Praise the Orc! Chapter 150-151

Chapter 150 – Evil Empire

The two sides confronted each other on the plains. The kingdom's and Alaste's flags danced in the wind. The king and the lord of Alaste headed towards each other on horseback.

“It is great to see you."

“It has been a while, Earl Alaste."

The king was a young man, the epitome of a noble with blonde hair and observant, blue eyes. Of course, he was more than a mere noble. He was the king who would soon stand at the top.

“It’s a good day. I will cleanly accept the result today. In the name of the gods."

"Yes. I will as well. I hope Your Highness keeps the words you said beforehand."

The king's eyes narrowed. Earl Alaste's expression didn't change. 

The king asked, "You seem to have confidence. How is Galadin?"

“He's as upright as always. Do you want to see him?"

"It's okay. It is enough to see you instead of that old man's face."

Both of them didn't avoid the other's eyes.

"…Okay."

The king's lips twisted before he smiled and said, “Once the sun comes up to the middle, the duel will start. I'll tell Adandator to control his strength in consideration for Galadin's old age."

“Thank you for your words. Just…"

“Just?”

"Galadin won't be fighting today."

“What?” The king gazed at the lord with a suspicious expression. “Then who will come out?"

“You will see when the sun rises to the middle."

"……"

The king's face twisted at the lord's relaxed attitude. He was dissatisfied with the lord's relaxed attitude and confused about the unknown warrior. He spat out in a rough voice, "Yes, I'll see soon."

They turned around and returned to their camps. Lord Alaste immediately sought out Crockta who was in a tent at the rear of the camp. His face was stiff with tension. However, he couldn't help smiling at the sight within the tent.

Crockta was lying on a bed and humming, while Vigo was sitting next to the bed and fanning Crockta.

“Are you cool?"

"Harder."

"Hiyah!"

“Do it properly. You will be responsible if my condition isn't good."

"No! Brother!"

“A knight should have a better wrist snap."

He didn't seem like a warrior who had the fate of the city on his shoulders. That made him seem more reliable. This was none other than Northern Conqueror Crockta. He would clearly be able to cope with Adandator.

Even Galadin acknowledged that Crockta was stronger than him. The lord decided to give up worrying. It had already left his hands. He had dealt the best hand he could.

"Vigo."

“Yes, Lord!”

"Fan him properly. The future of Alaste hangs on your fan."

“Cough! Yes!"

Tiyo and Anor came together and weren't worried at all. They were dozing in a corner of the tent. They had drunk alcohol all night. They were friends who had no tension at all.

“Crockta, I want to thank you once again. Thank you for your willingness to go to such a dangerous place."

“Kulkulkul. There is no need for thanks, I am just doing the work of a warrior." Crockta leisurely stretched while enjoying the breeze from the fan. “So when is the duel?"

"Noon."

Crockta looked at the sky through the open gap in the tent. It was pretty soon.

***

Trumpets sounded. Both sides were nervous. The sun had risen above their heads. Now the duel would begin. It was a fight to determine the future of each side. So many things were involved.

Adandator appeared first. The king placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke to him. Adandator answered in a short manner.

“It is lively."

Adandator was a beautiful young man. His body was well balanced. He was still young, but he was a seasoned knight who had gone through many battles.

Then it was time for Alaste's representative to come out. Crockta walked forward.

“……!”

The kingdom's side was shaken and murmurs gradually spread. They all expected the warrior for Alaste to be Galadin. It was common knowledge that the best knight in Alaste was Galadin, and there was no stronger knight. The kingdom was convinced of their victory because Galadin was too old compared to Adandator.

However, a surprising figure appeared. 

An orc. A warrior with a heinous face and tattoos all over his body. His enormous mass and greatsword could be seen clearly from afar.

Adandator looked at him curiously. It wasn't a tense face. He thought it would be a tragic comedy.

"I am Adandator Paklinche. Who are you?" He was curious about the orc standing in front of him. “Are you really the representative of Alaste?"

Crockta nodded. The plains gradually became quiet.

Crockta smiled and looked at Adandator. "My name is Crockta. I came from Orcrox and stand here to guard Alaste."

“……!”

Adandator's eyes widened.

Crockta. He knew that name. It was the unidentified orc who killed the great chieftain and blocked them before the call for the northern war began in earnest. On that day, all the gods whispered to his name.

“Alaste has prepared a hidden card."

