While Alyon was explaining his next moves to Gulag, who would effectively become the new city lord, Miloş was busy showing his mistress the locations of the Lands of Light citizens living in the city. Most of these individuals held key positions and lived in mansions, with soldiers standing tight guard at their gates.
"Wait here; I'll need you later. Don't show your face to anyone."
After warning her new slave to be careful, Nafız transformed into a shadow and slipped into the garden of the last house she would visit tonight. As she swayed through the darkness toward the owner's study, the moon in the sky was trying to hide behind a cloud.
Nikonya army commander Monk Pierre was working at his desk, so engrossed in his daily tasks that he didn't notice the door opening slightly. Realizing the light wasn't enough to read the papers in his hand, the commander lit the candle on his desk.
As the room brightened, shadows appeared moving on the wall opposite him in a way they never had before. Seeing shadows sometimes shaped like a wolf's head and sometimes like a rabbit, Pierre stood up in fear when a voice filled the room.
"When I was little, my sister and I used to play this game all the time when the power went out. Living in the slums has its perks, I guess!"
As Nafız walked calmly toward the Monk, Pierre struggled to make sense of what he was hearing.
"Of course! Forgive my ignorance, Lord Monk; you were a citizen of the Lands of Light. Naturally, you never experienced a blackout when you were little."
Seeing that the person walking toward him while talking was a female orc, Pierre suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Being in the same room with one of the orcs he had slaughtered, without his bodyguards present, wasn't a part of his daily routine. Reaching for his staff in a panic, the monk felt a slight breeze on his face before seeing his hand flying through the air.
"Arghhh! My arm! You savage creature, how dare you?"
As the monk, whose arm reaching for the staff had been severed from the elbow, began to scream, Nafız delivered a chopping blow to his throat with the back of her hand. The commander, whose vocal cords were crushed by the impact, groaned in pain and lost his balance, falling to the floor. Having lost his last chance to cast a spell, the monk crawled away in fear, while Nafız followed him step by step.
Dragging himself to the wall behind the study desk, the once-glorious army commander trembled with his back turned, trying not to see the orc warrior walking behind him holding his own staff.
"You clergy class have always been like this; the moment someone takes your toy away, you sulk and run."
Reaching Pierre's side, Nafız leaned into his ear and continued speaking.
"Why don't you sing your magical hymns, monk? Come on, beg that glorious god of yours to come and save you."
While the members of the clans forming the Lands of Light believed in the God of Light, the denizens of the Hell Realm were comrades of the God of Darkness. Since these two powers had been at war for centuries, they had gained much knowledge about each other. Members of the clergy class, who were followers of the Light, chanted magical hymns for attack and defense, using their staffs to amplify their power.
Lifting the monk by his throat with one hand and slamming him against the wall, Nafız turned her head back at the sound of the large double doors to the study opening. As the soldiers entering the study stared in fury at the scene before them, Nafız threw back the hood of her robe, revealing her face to everyone in the room.
"The so-called glorious soldiers of Nikonya, you've arrived just in time. I was just about to nail your commander to the wall!"
After finishing her words, Nafız pinned the monk to the wall with the staff in her hand amidst the soldiers' bewildered gazes, then laughed as she jumped out the study window. As the soldiers ran to their commander's side, the female orc's voice echoed in their ears from outside the building.
"Tonight was the night of the orcs' revenge. Whoever harbors hostility towards us, their blood is beneath your feet!"
Forced to look down involuntarily by the words of the orc who slaughtered their commander, the soldiers saw a sign drawn in blood on the floor. The symbol of the orc tribe dominating the region, a cross within a circle, was enough to explain that the orc tribe had declared war on Nikonya.
"Just like that, Gulag. From today until I take over, you will be at war with the local orc tribe."
While Nafız was taking care of business, Alyon had finished explaining their plan to the skinny old man. By making it look like the Lands of Light citizens in the city were killed by the orc tribe, a chaotic environment was created in the region, laying the groundwork for the migrating tribe to gain strength.
"It's time for me to go; you can procure the supplies you'll need via mechanical pigeons. The city lord needs to give a very savage response; do not try to be merciful."
Shortly after Alyon finished his words and left the throne room quickly, the deputy commander rushed in, panicked. Surprised that the guard wasn't at the door, the soldier froze at the sight he saw upon entering. City Lord Godfrey, his right hand Gulag, and the door guard were lying heavily wounded on the floor of the throne room. Rushing to save his Lord lying on the ground, the soldier reached his side, only for Godfrey to spit blood and say:
"You must catch those two murderous orcs; I will flay them alive!"
While Godfrey and the wounded waited for healers, Alyon met up with his friends in the secret cave.
"Nafız, I hope there wasn't a hitch while executing our plan."
Seeing Nafız eating with her slave beside her, Alyon asked curiously.
"What did you take me for, son? I stuck the monk to the wall like a postage stamp."
Answering with pleasure, Nafız took a huge bite out of the drumstick in her hand.
Wanting to celebrate this evening, where they started a war between two enemy forces, with a pleasant meal, Nafız had ordered dishes made from monster meat for the people living in the dungeon. While the entire city mourned in madness, a celebration was being held with cheerful laughter inside the dungeon.
As the city lord's tension increased significantly over the last two days when the wanted orcs couldn't be found, Gulag recovered completely and set off for his dungeon. Leaving the heavy guard escort at the door and entering the dungeon, people ran and lined up to congratulate him.
When the line of hugging, crying, and joyfully embracing people came to an end, a giant orc appeared before Gulag. As Gulag shook hands with this smiling orc, he felt he couldn't pull back when he wanted to let go.
"My friend, the plan you worked on patiently has finally borne fruit. I congratulate you wholeheartedly, but if you don't cooperate on the matters we discussed and make a wrong move, I want you to know that I can find you wherever you are."
When the orc released his hand, turned his back, and walked away without waiting for an answer, Gulag collapsed where he stood with mixed feelings. Meanwhile, Jashua woke up in his alcove and made eye contact with the female orc standing over him. Seeing the boy cowering in fear in a corner of the bed, Nafız couldn't help but laugh. The child's reaction to seeing the creature that strangled him with a whip right beside him was quite natural. Seeing that Jashua was okay, Nafız stood up and walked out of the alcove.
As the female orc walked out, his mother and father, seeing their child awake, ran in. Seeing their son trembling in fear in the corner of the bed, his mother hugged him, trying to calm him down.
"It's all over, son; we don't need to live in this cave anymore. Come on, pull yourself together; your mother will bring you some hot food."
While emotional moments were experienced inside the alcove, Nafız had descended to the large clearing.
"Miloş, are you ready? Time to get out of this hole."
In response to his owner's question, Miloş answered in a firm voice.
"We are ready, ma'am; we can leave here whenever you wish."
While Nafız, Alyon, and Miloş proceeded through a narrow tunnel behind the skinny old man, a messenger entered the chief's tent of the orc tribe ruling the region.
"Chief Kızılayı! The news is very bad; all the workers in two of our mines have been brutally slaughtered."