seon-dong was waiting, no, ever since she had set out from her homeland toward the black mountain ridge where the gods had descended, Urga had been sketching mental images of the god's appearance while steeling herself for death.
'The orcs didn't write down what the god looks like... but it's probably something like them, right?'
And that made sense, because they were orcs.
Unlike her Gray Wolf tribe, where the strong claimed everything in a brutal survival of the fittest, proving their worth through their deeds, and where harsh conditions forged them inevitably into warriors,
the orcs were a race born solely for battle from the moment they drew breath.
So Urga thought.
The being worshipped as a god by such orcs must surely be far larger in stature, stronger, and terrifying in appearance—enough to strike fear into their hearts. Maybe tusks jutting up to its forehead like those of a steppe mammoth, or something along those lines.
In any case, she was heading off to offer herself to a god whose form she couldn't even imagine.
What would that god do with her once she offered herself?
Would it grab her roughly and gulp her down in one bite?
Or, deeming her precious virgin meat, would it rip off her arms on the first day and crunch them greedily, boil her legs on the second, and by the third day drop her into a vat of boiling oil?
Would she meet a gruesome end so brutal that being swallowed whole in one bite would be considered a luxury?
These random thoughts that had started swirling in her head from the frozen tundra only grew more tangled with each passing day. And as the distance between her and the black mountain ridge shrank, the horrific imaginings haunting her mind intensified.
Yet Urga never halted her steps toward the black mountain ridge.
On the contrary, she strode toward it with even greater resolve.
After all, she wasn't heading there to die for some crime. As the princess of the Gray Wolves, she was going to embrace an honorable death for the sake of her tribe's future.
That's why she had set out alone with her companion wolf—to prevent anyone from trying to stop her or inject needless hesitation.
But had she overthought it?
Arriving late at night at the hidden valley paradise in the black mountain ridge that the orcs had described, without rest day or night, without a single moment's pause, Urga entered the guest tent assigned by the orc chieftain and promptly passed out like a light switch flipping off.
She was a Master in her own right, even called the rival of the continent's sole Grand Master, Eleonora.
Physical fatigue from days of nonstop travel was nothing to her, but the ominous thoughts that had relentlessly plagued her mind since leaving home had worn her spirit down.
And so, without devising a single strategy for tomorrow—how to converse with the 'Nameless God' the orcs worshipped, how to secure her tribe's survival—she had even overslept.
She slept so deeply that even amid the surrounding clamor, she snored away until the orc chieftain himself shook her awake, at which point she bolted up in a panic.
'I'm screwed!!'
The survival of her tribe hung in the balance, yet instead of waiting patiently, she had kept this Nameless God waiting?!
'And why the hell is this god or whatever showing up at the crack of dawn?!'
Still, she couldn't openly curse the god,
so Urga vented her frustration by snapping fiercely at the orc chieftain who had come to wake her. But reality doesn't bend to wishes.
In the end, after hastily tidying her wild, tousled hair, Urga dashed toward the tent where the Nameless God was waiting.
And as she drew nearer to the tent the orc chieftain had mentioned, where the god awaited, Urga suddenly caught a familiar scent she felt she'd smelled somewhere before, and a panorama of memories flashed through her mind.
They called it a life-flashing-before-your-eyes moment, right?
From the day of her birth, when all the Gray Wolf warriors and tribesfolk called her name, to her first hunt where she felled a reindeer, meeting the wolf that scarred her left eye—now her irreplaceable partner—
raiding with her tribesfolk on wolfback only to get thoroughly thrashed by Eleonora, dancing a mad sword duel with Eleonora, slashing Eleonora's belly, and finally chasing after Eleonora as she slaughtered warriors like a blood-maddened bitch, and so on.
Her life had been filled with far too many encounters with that damned platinum-haired female knight, keeping her from the peaceful existence she craved—a life exhausting beyond measure. But that all ended today.
Once she stepped into that tent, her life would be over.
Even realizing her end was imminent, Urga felt surprisingly calm. Perhaps accepting it made her steps even lighter.
Whether she died screaming or not,
since death was inevitable, she would face it with the proud chest of a noble female warrior befitting the Gray Wolves—not like some cringing mutt.
This was her final duty as princess of the Gray Wolves, to her people.
In the end, though she hadn't lived the life she wanted, if sacrificing this one body could ensure her tribesfolk's survival, that was enough.
