I'm not that kind of orc

By the way, why does her action feel a little familiar?

"By the way, how are you going to deal with this incident, regarding Alsena?" I straightened my expression.

"This..." Roland came back to his senses, and replied calmly, "School rules, deduction of grades and scholarships, forced to participate in voluntary labor on campus, all gone."

"That's it?" I was a little surprised.

"Yes, that's it. Judging from the results, this incident came to an end before it had serious consequences. The injured teacher also expressed that he would not pursue it, except..." She paused, "...dead A unicorn."

I didn't speak.

Killing a unicorn is a felony enough to rise to an international issue in elf law.

"But fortunately, although the death of the unicorn is inseparable from the disaster she caused, in general, she did not kill the unicorn. Then considering the level of trouble that has risen to international issues, it is still With her own attitude of admitting her mistakes, in the end the procuratorate temporarily withheld the prosecution against her, and did not bring it to the trial seat." Roland said calmly, "And regarding the origin of the sword that caused this series of incidents, this While doing some investigation, I found a strange thing. The kid himself explained that the sword was bought from an expedition team that knew dwarves."

"Well, that's what she told me at the time."

"However, we spent a day contacting the relevant organizations with spells, and the news we got was that the expedition team went out to sea with a sailing team three months ago, and they haven't returned yet. Get in touch with customers, let alone send goods."

"What?" I widened my eyes.

"That is to say, someone else pretended to be the expedition team and delivered the sword to her. I am afraid that this incident was manipulated by someone." Roland put the cup back on the coaster with a meaningful expression, "I I wrote everything in a letter and sent it to King Filiant. As the child's father and also as the king of Helgia, he should know better than us who is the most suspect. Leave it to him to check it out himself."

"Then Arsena...how is she herself?" I asked hesitantly.

"She blames herself." After a moment of silence, Roland replied.

"Is it……"

I'm not sentimental about Blanket's death.I just put myself in Alsena's shoes and think about it. The unicorn she rescued was so close to her, but died because of her fault. I don't think this incident will affect her at all. Influence.

"Life is dead and cannot be brought back to life. Self-blame is only meaningful to the living. The key is to see how many lessons she can learn from this incident." Roland looked down at the haloed tea in the cup, and suddenly Lifting her face, "Ah, speaking of which, she's leaving."

"Go?" I couldn't help being taken aback.

"She will be away for a while, have you forgotten? Her father called her back before." Roland said quietly, "Although such a incident happened here, the matter of succession to the throne cannot be delayed. of."

"when are we leaving?"

"tomorrow."

Epilogue: To the Future Queen (2)

I walked along the path in the forest, stepped over the layers of dead leaves, dry roots, and the ground turned gray, and the sides of the road were full of withered trees.

"Go and meet her, that child has been busy with the aftermath and returning home, she must have something to say to you before she leaves." Roland's voice was still in his ears, "She should also want you to see Look at her now."

When she said the last sentence, she smiled mysteriously.

Not sure what exactly that means.

Approaching the edge of the woods, I can finally see a few fresh trees.Restoration of the woods has already begun, with college staff digging up dead trees from the edges and planting new ones, using magic to boost growth.It will be a big project to restore the whole forest and it will take a long time.

I walked through the woods, and the first thing I saw was the dormitory like a palace.

Then, I noticed a small tombstone standing not far away, and a new piece of soil was filled behind the monument.

The tomb of the blanket.

Trees can be replanted, and new animals will appear in the new forests, but those who have passed away will not come back.

I walked to the tombstone, stared at it aimlessly for a while, and suddenly heard someone say to me behind me: "Mr. Brock..."

It was Arsena's voice.

I turned around naturally, ready to say hello.

But the moment my eyes touched the figure behind me, I froze in place, dumbfounded, and the words I was about to blurt out were stuck abruptly.

With the impact of the scene in front of me, my brain went blank, and I didn't move, just staring at the other person.

"That..." The other party looked a little embarrassed by me, and lowered his head shyly.

After a long while, I finally came back to my senses, and managed to squeeze out a voice from my throat: "Who are you?"

"Huh?" She raised her head in surprise, blinking her jewel-like eyes, "Yes, it's me, don't you recognize it?"

After reconfirming her voice, I had to admit in my heart that the girl in a dress that appeared in front of me was none other than Arsena.

