Orc Hero Story - Discovery Chronicles (Orc Eroica)-Chapter 19.2: Not a Proposal

‘Ere we go me Dwarvy boiz, let’s get ourselves some stubby poon!

The female Dwarf squinted, examining him from head to toe.

She then burst out in laughter before pointing towards the town’s entrance with her chin.

“…Alright, in you go then.”

“What?!”

One of the Elven guards shouted, surprised.

She was a beautiful woman.

Though slender, she had curves in all the right places – baby-making hips and a nice, perky butt.

Her traits were fine and delicate, and her frightened face made the Hero want to comfort her.

Bash could already imagine himself enveloping her in his arms from behind, burying his nose into her nape and running his fingers over her soft, supple skin.

Her blonde hair was tied up in a neat French braid, and the Orc could even pick up a faint flowery scent from where he stood.

It was a pity she was already taken, seeing how she wore a white flower on top of her head.

The moment she saw Bash, her face tightened as she took a couple of steps back, ready and on guard.

This Elf had probably previously fought against the Orcs, her past experience telling her to be careful.

“He’s an Orc! Are you really alright letting him in just like that?!”

“Eh… listen, I don’t give a damn whether he’s an Orc or not. I don’t make the rules, and unlike you folks, we don’t restrict entry into our country according to someone’s race. Everyone is welcome! …Unless you’re a wanted criminal. Hey, you, are you a criminal? You planning to break the law in Dwarf Country?”

In response to the Dwarf’s question, Bash shook his head.

“No.”

“Then that’s that! Come on in. You can look for your something as much as you like.”

“You…what… you don’t what kind of race…Orc are, do you…?”

The Elf said, fearfully shivering, to which the Dwarf replied with a laugh.

“I do know. I also know that Orcs aren’t interested in Dwarven women at all. Our guest here is looking at you, not me.”

“Wha – that…!”

The Elven soldier wrapped her arms around her body as she took another step backward.

Bash slowly peeled his eyes off her.

Indeed, this Elf was undeniably attractive.

It was inevitable that his eyes would wander, drawn in by her looks.

The Dwarven woman, on the other hand, looked like a boulder.

Nothing about her appealed to the Orc Hero’s gaze.

Hugging an individual like that would be more akin to a contest of strength than a tender caress.

On the battlefield, he’d be glad to have her as an opponent, but never would he ever want to bring her home as his wife.

“Listen up! Mister here just came from a town absolutely full of Elves he loves and wanted to enter Dwarf country. He’s searching for something important! Something so critical that it supersedes his desire for women! That’s how important it is!”

“Uh…well…hm….”

Bash couldn’t bring himself to correct his Faerie companion.

It was objectively undeniable that his goal was to hunt for women.

He had come to Dwarf Country because he knew for a fact that he could no longer find a wife in Siwanasi Forest.

But then news reached his ears that something similar to the circumstances of Elf Country was happening here.

And with the Elves, it was a marriage boom.

If so, he had to try his luck in Dwarf Country, but all the Dwarves he had seen until now were far from his liking.

However, Bash was a man of vast and extensive wisdom.

In what could be called an eternity of battles, he had often fought against Dwarves.

According to his experiences, he was positive that there were some good-looking women among these stubby folks, even by Orc standards.

While they might be far and few between and not be as alluring as the Humans or Elves, they existed.

Which is why he had to go, though he didn’t expect much from this visit.

“Alright, alright, hurry up and get on with it. I’m in the middle of something here.”

“I’ll do just that.”

Bash began walking past her as they concluded their conversation.

And that is when he got a good look at the individual whom the guard was holding on to earlier.

[Muu!]

She was gorgeous.

Her hair was red, as typical for a Dwarf, and her eyebrows thick and well defined, but her face was nothing like the woman next to her.

She had a beautifully delicate, curved nose and clear sky-blue eyes.

While she was curvy, and her limbs were graceful and slender, just like a Human’s…

She was taller than the average Dwarf, and her breasts were large and bountiful.

Bash was instantly starstruck.

[I never would have thought there could be a woman this lovely among the Dwarves!]

The Orc Hero stopped in his tracks.

He didn’t know what kind of “boom” was going on within Dwarf Country.

And if he had to be completely frank, he wasn’t anticipating much.

But if there were women as exquisite as this one, it was a different story.

Bash immediately turned his head, prepared to strike.

[Well then…when it was with the Elves, I believe I needed to…]

Bash jogged, or rather sprinted, his memory, trying his hardest to remember what he should do to seduce her.

In Human lands, he kept his body clean, acting masculine and mysterious.

In Elven lands, he flaunted his wealth through his purchase of a shiny golden necklace and proposed wearing traditional Elven attire.

Both attempts had failed, but the methods themselves weren’t wrong.

What about in Dwarven lands?

What was the culturally appropriate way to woo a Dwarven woman? What was the proper etiquette?

Ah, he should have asked Zell about this beforehand.

He hadn’t expected to discover such a beautiful woman so soon and had neglected to gather the necessary information.

When he thought about it, nothing particularly awful ever happened to him whenever he failed to adequately prepare intelligence-wise.

The same couldn’t be said for his now dead comrade, Donzoi.

In one of the battles in Do Banga’s Pit, he was lacking in intel, got lost on the battlefield, and never came back…

Not to mention what happened during the battle of Zarico Plains…

“You there! You’re a warrior, aren’t you? And a famous one at that!”

The girl desperately shouted as she looked towards Bash with pleading eyes.

“I am. What about it?”

Bash answered matter-of-factly.

Hearing his response, the girl’s face lit up in joy.

And then she said them.

Those faithful words that Bash had never even dared dream of.

A sentence that the Hero had always wanted to hear.

His mind lingered on every syllable as the girl spoke out in her pretty voice…

Yes, it was…

“Please, be my warrior!”

…a marriage proposal.

With this release, the first chapter of volume 3 is done.

I’m taking a well-deserved break to reset my brain after this mad translation rush, not to mention that I have exams coming soon as I’m finishing my summer semester. A week or two at most.

See you later friends, and stay healthy!