His expression recovered and he lifted his sword. Adandator didn't use a greatsword like Crockta. It was a thin and long sword that looked elegant. Both of them used Paklinche's swordsmanship, but they had different attitudes and atmosphere.

Crockta asked, "Do you know Leyteno Paklinche?"

"Hoh?" Adandator laughed. “The traitor Leyteno. Orcs should know him. Yes, I know Leyteno. He is a coward on the side of the orcs. The traitor who turned his sword against us. That is why he is a blot to the rest of the Paklinche family. In the end, he died miserably."

"A coward. A traitor. A blot." Crockta laughed out loud.

The Leyteno that Crockta heard about was absolutely not a coward. He wasn't a traitor or a blot, but a shining star. The hero who followed the path of his sword. Everyone would've blamed him. If Leyteno just closed his eyes and aimed his sword at the orcs, he could gain wealth and honor.

However, he gritted his teeth and did what he believed was right. He wasn't a slave but his own master. If he followed the same direction that all the other fingers were pointing, he was just a slave.

However, Leyteno shook his head and pointed to the other side alone. He straightened up, pointed to his own beliefs and moved. That was why he would stand forever in the Hall of Fame. Leyteno Paklinche would never die. None of the warriors in the Hall of Fame would die.

“Right now, I will connect to Leyteno Paklinche's will."

Crockta raised his greatsword. As Crockta reached a higher ground, he had gone beyond Leyteno's swordsmanship but it was still alive in Ogre Slayer.

“Feel it yourself. Paklinche."

“Show me your blade, Orc." Adandator grinned. "You are ignorant. I can see an echo of the traitor. Okay, just once…"

At this moment, everyone on the plains was watching Crockta and Adandator.

“Let’s do it!”

Adandator plunged in first. Crockta watched him. The world slowed. Adandator's handsome face was shining with a mixture of arrogance and self-confidence. Crockta's greatsword swung towards his shining face.

Kaaaang!

Adandator was a genius and was waiting for Crockta in the realm of the Pinnacle. The two blades met several times. It was a battle that ordinary eyes couldn't follow. They exchanged blows for a long time. As explosive sounds were heard from both sounds, small wounds appeared on their bodies.

Blood splattered on both their faces.

There would be cheers from both sides whenever dust rose as a result of the collision between swords. It was a fight of absolute power that could rarely be seen!

At that moment, Crockta's battle cry shook the plains.

"Bul'tarrrrrrrrrr──────!"

It was like an earthquake occurred as the audience member's legs shook from the roar. Adandator, who faced it directly, felt like his heart was going to stop. Crockta’s overwhelming presence was pouring toward him. As his eyes flicked, the trajectory of the greatsword flying towards him changed in a subtle way.

Adandator tried to block it but was thrown back by a huge power.

"Kuheeok!"

The moment of the attack, Crockta's fist struck Adandator's abdomen. Adandator flew through the air and landed on the ground. Crockta’s powerful blow!

Waaaaaaaaaaaah!

Alaste's side cheered. On the other hand, the side of the kingdom became completely quiet.

"……"

Adandator stood up. He shuddered from the impact as blood poured from his nose. 

Crockta laughed and raised his finger, signalling his opponent to quickly come at him. “Kulkul, are you okay?"

“You aren't a mere child. I understand…"

Adandator laughed. He spat out the blood in his mouth. Then he took a serious posture with his sword. His body started to enter the Pinnacle. Over and over, he once again reached a high ground. The world was still.

He jumped and brandished his sword at Crockta. Crockta blocked it with Ogre Slayer. However, his skin was torn and blood poured out. Crockta hurriedly stepped back.

“……!”

This time, it was the kingdom's side that cheered. Adandator smiled and repeated Crockta's words, “Are you okay?"

Crockta responded with a smile, “You also aren't a mere child."

"Kilkilkil."

Crockta calmly raised Ogre Slayer.

Adandator was a genius. He could believe that. Adandator had surpassed the realm of the Pinnacle. It was the realm of the Hero that Crockta had learned while crossing life and death. If so, Crockta should do the same thing.

The cheers and boos became mixed together. The sun was shining above their heads. Sweat was pouring down their cheeks as they recognized the weight of the weapons they held. 

A formidable opponent. A high level of swordsmanship where anyone could win was implemented. An interesting opponent.

