Lilith’s eyes showed a flicker of confusion and disorientation, like a little girl who had just been wronged.
Delilah set down her goblet and pushed a wooden box across the table toward Lilith.
"This is a Cupid Fruit. Next time you have sex with Orion, eat it beforehand. Also, make sure he ejaculates inside your vagina—rather than in your mouth or on your breasts."
"Cupid Fruit is an extremely rare magical plant that only produces one piece of fruit every ten years. It can increase the chance of getting pregnant."
"Don’t worry. It has no side effects. Our people looked into it from multiple sources."
Lilith stared at the wooden box, her eyes glinting with a brief flash of light.
She reached out and opened the box, catching sight of the Cupid Fruit—a fruit about the size of a strawberry.
"I will remember the Succubus Tribe’s kindness."
Lilith could imagine just how many resources the tribe must have mobilized to get their hands on this fruit.
After putting the box away, Lilith cast a glance at Delilah, then turned and left the Mysterious Tavern.
Watching Lilith’s departing figure, Delilah curled her lips into a slight, satisfied smile.
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Meadowland Plains, Bloodmoon Clan.
The Bloodmoon Clan’s settlement lay in a gourd-shaped valley. It was an easily defensible location, with the advantage of terrain—so long as the narrow outer pass was held, the clan remained very difficult to defeat.
Back when Dace captured this place, it was thanks to Thundar’s mount, the Dark Fiend, that the attack succeeded.
Now, in the square at the heart of the valley, two young warriors stood facing each other from a distance. They were Steelblade from the Giant Tribe and Zargoth from the Bloodmoon Clan.
Bloodmoon Clan Orcs were easy to spot: they bore two horns on their heads, and their eyes were a dark red, shaped like half or crescent moons.
"My lord," the Bloodmoon Clan chieftain said respectfully to Orion, gazing at the two young fighters in the square with anticipation burning in his eyes. "If the youngling’s victory truly exempts us from three years of tribute, is that correct?"
"Feel free to send out your clan’s strongest youngling to challenge Rolan or Steelblade. As long as you can defeat either of them, you’ll be free from three years of tribute."
Orion shot the chieftain a sidelong glance. The clan’s older leader lacked full confidence in Dace’s assurances and had insisted on hearing Orion say it himself.
"Thank you, my lord. Your mercy and grandeur shine upon the Bloodmoon Clan!"
Compared to the Warhammer tribe, the Bloodmoon Clan was considerably larger, and its younglings, on the whole, were stronger.
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When the fight began, there were no underhanded tricks—both younglings charged at each other in a burst of rowdy passion.
Steelblade and Zargoth each bellowed, releasing the power in their bloodlines. Their massive sword and trident collided with a harsh metallic clang. Both warriors pushed forward with every ounce of strength, hoping to overpower the other.
Gradually, both of them pushed so hard that their faces grew crimson with exertion.
Watching from Orion’s other side, Rolan, Dace, and a few others frowned at what they saw.
"Steelblade’s way too reckless. He’s letting the enemy get close, but that’s not to his advantage."
Dace, who had switched to using a trident as well—ever since developing a fanatical admiration for Orion—wasn’t too impressed by Steelblade’s headlong tactics.
"His opponent is wielding a greatsword. Steelblade should be using the trident’s reach, keeping some distance to mount his attacks."
With that, Dace gave a quick glance to his friend Otho at his side.
Otho briefly looked at Dace, then cast a careful glance between Orion and Rolan. Seeing no sign of objection from Orion, Otho cleared his throat and followed up on Dace’s assessment.
"A forward thrust with a trident is comparatively quick. If Steelblade kept his distance and steadied his assault, he’d have a much better chance of winning."
"But right now, it doesn’t look so good."
Dace and Otho aimed their comments at Rolan. With Orion leading this expedition, none of them wanted to see Rolan and Steelblade fail in their challenge.
Standing nearby, Rolan heard their every word. Fixing his eyes on the raging duel, he silently cheered Steelblade on.
"If that were me, how would I quickly defeat Zargoth?"
At the same time, Rolan mentally rehearsed what he would do in Steelblade’s place.
Clang!
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From the center of the square came another resounding collision. Orion, who had been watching calmly, sighed inwardly with regret—he had already foreseen Steelblade was destined to lose.
Exchanging blow after blow, Steelblade and Zargoth gradually revealed which of the two was stronger. Zargoth landed a solid strike against Steelblade’s trident with his greatsword, sending a tremor through Steelblade’s hands.
"WAAAGH…"
Sensing that his blow had made an impact, Zargoth gave a furious roar and gripped his sword in both hands. With a swift, whirling slash, he brought the blade crashing down, striking Steelblade and knocking him clear off his feet.
Steelblade’s trident clattered to the ground. He landed hard, with blood oozing from both hands.
"Steelblade, are you okay?"
Rolan reacted quickly, rushing into the square the moment he saw Steelblade thrown back.
Orion turned, shooting Dace a look. Dace got the hint and immediately followed.
At the same time, an elder from the Bloodmoon Clan hurried forward as well.
Standing next to Orion, the Bloodmoon Clan chieftain watched the scene, his eyes alight with excitement. Yet the look was soon replaced by concern.
"Steelblade, how do you feel—are you hurt?"
Steelblade glanced down at his bloodied hands, his eyes dark and dejected.
"I lost… I lost…"
He did not respond to Rolan, but simply repeated those words, still seated on the ground.
Seeing Steelblade so disheartened, Rolan felt miserable as well.
That momentary sadness quickly turned to anger.
"Then come and fight me!"
Rolan spun around and shouted at Zargoth.
"Hahaha… Fight you? You think I’d be scared?"
Eyes bloodshot, Zargoth raised his massive sword and aimed it at Rolan, his fighting spirit surging without the slightest hint of fear.
Dace furrowed his brow, propping Zargoth up while looking at Rolan. He was about to turn to Orion for guidance when—
"If he wants to fight, then let him fight."
Orion’s cool voice floated over, offering Dace relief.
Meanwhile, the Bloodmoon Clan elder, who had also approached, withdrew to the sidelines.
"Give him some medicinal herbs. It’s just a small injury; nothing serious."
Orion shot a glance at Steelblade—who now kept his head low, avoiding Orion’s gaze.
"I’ll handle that."
Shaman Grulbane stepped forward, channeling his inner power as he pressed his palm against Steelblade’s hands. As magical energy flowed, Steelblade’s wounds began healing right before their eyes.
"Blood magic healing is the most basic form of magic among our Giant tribe. Watch carefully—this is how you weave the spell."
While treating Steelblade, Grulbane instructed the disciples who had followed him, taking the chance to teach them the proper casting technique.