Seducing the Guideverse With My System — Raising an Anomaly [BL]

Mordak Tribe Lands

"... My king."

Ambrose’s head turned to the direction of that voice. It was noticeably lighter than the other brutes. Almost—

—Feminine?

Soon enough he understood why.

A figure who was a couple of feet shorter than the other orcs stepped forward, hips swaying gracefully. And then... that hair. Long, lush ashen grey hair flowed down her shoulders, a necklace made from gemstones and bones adorned around her neck.

Yep.

A female orc.

The first one Ambrose had ever seen.

[Target appears to be close to the pinnacle of A-Rank... when compared to standard beast classifications.]

’A main point of this meeting is proving how problematic classifying them as beasts is, Aura.’

[Oh, definitely.] Aura sounded almost flustered. [But orcs are still beyond humans. The weakest orc could easily overpower several adult non-awakened men. This and their more natural affinity to aether makes—]

’Alright, alright—I get it.’ He sighed, watching the way the other orcs slowly lowered their weapons. ’For a second I was afraid I’d have to fight.’

The group made way for the woman as she drew closer, taking in Beherath with a glint of uncertainty in her eyes, which was understandable.

Apart from him being far more powerful and larger, the aura of undeath around him would be hard to miss.

Once she got a few feet away from the pair, she paused.

"B-Beherath," She murmured in the orc tongue, her smaller tusks trembling. "Is that... is that really you?"

The orc king’s expression was plain. Almost devoid of emotion. But behind those burning crimson eyes, recognition and something dangerously warm flickered.

"Keylath," He lifted a hand, startling a few nearby orcs. Ignoring them, he brought that palm close to her face, the gesture inviting. "It’s me."

Ambrose stood there, body rigid with something beyond awkwardness.

He was no expert, but the way these two circled each other...

’Beherath,’ he reached him through their Necrotic bond. ’You didn’t tell me you had a wife.’

’The orcs prefer the term... "mate".’ The undead king responded. ’But yes. She was my mate.’

’That would’ve been pretty useful information,’ Now a pang of guilt joined the awkwardness. ’If she puts two and two together, she’s going to find out I did this to you. It’s going to fuck up the whole plan.’

’Relax. I doubt—’

Without warning, Keylath drew out a broad sword with a sharp black sheen, pointing it directly at Ambrose’s neck. The only reason the latter didn’t move was that he sensed it wasn’t going to be a killing move.

Or... hoped anyway.

"This pale ape," Keylath snarled, eyes feral with suspicion and bloodlust. "Is he the one who did this to you?"

Ambrose swallowed.

Pale ape?

Well, ouch.

As if under instinct, the other orcs raised their weapons again, this time all focused on the odd-looking foreigner.

’So much for making the mission easier.’

Beherath merely stared at the sword hovering inches from Ambrose’s throat before shifting his attention toward his mate.

"Lower your blade, Keylath."

Silence.

Not because of the order itself.

But because he’d asked at all. Even the surrounding orcs looked momentarily stunned.

The Beherath they remembered never requested compliance. He demanded it.

Keylath noticed it too, her lips quivering ever so slightly.

"No." Her grip only tightened around the weapon. "Not until you tell me why the human who reeks of your death walks beside you as though the two of you are allies."

The undead king remained perfectly still.

"You left with our strongest warriors to conquer another world," she continued, emotion steadily creeping into her voice. "Days became weeks. Weeks became months."

Her breathing grew uneven.

"When you never returned... we knew something had happened."

"The neighbouring tribes learned that Mordak had lost its king. They came. Again and again." Her jaw clenched. "We could no longer expand. We could no longer hunt beyond our borders. We abandoned half our settlements and withdrew everyone to the ancestral homeland just to survive."

One by one, the surrounding orcs lowered their heads.

"Our children grew up without ever knowing their king. And every season..." Keylath whispered, eyes beginning to glisten. "I kept believing you’d come home."

Something tightened painfully inside Ambrose’s chest.

Gods, this wasn’t simply grief.

This woman had mourned him while never even getting the chance to bury him.

Beherath finally stepped forward. "The fault was mine."

Keylath froze.

"I challenged this human," he said evenly. "I believed strength alone determined who deserved to rule." His crimson gaze briefly shifted toward Ambrose. "Then I lost."

Several orcs stiffened.

"But defeat was not the end of my story." Dark wisps of necrotic energy quietly curled around his enormous frame. "My soul should have vanished. Yet it did not. My lord granted me another purpose."

Murmurs immediately spread through the gathered tribe.

"He could have erased me," Beherath continued. "Instead... he preserved my memories and my honour." His burning eyes returned to Keylath. "I stand before you today only because of him."

A long, heavy silence followed.

Keylath searched his face as though desperately trying to find the lie hidden somewhere within those familiar crimson eyes.

Instead... She only found certainty.

Slowly, the broadsword lowered from Ambrose’s neck.

"I do not trust you, human," she said at last, her amber eyes never leaving him. "I likely never will."

Ambrose gave a small nod. "Fair enough." The words came out in the orc tongue.

Several of the orcs present threw each other surprised glances.

So the human could speak their language as well?

"But," She glanced toward Beherath before taking a single step backwards. "If my king has chosen to place his faith in you... then the Mordak tribe shall hear what you have to say."

The surrounding warriors hesitated only briefly before lowering their own weapons as well.

The tension that had gripped the valley eased ever so slightly.

Ambrose quietly released a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. ’Well, that went a lot better than expected.’

[Special Mission Updated.]

A familiar translucent panel materialised before his eyes.

[Diplomatic Contact Established.]

[ObjectiveProgress: 10%]

He blinked. ’Ten per cent?’

Aura giggled inside his head.

[Oh, honey.] Her voice somehow managed to sound both sympathetic and amused. [You still have a very, very long way to go before this civilization actually trusts humanity.]

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