Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Chapter 31. Ooooooooh! (1)

“Everyone, keep your wits about you and follow me. Anyone who makes a mistake dies.”

“Yes, sir!”

It was a patrol of the outskirts of Patrick's fiefdom.

The number of people on this patrol, meant to clear out the monsters around the fiefdom in advance, had gradually increased, and the scope of their search began to venture deeper.

“Young Master. Aren't we going in too deep?”

“It's fine. It's fine.”

“No, we don't know what kind of monsters will appear if we come this far.”

“Isn't that why we came?”

“Pardon?”

“Don't you think powerful monsters have to appear for you guys to get training, for us to collect byproducts and earn money, and to clear out the surrounding monsters?”

“What if we die?”

“How can guys who live by the sword be afraid of dying?”

“……”

At Patrick's nonchalant words, soldier A, no, Oliver, was momentarily at a loss for words.

‘What is this? For such a harsh remark, it sounds strangely correct, so I can't refute it.’

Because everything he said was right.

In fact, Patrick was enjoying all three effects with just this one patrol.

He was increasing the safety of the fiefdom's residents, providing practical training for the soldiers, and at the same time, accumulating byproducts by catching rare and strong monsters.

Since they had agreed to hand over the monster materials for money whenever the Red Merchant Guild visited, this was a very important act.

‘The only useful resource around here is monsters, so we have to catch them. Well, it's annoying that I have to step in for every little thing.’

Patrick sighed, glancing back at the soldiers following him.

They had improved quite a bit, but it was still not enough.

Sanson could probably beat the Brian of the past now, and there were a few other soldiers who could fight on par with Brian.

But from Patrick's perspective, Brian himself, who was at the 2-star level, was such a small fry that the soldiers' growth was bound to be unsatisfactory in his eyes.

‘It will take some time for the Heavenly Martial Body to grow and do its part, and it will also take time for these guys to do their part. Tsk, there's no one useful as immediate reinforcement.’

In the end, it meant that Patrick had to consistently lead the soldiers and patrol the area around the fiefdom like this for several years.

“Young Master. It's a Giant Bear.”

“Oh, Sanson! Take the guys and handle it.”

“Yes. Understood, Young Master.”

In the midst of this, a magical beast monster several times larger than a human appeared, and Patrick leisurely crossed his arms from behind and watched the soldiers confront the monster.

“Spread out! I'll take the front. Harass it from the left and right with spears to distract the beast!”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Over here, you monster!”

“Here, over here!”

Watching the soldiers fight quite bravely and systematically against a large magical beast they wouldn't have dared to face before….

“Right. Still, your skills have indeed improved. I mean, I taught you so kindly, so if you're human, your skills should improve. Yes. Of course.”

To Patrick's eyes, they were still lacking, but considering their former selves, it was a great improvement.

In fact, what fiefdom could handle a monster like a Giant Bear with only its soldiers?

Just looking at this was quite….

“Uwaaak!”

“Valdor!”

Patrick placed a hand on his forehead and shook his head from side to side.

‘I jinxed it by praising them. I just had to praise them….’

One of the soldiers was pushed back by the Giant Bear's attack and fell to the ground.

He couldn't get up, perhaps having twisted his ankle as he fell, and the other soldiers around him were desperately holding back the Giant Bear to save their fallen comrade.

“Youn… Young Master!”

“Young Master! Quickly! Quickly!”

“Uwaaaaaah!”

Watching the soldiers scream desperately, Patrick let out a sigh.

“Alright. I'm coming, I'm coming. You guys….”

The moment he was about to step forward and lightly slice off the Giant Bear's head….

“Uwoooooooh!”

A heavily built warrior in green clothes, holding a giant stone sword, burst out and slammed it straight into the Giant Bear.

-Krrrrng!

Patrick, who was about to rush forward, flinched.

The soldiers were also momentarily taken aback.

Regardless, the warrior who had suddenly jumped in fiercely swung the crude stone sword, as large as he was tall, and shouted.

“Frail humans, stand back!”

“Huh? Frail humans?”

Did he just talk to me?

Frail?

Me?

It was Patrick, whose thoughts had momentarily stopped at a word he had rarely heard in his life.

And after grasping the situation….

“Who does that bastard think he's talking to….”

The soldiers, who were already prepared, hurriedly blocked Patrick as he tried to charge forward with a delayed burst of anger.

“Young Master. Please calm down.”

“That's an Orc. An Orc!”

“We can't fight an Orc. It'll start a war!”

The soldiers were now quite accustomed to Patrick.

This demon couldn't be stopped once he had already exploded.

So, if it looked like he was about to explode, they had to cling to him in advance to stop him.

The soldiers' desperate clinging managed to stop Patrick for now.

For now.

“Orc or not, if he has no manners, he deserves a beating.”

“An Orc tribe has hundreds of members. Are you going to go to war with the entire tribe?”

“Hundreds? There are hundreds of guys like that?”

Patrick looked at the Orc who was fiercely pushing back the Giant Bear by himself.

He thought the Orc was wearing green clothes, but now he saw that its skin was just green.

Except for a single piece of old rag worn on its lower body, the Orc's muscles, revealed all over its body, pulsed with every movement.

Seeing that, Patrick raised the corner of his mouth and said.

“Looks like a good warm-up?”

“……”

This bastard is a lost cause.

It was nothing new, but the soldiers realized just how meaningless it was to try and persuade Patrick with words.

But while that was happening, the Orc warrior landed a powerful blow on the head of the Giant Bear he was confronting.

“Uwoooooooh!”

The powerfully swung giant stone sword dug halfway into the Giant Bear's thick waist.

It would be more accurate to say it crushed its way in rather than cut.

But regardless of the quality of the attack, for the one on the receiving end, it was undoubtedly a fatal wound leading to death.