Yes, she was wearing a long dress instead of her usual masculine attire, with gauze gloves of the same color as the dress, and jeweled pumps under the long train.

It wasn't just her clothes that changed.She has put on light makeup on her face, and her long hair has been sorted out. The loose long hair is combed softly, and a lock of side hair is carefully tied up, forming a small braid and hanging in front of her body.

The evening wind blew over her willow-like long hair and flowed over her long skirt. The folds on the skirt flowed on the flipped satin surface, rippling like the surface of a clear lake.She was facing the setting sun that was about to end, and the afterglow traced the outline of her figure like paint stained by a mane paintbrush, covering her figure with a faint halo, blurring the boundaries, and the golden red sunset glow almost Blending with the color of her dress.

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"I look like this... It shouldn't be... It shouldn't be strange, right?" She looked at me and asked cautiously.

I nodded.

"Then..." She continued to mutter, as if it took courage to utter every word, "Okay, does it look good?"

I nod again.

"Really, really?" Her eyes lit up for a moment, but then flickered uneasily, a bit like a vigilant cat, as if if I changed my words, she would turn around and run away.

I nodded like a pounding garlic.

I don't know much about how human or elf women dress.But just judging directly from my own aesthetics, she looks really good-looking now... It should be said that she is very beautiful, like a painting-I can only describe it like this for the time being, if the painting in front of me is not Without her, it will become empty.

"Great." The lines on her face softened, and she put her hands on her chest, as if her suspended heart had finally returned to its original position.

"This is the long skirt my mother... left behind in the past." She lowered her head, caressed the folds of the skirt, and rolled her eyes, "Yesterday, I asked the dean to send a long letter to my father, telling him He said that he saw his father sitting alone on the terrace of the palace for a long time. Evening. I didn’t realize what my father had been waiting for until I saw this dress. I want to have a good talk with my father. There are still many things I want to say that have not been finished in the letter, past and present .”

Then she raised her head, hesitated and said, "Tomorrow, I'm going to wear this dress to go back to China."

"Well, I heard that."

"Just leave for a short time." She suddenly smiled—I have to say that she is completely different now, every frown and smile has a unique attraction, people can't take their eyes off, "After the coming-of-age ceremony is over, I will return to you." Will be back again."

I just nodded slightly.

She cast her gaze behind me, and the moment her gaze touched the tombstone, her eyes dimmed.

"I ask them to allow me to bury it here." She walked to me softly and lowered her eyes to look at the tombstone. "My father, the king, told me this before. What the king needs is not only kindness, but also a kindness." With courage, the king cannot be cowardly, otherwise he will push the people to destruction... But I didn't understand." She paused, and every word she uttered was extremely heavy, "It was killed by my cowardice. "

"At least you finally stood up..." I tried clumsily to reassure, but even I felt powerless to say it.

She shook her head: "I was woken up by your scolding, so I finally took up arms and went to the battlefield to take responsibility for my crimes. But I woke up too late, only this fault, I will never be able to redeem it, I can only Carry it on... carry it all the time, and it will always remind me of how cowardly I was."

I really can't think of what to say now, comfort, blame, chat as if nothing had happened, I can't speak, and finally I can only choose to remain silent.

She was also silent, and after a long silence, she slowly opened her mouth: "Mr. Bullock, at that time..." She glanced towards the dormitory twice, "When you left with the tomahawk, I finally understood one thing. "

"what?"

"In the past, I heard about you, and I was overwhelmed by every deed of yours. I looked at you as a role model, and I dreamed that I could be like you... It turned out that it wasn't because I wanted to be a man—you said it Yes, that's just an escape." She turned her head, looked into the distance, and said calmly, "Unlike me, who is cowardly, you chose to move forward in front of difficulties, and simply did what you had to do I didn't realize until I watched you pick up the battle ax and leave. It turned out that I was just envious of your strength, your indomitable spirit, and your heart... as brave as a lion."

"I just do what I want..." I scratched my head, I was a little uncomfortable being so bluntly put on a high hat.

She shook her head and smiled: "That's enough, your words and deeds guided me. At that time, it was the back of you rushing to the battlefield with the battle ax that gave me the courage to pick up the sword and follow, even if it was only a little bit, I want to be closer to you...you let me see the direction of my way forward, thank you."

