Coming-of-Age Ceremony

The human captives erupted in uproar at that moment!

Only Tales was puzzled:

A... a Bloodline User?

This orc... seemed to be very famous?

The commotion continued for quite some time, until some orcs grew impatient and began to "teach" the captives a lesson.

A few seconds later.

"Am I really that famous?"

The orc leader voiced Tales's question in a low voice, the scar on his forehead twitching slightly.

Dean let out a cold laugh.

"Starry Sky Person—or more precisely, Count Hodge Dastan of Windpath Fortress in Cliff Territory. He offered an almost insane bounty for the head of the 'Bloodline User.'"

The orc's eyelid twitched slightly.

"If I remember correctly, it was one thousand five hundred and fifty-six Tomond gold coins, plus a Lord's estate and the honor of marrying a noble daughter of the Dastan Family."

Dean continued:

"All for the eldest son and heir of Count Dastan's family, who was ambushed by you and buried in a foreign land during the Desert War ten years ago."

The pale orc—Kandar Nushan—gave a low grunt and reached out to hold back one of the Holy Guards who wanted to step forward: the blue-faced orc clutching a wolf-fang club.

Kandar took two slow breaths. The way he regarded Dean had changed.

"But no one ever claimed that bounty," he said flatly.

"No, no one." Dean sighed. "Because you're still alive and kicking, with all your limbs intact—"

Dean glanced at the other man's wrist, and at the hideous iron fork attached to it.

"I mean, most of their limbs were intact when they showed up here."

Kandar curled his lips, looking even more menacing by human standards.

"Not only that, you joined the Cracked Stone Tribe." Dean glanced at the three special orcs who had begun to stir restlessly