-Krrrrrrrr….

The giant Giant Bear collapsed, foaming at the mouth with blood.

And the Orc stepped on the fallen Giant Bear with one foot, raised its weapon high, and then….

“Ooooooooh!”

He let out a roar, raising his voice high.

It was the victory roar, a custom unique to the Orcs.

Seeing that valiant figure, Patrick thought with a pleased smile.

‘What a load of crap.’

* * *

The Orc that defeated the Giant Bear approached where Patrick was and spoke.

“Are you alright, humans?”

“Not alright. This Orc… Mmmph.”

Patrick's mouth, as he was about to speak, was covered by the soldiers, and instead, Sanson stepped forward to deal with the Orc.

“We are fine. Thank you for your help, warrior of the Orcs.”

“It is natural for a warrior to help the frail.”

“Mmmph! Mmm-mmmph!”

Patrick was protesting by twisting his whole body, but the soldiers tried their best to ignore him.

The highest-ranking person in this group was undoubtedly Patrick.

But isn't there a right time and place for everything?

The world calls the Orcs a race of warriors.

They possess strong bodies and valiant spirits, and once they perceive someone as an enemy, there is no submission or surrender.

Once a fight started, they were the type who wouldn't be satisfied until one side was dead.

If they made an enemy of such Orcs….

‘No. The fiefdom is finished.’

‘We must stop him at all costs.’

Putting aside rank and status, the top priority was to firmly restrain the bomb that was Patrick Schneider.

And Sanson, who stepped forward as the representative, said.

“Ahem, if we have trespassed on your territory, I apologize. It was not intentional.”

“It is fine. We do not concern ourselves with frail beings.”

“Mmph! Mmm-mmmph!”

Aside from one person who was about to die from frustration, things were resolving smoothly.

Then, the Orc warrior spoke.

“But it would be best for you to leave. A great war will soon break out.”

“A war, you say?”

“That is right.We will wage war against the King Ogre that has invaded our tribe.”

“What did you just say? A King Ogre? Are you saying a King Ogre has appeared in this territory?”

To the shocked Sanson who asked back, the Orc warrior said.

“That is right. Therefore, you frail humans should withdraw from this area. You will get hurt.”

At those words, Sanson and the other soldiers all looked at each other, their faces pale.

“Good heavens, a King Ogre.”

“A King Ogre. A monster like that is coming here.”

“This is crazy. Dammit, just when things were getting better, why would such a monster… Aack!”

The soldier who was speaking mournfully screamed.

It was because Patrick had bitten his finger.

And Patrick, shaking off the soldiers piled on top of him all at once, said.

“You bastards! You should at least let me breathe.”

Oliver said to the complaining Patrick.

“No, Young Master. Isn't that not the problem right now?”

“Then what is the problem?”

“The King Ogre. A King Ogre has appeared.”

“So what?”

“…You don't know what a King Ogre is?”

“Of course, I don't. I'm only ten.”

At Patrick's words, the surrounding soldiers nodded their heads, thinking, ‘Now that you mention it.’

And Oliver sighed and explained.

“A King Ogre is….”

A King Ogre.

As the name suggests, it is a being called the king of Ogres.

Generally, Ogres always live alone, except when seeking a mate for reproduction.

Even living alone, it's not a problem due to the Ogre's nature of being able to easily tear apart four or five trolls.

But the story changes when an individual called a King Ogre appears.

The King Ogre, as its name implies, makes other Ogres its subordinates and reigns over them like a king.

As a result, a pack of Ogres is formed.

Each and every Ogre is already a powerful, large-sized monster.

Their danger level is that of a monster no less than the Saber Tiger Patrick had previously caught.

When such monsters begin to move in a pack, their destructive power becomes enormous.

A powerful mutant capable of changing the very food chain and structure of the nearby ecosystem.

That was the King Ogre.

Naturally, the appearance of such a King Ogre was something the Schneider fiefdom had to take seriously.

After hearing this entire explanation, Patrick spoke in a solemn voice.

“Soldier A, what you're saying is….”

“It's Oliver. Anyway, do you now understand the gravity of the situation?”

“So you're saying a very expensive monster has appeared near our fiefdom, is that it?”

“……”

Ah, what did I expect from this man?

All the soldiers turned their heads and shed tears, lamenting this hopeless situation.

Just then, the Orc warrior spoke.

“You there, frail and young human.”

“What is it, you ignorant and muscle-bound Orc.”

“First, thank you for the compliment.”

“……”

Indeed, the Orc warrior puffed out his chest and accepted it as if he were very grateful.

‘What are these guys?

I've never seen… no, I feel a sense of familiarity from somewhere.’

The Orc warrior said to the dumbfounded Patrick.

“You seem not to know because you are still young, but a King Ogre is not a being that frail humans like you can face.”

“Hoooh….”

“Our Red Rock Tribe is prepared for a decisive battle with the King Ogre. So you all should flee far away before that. You frail ones.”

“Ooooh…. So what you're saying is….”

The corner of Patrick's mouth twisted upwards.

At that sight, the soldiers flinched for a moment and stepped back, and Patrick took one step forward and said.

“You're saying you guys are strong so you'll fight, and frail humans like us should run away?”

“That is precisely it.”

“Hahaha. So that's what you meant.”

“Hahaha. So that's what… Kuweek!”

Thwack!

Before the Orc warrior could finish his sentence, Patrick's foot flew straight into the Orc warrior's face.

And looking at the fallen Orc warrior, Patrick said.

“You disrespectful bastard. Frail? Fraaaail!? You son of a bitch. Even the Ten Great Evils of the Unorthodox Alliance never spouted such nonsense in front of me! You bastard!”

And Patrick began to mercilessly stomp on the fallen and twitching Orc warrior.