They moved their bodies while thinking the same thing. The strands of causality started to converge on both of them. The strands of causality stretched out like tentacles towards each other. One step, one stroke, a stepping motion, every time the blades moved, they aimed to create a life or death injury.

Indeed, Paklinche's blood was very deep.

“I never thought you would follow this far…"

Adandator was inwardly impatient. He was convinced that he could win without fail if Galadin was his opponent. But then this orc appeared instead of Galadin. His instincts sent a warning. They were both on the same ground. This orc had also surpassed the Pinnacle.

Maybe he would die today. The chains of causality stretching from Crockta sought to swallow Adandator.

The sun was blazing above his head. It was hot. Adandator's eyes were dazzled. If he was careless, the orc would cause him to die under this sun.

In the infinitely slow world, Crockta and Adandator met each other. Sweat trickled down Adandator's face. But he never looked away. Now the plains were still. They felt that the fight had reached a realm that they didn't dare to evaluate.

The first one to move was Adandator. He exploded his power in order to win the battle before it lengthened even further. Pressure rose from his body. His power reversed causation and rushed towards Crockta's death.

It was like a tsunami was heading towards Crockta. Numerous blades were aiming at his neck. Causality sped towards Crockta's death. Crockta aimed for Adandator's death and canceled out the attack.

Blood poured from wounds on his limbs. The blades from Adandator inevitably fell towards Crockta from all angles. They pierced his shoulders, sides, and thighs at the same time.

"Ugh!" Crockta fell down.

"Waaaaaaack!" Adandator didn't miss this gap and rushed forward. He wanted to finish this in one blow.

A huge wave pushed towards Crockta. Death seemed unstoppable. The handful of wind, bubbles, nail-sized mass and every other trivial thing could cause death. Compared to that, the tool called a sword, which was made to kill others, was like a large army advancing towards death.

Dozens then hundreds of swords poured towards Crockta. The probability of survival and probability of death were reversed. Life itself led to death. However.

"Bul'tar."

Crockta whispered. As Adandator's tsunami of death flew towards him, he started weaving together the causation of the world. It was risky.

This was the first time Crockta thought about death since the battle against the great chieftain. He needed to risk everything to overcome Adandator's blow. Crockta held Ogre Slayer. He would fight back with his life on the line.

However, at that moment…

Crockta suddenly saw something.

'I am alive.'

He didn't know what it was. However, Crockta instinctively leaned towards the line that was passing through the world. It was a color that was hard to describe. It was a color that didn't exist in the world.

That line penetrated both the visible world that people could see, the world of the Pinnacle and the world of the Hero that reversed causality. Even death couldn't bear it.

'Honor.'

What was that line? In addition, the color as well. Why was it so radiant? The moment that his body touched that line. The whole world pushed Crockta's back. It was a helping hand to raise all the sinking things.

Crockta rushed towards the infinitely unfolding tsunami of death. He flew towards the infinite expanse of the abyss.

Bul'tarrrrrrrrrr──────!

There was light.

***

It was a long fight. Crockta and Adandator gradually entered a state of fighting that couldn't be understood. Only a few senior ranking knights could feel the level. The two repeated the gains and losses as they kept attacking each other. Blood sporadically splattered but they didn't back down.

The king stared blankly and inadvertently dropped his wine glass. However, the king and his knights were conscious of the pieces of glass. It might be a fight that they could never see again in their lives.

"I can't believe it…"

At that moment, Adandator rushed like crazy. It was an attack on everything. As if a storm was taking place around his body, countless attacks were launched. Crockta blocked with his greatsword but fell down to one knee.

Adandator didn't miss this and chased him. Everyone sensed that it was the final blow. There was a black wave.

In that instance, the kingdom was convinced that Adandator had won. It was a blow containing everything. No one could survive that hit.

Then…

A bolt of light. It was a very short moment. Light enveloped the plains. It was a color that had never been seen before. They didn't know what color it was. It destroyed Adandator's black wave.

“……!”

The light disappeared and dust rose up. They could only see that Adandator's sword was broken and Crockta's Ogre Slayer was pointed at his neck. Silence fell over the plains. The winner and loser didn't move. There was silence. The clouds moving through the sky stopped.

Then a gnome standing on Alaste's side broke the silence.

"Kahahahat! Victory dot!"

There was no tension in the voice. Then Alaste's side understood the situation and started cheering. They threw their weapons and helmets and yelled. Everyone embraced each other as they shouted.

"Waaaaaaah!"

"We won!"

