What Do You Mean My Cute Disciples Are Yanderes?

Chapter 118 - If You Have Elves, Orcs Are Mandatory Too

(MC POV)

If the Dark Sect enclave was easy to spot, the monster nest was even easier.

They hadnʼt even bothered with hiding themselves, opting to claim a flat piece of land on top of the valley as their home. Only problem was that these were the more intelligent kind of monsters seeing as how they have built some form of village.

If I hadnʼt known they were monsters, I might have mistaken this place for a village of youkai instead.

The lack of a wall either showed that they either did not have the expertise to build one, or they were high enough on the food chain to not even need one.

A quick scout of their position clued me that it is most likely the latter.

Not because they were strong monsters, but by how large the numbers were in that village. Almost half the entire plateau was occupied by their village, their crudely built dwelling spread out all over the place.

If they were able to expand so much unchecked, there probably isnʼt anything in existence around here that they saw as a threat.

They were some kind of humanoid pig monsters that resembled really obese, pig-headed humans

In other words, Orcs.

Not that big of a threat alone since theyʼre quite simple minded monsters, or at least most of them are.

The fact that they are so laid back in their defence should mean they arenʼt any particularly smart ones among them. The smarter you are the more paranoid after all.

The only issue is with their numbers.

But then again, itʼs nothing a tactical Technique couldnʼt fix.

Since I donʼt need to worry about this particular group having Practitioners to sniff me out, I descended into the village to take a closer look around the place.

Most of them were busy sharpening what looked like rather high quality weapons that they shouldnʼt have been able to craft on their own.

Heck, I even saw a few of them wearing a few pieces of plate armour strutting around the place arrogantly.

This is rather surprising since I do not see a dedicated blacksmith inside this village itself.

That means they might have looted all these weapons off a passing caravan, which is highly unlikely considering how thereʼs no other cities or towns around here so trade is rather minimal especially for weapons like these.

Or, for the more likely explanation, is that these are the things that my father and brother had been supplying them with.

Judging by the numbers, thereʼs at least a battalion size force currently living here, estimated at about seven hundred or so.

Thatʼs about a quarter of the townʼs population and I doubt our town even has a standing military to resist such a large force, advanced tech or not.

Since my sister had both my father and brother beat in the economic side, they were probably thinking that they could best her in the military side.

Arm and feed a few monsters and they would have a questionably loyal band of soldiers willing to pillage a town or two.

The real question is how sure they were that these orcs wouldnʼt turn coat against them after ransacking the town? That is, assuming my father and brother still want a town to be there after the orcs come through or they just want it razed to the ground.

I donʼt think theyʼre dumb enough to not have considered that right?

Actually, donʼt answer that.

I made myself invisible and descended into the village, trying my best to avoid walking into any of the orcs.

I took note of the villageʼs layout just in case, never know when it might come in handy in these sorts of situations.

I especially noted where the weapons and supplies were stored and all the common places that the monsters would frequent.

As was the standard, I looked for the biggest building that should give away who their most important person is around here.

And since they were orcs, that meant the most hideous building I could find.

Didnʼt take even a minute for me to find it and make my way towards the large building that seemed to be tethering off to the side with a few pieces of its walls missing, most likely punched out by its occupant in its fit of rage for whatever reasons.

”Huuurk! Where is ma meat?!” A voice yelled out from inside, just as a fist punched through the wall that was closest to me.

”B-b-b-boss! Hrrk! The hyumans said dere wunna be any meat da nesht few deys!” Another voice answered from inside.

”Grrah! Me Big Boss dun care! Ahʼll eat yu if ah haf ta if I wunna have ma meat!!”

”B-b-but Boss! Hyuman seyd we shuddan eat each udder! Dey needa numbas!”