The Transmigrated Novelist

The moment he returned, Roy immediately entered his own throne tent, where Gisella, Gidella, a few other members of his Harem, Bran, and Bog were waiting for him.

At first, they all congratulated him on the amazing battle, and win, as they had been able to take down their enemy who was in larger number with only some minor injured Warriors.

Bran, Bog, and a few others had already witnessed once his strategic, and practical plans, but even they had to accept that they hadn't thought things would go this way.

At that moment, in their eyes, Roy was like some kind of God who was able to control and determine the outcome of the battlefield on his own.

As if that wasn't enough, he had made even the enemy general bow his head in front of him, and ask to serve him from that moment on.

These were feats that they had never witnessed before, so how could they be cheap with their comments and plaudits.

Roy heard all the savory, and unnecessary comments with a straight face and a pinch of salt to be honest.

It wasn't that he doubted their feelings or their thoughts, it was just that this was still far, far from being something noteworthy in his eyes.

His opponent, his enemy, was that powerful and gigantic Illyrian Empire. In comparison to that, this camp, and this battle were like a small family skirmish and nothing else.

Furthermore, he was strong indeed, as even as a Rank 2 Warrior he could hold his own against a Rank 3 Warrior, but he was still extremely weak.

He knew that in the Illyrian Empire there were existences that were close to Rank 9 both as Warriors and Mages.

At this moment the strength he had was just like comparing a small bacterium with the big and powerful lion of the forest.

The lion wouldn't be able to notice him, but at the same time wouldn't even care about him in the least, as it was an existence that wouldn't be able to cause him harm.

So how could he be proud of something meaningless like this? Certainly, it was a great feat, but he couldn't allow this to get inside his head, and make him feel like he was something he wasn't.

With those thoughts in his mind, while he didn't stop them, he didn't pay them much attention either. What he was more interested in at that moment was the report of the aftermath.

So, when he felt that it had been enough of foolery, and praise, he called with a serious voice,

"Gisella, Gidella, give me a detailed report of the aftermath!"

"Yes, Master!"

Immediately after the two ladies started reporting everything with utmost accuracy, and without daring to hide even one matter.

Their win had been overwhelming besides 5 or 6 warriors injured due to their own carelessness with small, and minor injuries, the rest was completely fine.

They had managed to capture everyone from the enemy camp, including Young Master Peers, the two daughters of the tribe Head of the enemy forces, and even other barbarian women, soldiers, warriors.

The traps on the western part of the camp had been damaged around 70 to 80% but they had also proven to be of great help as they had not only impeded the enemy's march but also taken down quite a few.

They were intending on partying and celebrating their win tonight, and then start working on fixing them the next day.

Hearing the report, Roy seemed to be in deep thoughts for a moment, as he then said,

"Very well, tonight we shall be celebrating and partying our win. There will be no absence of food, and beverage, we shall enjoy ourselves."

The moment those words sounded through the throne tent, everyone once again started cheering in happiness, and joy.

After such a big battle for them, it was more than reasonable to have a big party celebration by the fire and wash their tiredness away.

As everyone was preparing to leave though, Gisella's voice sounded through the throne tent,

"Master, in fact, there is something else we need to report as well!"

Roy was a bit confused, at that moment, but he still kept his composure and asked,

"What!?"

"All the women we have captured, and a few from our camp want to participate in a "War Dance" and have a try at gaining your attention, in order to enter the Harem Palace."

It was only now that Roy was able to remember about this tradition or culture of the barbarian tribes.

In case of a battle win, the captured women from the enemy side, and other ladies from the camp, could prescribe to perform the 'War Dance' ritual in front of him, to attract his attention.

Most of the women brought to war weren't there by their wish, but forced to come, as most of them were even kidnapped from their tribes on the path of the army.

So, this 'War Dance' ritual was a way for them to cut off any possible lingering attachment to their past, and try to attract the attention of the tribe Head, in order to have a more comfy and better life.

And since they were celebrating a win, other women from the camp could try that too, as it was a great opportunity for them to embrace a thick thigh.

After Roy's amazing performance in winning the war, and taking into consideration all the changes and improvements he had brought to his tribe, there were a lot of women trying to attract his attention.

At the moment, Roy's Harem Palace wasn't lacking in beauties, as he had already more than 20 women ready to service him at any moment, besides the main 10.

The treatment that these ladies were receiving was way different from the treatment that other women in the camp were receiving, so it wasn't a big surprise that many of them wanted to enter the Harem Palace.

As for Roy, he would never refuse a beauty, or someone capable to attract his attention to enter his Harem Palace. He was always looking forward to experiencing some new delicacies.

Thinking like that, he looked at Gisella's face for a moment, and then said with a smile,

"Very well then, inform the tribe that I will personally participate in the celebrations and will witness the 'War Dance' prepared for me!"

The moment those words sounded through the throne tent, everyone started cheering, even more, especially the warriors that were waiting outside the tent.

It was general knowledge that after a victorious battle, the warriors would be rewarded for their efforts in the battle, according to their achievements.

Gidella had already prepared the list with the names of the biggest achievers, and their achievements in the battle.

Another tradition or culture of the barbarian tribes was that the rewards were given always after the 'War Dance'.

For that reason, the situation was a bit tense when Gisella mentioned the 'War Dance'. Since Roy was a white devil he might decide to not participate in their traditions and cultures.

While that wouldn't make them rebel against him, it would certainly make them feel worried, and disturbed, as they would have to forego their roots.

It was one thing if it happened slowly without noticing, and something completely different if it happened abruptly.

Even though these barbarians had decided to follow behind Roy from now on, they still would like to keep a bit of their identity, and roots for as long as they could.

Furthermore, everyone participating in the battle was excited and waiting for their rewards, if they didn't get them tonight, then their morale would surely take a hit.

Roy understood all these matters himself, as he had the memories of that nerd old Roy, who had read so much about these barbarians.

Not to mention that there was no loss for him in all this matter, he was going out there to celebrate, party, and select a few more beauties for himself.

It was like going to the market with a wallet full of money when he was a kid. Not only could he go look around, but he could also buy whatever delicacy, and sweet that he wished.

In no time the whole tribe was put to work, and the gloomy atmosphere of the morning had turned into a warm, happy, and joyous atmosphere for the whole tribe.

There was a big fire pit in the middle of the camp, in the direction of the throne tent that Roy rested, was erected a big throne-like seat, where Roy was seating with two beauties by his sides.

Gisella, and Gidella, mother and daughter duo, had taken their positions beside him, one arm for each, the right arm was Gisella, while the left arm was Gidella.

That showed their position in the Harem Palace, but as well as in the tribe. After all this time, now everyone knew that if Roy wasn't around these two women would take his position.

But this wasn't some formal ceremony, it was a celebration, so both of them had joyous faces, as they had trapped Roy's arms between their melons, and his hands between their thighs, feeding him fruits.

Both of them were true beauties, with amazing curves, and shapes, which would make almost every man explode in jealousy, but remembering who the man they were serving was, no one dared to be.

As a matter of fact, none of them even dared to look at them, in fear that they might incur Roy's anger, and wrath.

On the other hand, Roy was enjoying the supple bodies of the two women, while waiting for the 'War Dance' participants to start their dance.

But he had to say that he was a bit surprised by the line-up…