"Hooray Alaste! Alaste!"

“Hooray Crockta!"

“Alaste! Alaste!"

The kingdom's side was silent. The faces of the young king, his knights and the Heaven and Earth executives stiffened. They hadn't expected Adandator to be defeated. However, the orc Crockta had ruined their ambitions.

“Dammit, that person…I knew it."

The former master of Thawing Balhae and current vice master of Heaven and Earth, Keynes muttered. That Crockta kept continuing to disturb him. The guy who got rid of Thawing Balhae. Now he was chasing the Heaven and Earth Clan and hindering their work. He gritted his teeth. Somehow, he had to get rid of that orc.

Rommel kept silent with a stiff face.

Adandator dropped his weapon and declared his surrender, causing the duel to completely end.

The lord of Alaste approached the king. Now that victory had been decided, the Alaste lord descended from his horse and bowed towards the king in a polite manner.

"Please accept the result. Your Highness."

"……"

Instead of answering, the king quietly turned his head away. The lord of Alaste smiled and stepped back. He felt very uncomfortable. But it didn't matter now. It was time to go back to Alaste and celebrate.

***

Alaste scheduled a city wide festival. The protagonist was Crockta.

Everyone praised him as the hero who saved Alaste. Crockta's group traveled through the streets and shared food and alcohol with the citizens. To the children, he wasn't an orc but an orc knight. The children gathered every time he appeared. They were all calling Crockta's name.

There was a proposal to build a statue of Crockta in commemoration of today. All the sculptors in Alaste volunteered. Crockta shook his head but was forced to accept their will. His appearance, made of marble, was to remain in Alaste forever.

There were women confessing to Anor. Anor didn't avoid them, staring straight into their eyes as he politely refused. They smiled and expressed their thanks for Anor's gentlemanly attitude. Tiyo hit Anor's ass.

Yellow appeared and hugged Crockta before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Crockta couldn't stop her actions. She loved Alaste and praised Crockta, stating that she would be his fan in the future. People were surprised since this was the first time they saw her drunkenness.

Tiyo eventually accepted Galadin's advice. Crockta didn't know the specifics, but Galadin laughed heartily while Tiyo remained patient. His expression was rotten but his attitude was so polite that Crockta and Anor ridiculed him. Tiyo closed his eyes and endured it.

Crockta's group enjoyed the atmosphere but eventually had to leave Alaste. As Alaste's heroes, Alaste promised that they would always receive a warm welcome. All the citizens blessed their way as Crockta's group left the gate.

Crockta's group was heading towards the resort city Gridori.

After Crockta's group left, the kingdom broke their agreement and invaded Alaste. Alaste was devastated. The kingdom became an empire, and the king became an emperor.

This month’s Q&A had been delayed and will now take place in ~11 hours on the Wuxiaworld discord.

In addition, for the chance to get two extra chapters of PTO released.

Praise the Orc: 

Current schedule: There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day.

Chapter 151 – Rain is Coming

The rain fell down in droves, relentlessly striking the umbrellas.

Ian tilted his umbrella and looked up at the sky. A steady stream of water poured out from the gray sky. Suddenly, the sound of music was heard from a store. It had a catchy melody. He didn't know whose song it was, but it was sung by a familiar voice he heard often. The singer was singing about a goodbye in a melancholy tone.

Students ran splashing through the water. Ian's feet were wet. He looked down at his wet feet. The neon signs were reflected on the surface of the puddles and the sound of laughter from distant children overlapped with the rain.

Ian shook his head.

Gloomy thoughts filled his head. This wasn't good.

Ian tried to clear his mind.

“What are you doing? You look miserable." A voice broke through Ian's thoughts. He looked back and saw Yiyu. She was smiling at him from under her colorful umbrella.

"Hello…"

Yiyu was with Yoon Bora. Yoon Bora bowed awkwardly as Ian greeted her lightly.

"Was Oppa waiting long?"

"Yes. I waited a long time."

"Well, that might be the case. Bora was the one who made me late. Isn't that right?"

“No, you…"

“Right.”

"Hey! Oppa, Yiyu is falsely blaming me."

"Be quiet."

Ian smiled as he glanced at the two of them and asked, "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

“I was thinking about it. I got over 900 points, so shouldn't it be 90,000 won per person?"

"……"

“Didn't you say don't worry about the price?"

Yoon Bora poked Yiyu's side, who shrugged.