"Mr. Bullock..." She was still smiling, took a deep breath, turned to face me, her skirt was flowing, her eyes were smiling, but also with a blade-like determination, "I've made up my mind. "

At this moment, a strange majesty descended on her, and I suddenly held my breath, listening to her belated determination, every word she uttered seemed to flow into the wind that passed through here, and was carried far away :

"I will be queen of Helgia."

The next day, Arsena set off to return home, and there were many people seeing her off, so I didn't go to see her off.

The news that she became the first female crown prince in the history of Helgia as the eldest princess came ten days later.

Now, it's our orc's turn!

Some changes are always like a shower, which comes unexpectedly (1)

I had a dream.

An unremarkable dream, just a few fragments of the past whose order has been disrupted, a sparse and ordinary dream.

The first clip is the time when I got the title of first-class warrior and started to follow the long-respected chief. I sat by the campfire with several other warriors,

I heard the chief talk about the heroic deeds of the past. He is a kind and wise old shaman, and he is also a good narrator. Although I can’t remember what he said because it was a dream, it is the same as in reality. All the audience was attentive, the meat of the mountain beast was skewered and roasted beside the fire, and the earthen wine was hot in the urn on the fire.

The latter part is a somewhat chaotic battle, where we left the reservation due to drought and migrated to the valleys south of Wild Beasts, only to be constantly harassed by small elves.We built a series of strongholds and outposts at the mouth of the valley, and used bows, arrows and stone throws to drive back the elf troops who tried to approach the valley. Several comrades-in-arms raised their shields and formed a line of defense, facing the elf knight in helmet and silver mask charging forward with sword and shield, covering the evacuation of others.We frightened them with battle cries, which frightened a few cowards to stop, and then slammed the knights who were still rushing forward bravely with shields that were almost as big as door panels for them.In the chaos, I saw a comrade in arms was knocked down by an elf knight. Without hesitation, I rushed up and knocked away the female elf who raised her sword, and then yelled at her who fell more than ten steps away in a panic Throat, pick up the injured comrades and retreat...

The last clip that appeared was the earliest in the normal timeline among all the clips. It was learning to hunt with my sister when I was a child—it was said to be learning, but in fact, I just watched her ambush with a trap, and then killed the prey neatly.Sitting cross-legged on the grass in my early teens, I watched her use the bone blade to peel off the fur of her prey and carefully scrape off the fat.Staring intently at the inside of the hide, she told me in a nonchalant tone how to hold the knife.

Yes, I have a sister who is five years older than me. She used to be a talented and prosperous female warrior in the tribe. Although she is young, she is stable and mature, and she rarely changes her expression.At the age of 16, she stood out among the warriors of the tribe and had a team led by herself.Before she married other tribes, she has been my teacher, my earliest teacher, she taught me a lot of things, hunting, fighting, and various principles.

I woke up, sat up in bed, rubbed my face to wake myself up, then got out of bed and washed as usual, while thinking about what to do today.

In the days after Arsena's incident ended, I was idle in the dormitory with nothing to do.

Relying on my natural strong physique, as well as the treatment of the elf's secret medicine, the injury on my shoulder healed very quickly, and soon healed to the point where I could move.

In the past few days, due to the possibility of the wound cracking, I basically didn't dare to do too many activities. I just sat or lay down to recuperate, and my body almost grew mushrooms.

After the forest was destroyed, I couldn't even hunt. So now that my body has basically recovered, I can only rely on training homework and some simple physical work to kill excess energy and time.

Today... Or go to the open space behind and cut some trees nearby to get some firewood and wood.

Well, it's pretty good, anyway, those trees are dead, and they will be dug up sooner or later, and autumn has already begun, so we should prepare firewood for heating in winter in advance.

Um?winter?

As I put down the small file I used to sharpen the fangs, I was stunned by my own thoughts.

No, am I still planning to stay in this country for more than half a year?

I woke up with a start.

That's right, I'm here to protect the safety of my tribe and change the stereotypes between races! !

Dry!Living a strange life every day, and constantly being involved in troublesome things, even my mind is starting to go wrong...

When I realized this, I subconsciously rubbed the space between my brows and couldn't help but sigh.

Folks in the tribe, I don't know how things are going...

Just when I was thinking a lot, there was a knock on the door suddenly.