With her resolve fully steeled, Urga boldly entered the tent toward the Nameless God awaiting her beyond the flap.
'Even if it's to be swallowed in one bite, at least let me say my piece before—'
"Eh?!"
There was a man. Not the monster she'd imagined, but a black-haired man with proper features, sitting on a throne, lost in thought.
"Wha—what, st-stand, there."
"W-Wait?!"
This was unexpected!
She had been dead certain that the god worshipped by orcs would be larger and more ferocious than them, but what was this human man?
'Black hair like mine, those soulful eyes brimming with depth... a sleek jawline unlike our tribe's warriors, perfectly balanced muscles...!'
Short sporty haircut, skin tanned dark except where clothes covered, muscles honed just where needed from farm work.
Compared to the burly warriors of her Gray Wolf tribe, he might even seem frail—utterly ordinary, the kind of modern man you could see anywhere.
And yet...
"Hng...?!"
From the moment Urga laid eyes on him, her heart pounded wildly each time she took him in, her face flushing as she cautiously addressed him.
Th-that... Are you the Nameless... God...?!"
"..."
Anyone who knew her usual self would doubt their eyes at this puppy-like, timid version—or burst out laughing, clutching their bellies like the sow hiding behind the throne.
But Urga wasn't even aware of what had come out of her mouth.
'What on earth is he thinking so hard about?'
She was simply entranced, staring blankly at Sin Seon-dong as he rested his chin on the armrest, tilting his head in thought.
But that lasted only a moment. Remembering why she was here, Urga glared at Sin Seon-dong, who still hadn't spared her a glance.
How dare he ignore her after she spoke first!
Just because he was a god meant he could look down on people?!
'Wh-what's with looking down on me just 'cause he's handsome!?'
Her face burned just from looking at him, the glare softening from her eyes. Her naturally sharp gaze still looked like a glare, though.
In any case, to get things moving, she needed his attention.
Ignoring her still-burning cheeks, Urga cleared her throat loudly.
"Ahem! So you're really a god!"
"Huh?"
Just a casual 'Huh?', then back to deep thought. Her heart fluttered inexplicably, irritation mixing with fluster, so Urga shouted to snap him—and herself—out of it.
"I'm asking if you're really the Nameless God!!"
"For now, yeah?"
A gentle smile.
'Gahhh!!?'
She had no idea if this frail-looking man was truly a god, but if he was, she had committed the gravest rudeness—yet instead of anger, he smiled so kindly?!
"Th-th-th-this...!"
'Wh-what do I say?! I-I never imagined a handsome guy like this could be a god?!'
She hadn't been this flustered even clashing swords with Eleonora. And now, to be undone by this frail man who couldn't beat her tribe's kids—Urga, of all people!
Aware or not of her turmoil, Sin Seon-dong continued with a smile playing on his lips.
"Before we talk, mind telling me your name first, sis?"
"Name? M-more importantly, who're you calling your sis!?"
'Sis...! He called me sis!'
Sis—a word she'd heard plenty. Sure, she was a princess, but formalities meant little to steppe warriors; her tribe's men had called her that ad nauseam.
But from this frail man before her eyes, the black-haired one she suddenly wanted to pull into her arms and protect—sis?!
"Sis... Calling me sis...!"
Unaware her inner thoughts were spilling out, Urga pondered how to handle this bewildering man,
anxiously glancing at him, worried her earlier outburst had offended him.
But he smiled warmly,
unfazed by her rudeness.
'Ah...'
At Sin Seon-dong's tender smile, Urga closed her eyes and took a deep breath right there.
Before entering the tent, she had prepared words for the Nameless God: offering herself as tribute, a sacrifice, begging him to save her tribe in exchange for her life—
pathetic pleas like a groveling mutt, pride be damned.
Her tribe's future was at stake; she had to secure his grace with this body, no room for ego.
Humiliating or not, she would beg for his mercy.
But the moment their eyes met, all that vanished from her mind, replaced by a single thought.
'This man.'
And she admitted it.
"I am Urga, chieftain of the proud Gray Wolf tribe of the frozen wastes, daughter of the Gray Fang! Nameless God!! I've come to be your seedbed for the future of my tribe!!"
Urga, daughter of the Gray Fang of the Gray Wolves, had fallen for this man at first sight. Beyond tribute or sacrifice, she genuinely wanted to be his seedbed, to bear his children.