Today was the day when Yiyu received her TOEIC score. On the day of the exam, Yiyu had suggested this if she got the score that she was aiming for, and Ian had accepted without thinking. Her target score was quite high so he internally thought it would be difficult. But she was quite good at languages and eventually got the score she was aiming for. Yoon Bora, who took the test with her, decided to accompany her.

Ian smiled and said, “Yes, then let's go somewhere expensive. At least 90,000 won."

"Uh…um…"

She didn't know a place that was so expensive. How could a student living off pocket money suddenly think about expensive food? At best, only the tuna that Han Yeori liked came to mind. However, Yiyu didn't like eating raw fish when it was raining.

"So…" Yiyu looked at Yoon Bora, as if urging her to say something. But Yoon Bora shook her head. She didn't know anything about expensive food.

Yiyu struggled for a moment before opening her mouth, "B-Beef?"

"……"

Ian looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"W-What?"

"Just follow me. Bora-ssi, do you have anywhere you want to go?"

"No. Everything is good. Oh, if you just…"

“Is that so?"

“Ah, where are we going?!" Yiyu cried out impatiently.

“You just have to follow me.” Ian led them as he headed to the restaurant that he ate at with Ji Hayeon. He hadn't driven his car so they took a taxi. The employees remembered him from when he came with Ji Hayeon and treated him deferentially.

Ian refused to be served directly by the manager. An employee escorted him to a private room. Ian naturally ordered the course dishes. Various dishes came out as Yiyu nagged at him. Ian and Yiyu tasted the food, talked and laughed at jokes.

Then a voice popped into Ian's head.

'Viva Alaste!'

The lively laughter of Alaste was overlaid over Yiyu and Yoon Bora's voices. He recalled the shrimp dish that had been served to him by Alaste's best chef. The sweet and sour taste of the shrimp made him constantly eat it, leaving him with a bucket of shrimp shells.

"Oppa?"

"Huh?"

"Are you okay? You don't look good."

"I'm just a little tired.”

He smiled. Yiyu turned from Ian towards Yoon Bora. During their conversation, Ian frowned.

It was rare for him. He rarely looked back on the past. It was because the weight of the things he had done was so heavy it was difficult for him to raise his head. Therefore, he decided to look ahead instead of dwelling on it.

However, today his thoughts turned towards the past.

Why?

Vigo's face as he laughed and bragged about Alaste entered Ian's mind. When he closed his eyes to shake it off, he could see the barbecue ribs cooked at the festival. The people shared the barbecue with him and praised him as a hero.

Now they were no longer there. Everyone he knew in Alaste had died.

That fact weighed on him. He knew that it wasn't a game, but living beings from a real world. Ian suppressed his emotions. Death was one-sided and couldn't be reversed.

Ian closed his eyes, feeling both grief and regret. He had been too naive. If he had stayed a little longer in Alaste, he could've stopped them. He shouldn't have thought about anything else until he pulled out the seed of the Heaven and Earth Clan.

Regret led to a more distant past. A memory from a previous battlefield came to mind. The faces of those he couldn't see anymore.

"Oppa?"

"Wait." Ian stood up. His face was pale. “I need to quickly go to the bathroom."

"Uhh…"

Ian opened the door and left. The manager was surprised at Ian's complexion. Ian just smiled and left the restaurant.

It was still raining. Ian leaned his head against the wall of the building. The landscape of the world melted into the rain.

"Why…?"

Even if he closed his eyes, he couldn't erase their faces in the darkness. Ian stared at the street through blurry eyes. He remembered his deceased comrades. He felt enough sadness at their funerals, so there was no reason to be shaken now.

Nevertheless, their faces were so scary because they eventually led him to one face in the darkness. He had to see her. Ian bit his lips and opened his eyes.

"Crazy…"

Yes, Elder Lord was a real world. The knowledge of that fact might break him. He was tired of seeing people die. No one knew that he was fighting for them as they kept swinging their weapons without a sense of guilt. It was a meaningless resistance. Just.

'Raven, I was wrong.'

Ian's eyelids drooped.

'Go.'

It was her last gesture to him.

What type of expression was he making at that time? He wondered if he was looking at her with a resolute face, determined to never abandon her. He didn't think so. Maybe there was some hypocrisy mixed in with regret and sorrow, or a condescending expression as he retreated.

