I'm not that kind of orc

"Orcs are never slaves!!!"

I yelled and smashed the window, rushed out of this horrible secret room among countless shining fragments, and then rushed along the corridor without daring to look back.

30

"Roland!" I pushed open the door of the dean's office with a bang.

Roland, who was putting his legs on the table and leaning on the chair to read the books, was taken aback. He hurriedly adjusted his sitting posture, and at the same time hid the book in his hand under the table.

"It turned out to be you. You have to knock first when entering someone else's room. Don't you even have this bit of etiquette, Bullock?" After seeing that it was me, she breathed a sigh of relief, then took out the book again and started to read , "I am reading a wonderful place."

"I have something to report to you. There is a teacher in this college who is very problematic." I shouted excitedly.

"Don't make such a loud noise in other people's offices." She said without looking up, "Which teacher are you talking about?"

"The one who taught swordsmanship...that..." I was so excited that I couldn't pronounce the guy's name for a moment.

"Miriya?" Roland turned a page leisurely.

"Yes, that's her!"

"What's up with her?"

"That guy is a super pervert!" I clapped my hands on the table.

"Oh? How perverted?" She raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes still fixed on the pages of the book.

"More perverted than you!"

"Your way of comparing is very hurtful." Roland finally raised his head from the page with a wry smile. "I have always been known as a decent and elegant student among the students. How could I be a pervert?"

"Do you dare to say it again to the book in your hand?" I pointed at the book in her hand and complained loudly.

"Oh? Do you have any comments on this book?" She also picked up the book and shook it.

"It's a big opinion, okay! Why do you have to read restricted-rated picture books at work! Don't shake it and put it away, this cover is very eye-catching!"

That's right, what this guy has been flipping through just now is a restricted picture book, so he panicked when someone broke in.

"Forget it, since you have such a big opinion, let's not read it, let's get back to business." She finally closed the book and put it aside, "Then tell me, why do you say that the idol of many students in Central College, the unparalleled swordsmanship wizard , the flower of Gaoling who is known for being glamorous, is Saidian's war hero Miriah Knight a pervert?"

Who is this guy talking about?

Well, I have to admit I thought so before that happened.

But now that I have experienced that kind of shock, I can hardly connect the female elf with the above impressions.

"That guy, just now deliberately locked me in a room with her—"

"Then it seemed like a different person suddenly, forcing you to do something like this to her, right?" Roland continued.

I was stunned with my mouth open.

"Miriya, that guy really did it." She smiled slightly.

"You...have you known?" It took me a while to realize, "Her nature..."

"Yeah, as you can see, Miriah is a masochist with a strong interest in orcs. She's had that tendency since my school days with her, and by the time we joined the army When she was on the battlefield, this tendency had completely evolved into a pathological obsession with orcs. When the Alliance was marching northward, she would rush there alone whenever she heard that there were orc troops, and she couldn’t stop them. It’s a pity. At that time, there were almost no orcs in the Demon King's army, and she never got what she wanted, and it is said that she finally bumped into her and caught her twice on purpose, but she was released."

That's natural. When these female elves went to the battlefield, it was already at the end of the war when the Demon King's army was in decline. Most of the orcs were either independent or had been wiped out.

"Anyway, I still have to congratulate you on stepping onto the adult ladder, Brock." Roland smiled and clapped his hands at me.

"Step on a hair! My chastity is still good!" I clapped my hands on the table.

31

"Hey, you escaped from that guy's clutches, it's not easy." Roland laughed.

"Don't take my disaster as a comedy! You know that guy's nature, why didn't you tell me earlier? You just watched this kind of thing happen?" I stared at her, "Didn't you say that you sincerely hope that the two clans will reconcile? "

"I don't like to hear that, do you think I really didn't do anything?" Facing my questioning, she seemed very calm, "First of all, you ask yourself, even if I told you in advance to teach swordsmanship Miriah is a masochist who desperately desires to be abused by orcs, would you believe it?"

"Hmm..." I was speechless.

Indeed, if I think about it carefully, even if she told me so in advance, I probably wouldn’t believe it, and no matter how big the gap between the elf female knight’s appearance and her inner self is, the inherent impression of these long-eared elves in my heart is that Decent and persistent to the point of rigidity, no matter how exaggerated I am, I'm afraid I can't imagine it to that extent.

"And, you have to know, after learning that the proposal to enroll the orcs was approved, Miria came to me several times, saying that for the safety of all the teachers and students in the school, she should be the one with the highest level of fighting in the entire academy." Keep an eye on you for hours to avoid dangerous incidents."

"Her existence itself is a dangerous event!"

...though only for me.

Being forced to spend the whole day with that guy... just imagining it makes me shiver.