He didn't know. Shortly after she gestured, a shell flew into her body and Ian was staring stiffly at flesh and guts. Her laughing face as she held an assault rifle could no longer be seen. Her death was no different from the other deaths.

Ian instinctively reached into his pocket, an old habit. He had no cigarettes. He removed his hand from his pocket and raised it to his face. He desperately tried to block the memories, but they kept clinging to him.

Maybe, if he had moved a little faster. If only he performed the operation properly.

Perhaps he did. He built meaningless assumptions and talked nonsense. The memories of that day repeated against his will.

Go, go, go. Explosion, explosion, explosion. His expression, expression, expression.

Ian slammed his fist against the wall.

Alaste, Alaste, Alaste.

Pain spread. He took a deep breath. Ian grabbed one of his injured hands before heading back to the restaurant and handing over his card.

“Something happened…please tell my companions that I am leaving first."

***

Han Yeori switched off the last light.

The sound of a broadcast was heard from her phone that she had unknowingly left on.

–The Heaven and Earth Clan had issued a statement about the broken agreement. They defended themselves by saying it couldn't be helped because they were ordered by the emperor. They are playing as the emperor's vassals and it is a game, so the users of the Alaste Love club should understand since they are also roleplaying…

She suddenly turned her head. She felt a haunting feeling. The cafe was clearly empty. She tilted her head. Then she was shocked to see something moving in the darkness.

"Hah." She froze before frowning, as she realized that the silhouette belonged to a familiar person.

Then she looked again. He must have a reason for doing this.

"Boss-nim."

Ian didn’t answer. Han Yeori pouted.

He had the ability to move without any sound. It was a strange talent from his old days as a soldier.

"Boss-nim?"

He raised his head. It was dark but the lights from the street outside leaked in, revealing his bloodshot eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Ian looked at her and blinked before smiling. “Have you finished?"

"Yes."

“Can I have just one cup of coffee?"

Han Yeori didn't complain. She looked at Ian’s face and nodded.

“Yes."

She walked into the preparation room and turned on the light. She hesitated in front of the espresso machine before making a drink and setting it down in front of Ian.

Ian looked down at it quietly. "Is this coffee?"

"Just drink it."

Mint chocolate frappe. Ian quietly put the straw in his mouth.

Han Yeori asked, "Are you okay?"

Ian laughed. She noticed that his laugh sounded a little unusual.

"Yes, I'm fine."

He drank the mint chocolate frappe for a while as the chill faded. Han Yeori sat next to Ian.

“Why are you acting like a man who had his heart broken?"

"How did you know?"

“I have to leave work, so regain your spirit."

She tapped Ian's head. Ian chuckled in a low voice. His voice rang through the empty café. Suddenly, Ian leaned against her.

Han Yeori complained, “Heavy.”

"Just for a moment."

Ian said with a sigh, “Let me do this for a moment…"

As he closed his eyes, Han Yeori looked at his face leaning against her shoulder, at the still remaining mint chocolate frappe and then up at the ceiling. Ian's breath tickled her ears. The second hand of the clock touched her nerves.

"……"

Time passed. Han Yeori whispered towards the silent Ian, "You don’t have to worry." As Ian's breathing evened out, she added, “I won't report you for sexual harassment…"

She reached out a hand towards Ian's bangs. There was still sweat on his forehead. She wiped it with her fingers and then smiled as she wiped it on Ian's clothes.

“Why is my boss like this…?"

Ian's heartbeat was transmitted from where he was leaning against her. Han Yeori felt his pulse and then got up. She carefully laid the sleeping Ian on the body and placed a cushion under his head.

Ian was now asleep.  Han Yeori looked at his sleeping self before taking a coat from the counter and covering his body. It was summer. He shouldn't get a cold.

It was still raining outside the store. Cars passed through water. The procession of umbrellas could be seen.

"Um…"

Han Yeori slung her bag over her shoulder and looked at Ian one last time.

“People with quick senses…"

Rain poured down as soon as she opened the door and opened her umbrella. The rain striking the umbrella was heavy. Han Yeori stood at the doorway of Café Reason. As her ears became familiar with the sound of the rain, she began to move.

Rain was coming. So it was like this. She steadily moved away from the café as her silhouette gradually melted into the rain.

This month’s Q&A had been delayed and will now take place in ~11 hours on the Wuxiaworld discord.

In addition, for the chance to get two extra chapters of PTO released.

Praise the Orc: 

Current schedule: There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day.

Chapter end