"And she kept asking me for the operation crystal with the highest authority on your collar, but I refused. Since you think these things I do don't matter, then I'll take it and give it to her." She gestured I'm about to get up.

"Don't, don't, you have something to say! I was wrong, so don't give it to her!" I hurriedly stopped Roland.

With my toes, I can imagine what kind of order that guy will give when he gets the crystal that can force me to do anything.

"I said, why are you so resistant, you refuse to eat the meat that is brought to your mouth? Anyway, she won't tell you what you did." She laughed all over her face.

"I just don't want to eat poisonous meat! And if someone bumps into me, I won't be able to explain it clearly. What's more, that kind of behavior is very sacred in our concept, and only people who love each other can do it."

"The orc tribe is so moral?" She covered her mouth in surprise.

"It's been said that we respect tradition and are conservative, okay?"

"Then, I have some unfortunate news for you who respect tradition and are very conservative. Miriah's situation is not an exception."

"How is this possible?" I wondered.

"Come on, take a look at this first." Roland stood up, moved to the bookshelf embedded in the wall in the room, and chanted a spell on the bookshelf.

This section of the wall spun half a circle with a bang, revealing another bookshelf at the back.

"This is my collection." She introduced it to me proudly.

I was dumbfounded.

Just a glance is enough to understand that the entire bookshelf is full of restricted works, so it can be seen that the ones she showed me or browsed in front of me were just the tip of the iceberg.

"By the way, all of them are about orcs," she added.

"You pervert, why show me these?" It took me a long time to react.

"It's too much to say that I'm a pervert. Compared to what Miria said, I'm more moral." She raised her eyebrows and laughed.

You are all perverted contemporaries, let alone the second elder brother...

"Okay, then let me ask again, why are you showing me these?"

"Let me ask you, Bullock, there are so many works of this kind that are released in this country, do you think it's just for the political purpose of discrediting the image of orcs?"

"Hmm..." I was lost in thought.

I didn't take this into consideration.

"To put it bluntly, it's mainly because of the market that these things can be released in so many quantities." Roland said the answer.

"Is there a market?"

"Yes, it is true that this kind of works may indeed have been born for the purpose of discrediting you at the beginning, but in the long history, they have gradually been accepted and developed by the people. There is a large audience." She looked at me, "In other words, there are many elves who are interested in orcs."

I was dumbfounded.

"In fact, when you were enrolled, several student associations sent applications, hoping that I would allow orcs to join them." Roland went to the table again, and found a few application forms from the stacked documents.

"An elf invited me to join the club?" I couldn't believe it.

"They are the Torture Club, the Rope Art Club, the Alien Club, and the Art Club."

"Hey, all of this sounds out of the ordinary except for the last one!"

"Do you think the art club is normal?" Roland's expression seemed to have heard a joke, "The comic department under the art club of Central Academy is a very famous club in the industry."

"What industry?"

"This kind." Roland picked up the pornographic picture book she put aside just now and shook it at me, "They are famous for their limited-edition picture books about orcs, and the books they release at the exhibition every year are the current hot spots. This is the work they plan to participate in this year's exhibition."

"Did they invite me to join the club to..." I felt my cheeks twitch.

"Be a model, the kind that takes off your clothes." Roland gloated. "After all, in the past, they could only use the biological illustrated book as a model. Now that there is a physical model, they will always want to find inspiration from it."

"..." The shocking facts one after another made my brain go blank.

"Then you have finally fully understood your situation here, right? For you, it's not just those elves who keep you at arm's length that are troublesome." Roland approached with a smile and breathed Ruolan in my ear, "Take care, Brock, once again I wish you a good time in your college life."

32

In the evening, I sat in the woods behind the dormitory, holding my head, worrying alone.

I feel so tired and want to go home...

Homesickness came to mind for the first time.

No, it seems that it is not very accurate to say that I am homesick. After all, it has only been a few days since I became a prisoner here.

It should be said that he retreated.

Alas, Brock, Brock, you are really ashamed, has your determination wavered in the past few days?

But... who would have thought that things would be so difficult?

If you think about it now, since you came to this country, it seems that you haven't seen a few normal elves, right?

"Oh..." I lowered my head in a sigh.

I can't even count the number of times I've sighed.

At this moment the logs in the fire in front of me crackled.

At the same time, a barbeque aroma that evokes the index finger rushes to the face.

Ah, it's finally baked!

I cheered up a little, reached out and grabbed the iron fork on which the whole roasted pig was skewered on the fire, turned it over, and examined it carefully.

Well, yes, the inside is baked too.

Looking at the grilled meat, which was just in time for fire and fragrant, a smile crept up the corner of his mouth unconsciously.