Free Web NovelChapter 38: Fight for who fights for you
"Alright, you are going to tell me about who your master is," Ren said as he sat opposite the orc that they had captured, and in his hands was a large roasted piece of meat that came from a wild deer.
Ren took a whiff of it and could barely control himself. He had eaten a lot of raw meat since he had gotten here, yet nothing hit the spot like the beauty of roasted meat. His mouth was already watering, and his eyes were fixed on the flesh, eager to take a bite.
"Shoot."
He caught himself slacking. He shook his head fast and cleared his mind before looking up.
"Alright, tell me," he said, looking at the orc before biting down into the meat with full force. He ripped out a large chunk and began chewing.
It had been a full day since they got the orc, and it had not even gotten the opportunity to eat or drink anything. Ren could feel the gaze of the orc fixed on the meat.
’Hehehehe, it’s working. Yes, let your stomach do the talking.’
"There is nothing to be said. My master will end you," the orc said in his deep and heavy tone. He looked away from the food, trying his best to ensure he did not focus on it.
"Your master will end me?" Ren asked, his eyes turning to slits. He looked right at the orc, pinched off some meat, and tossed it at him. It landed safely on the body of the orc.
It looked down at the meat, then looked away. "Do you really think hunger is enough to make a warrior like me give information? You insult me," he spoke with a tone that showed he was pissed, disrespected by the act Ren had carried out.
Ren looked at the meat there and then at the orc. "You have honor? What honor drives you to attack people that have done you no harm?
What honor makes you raise your blade to someone that never knew you?" Ren asked as he pinched off a chunk of meat and bit into it. He chewed slowly for a few seconds, swallowed, and then licked his fingers in a slow and very pissing-off manner.
"You have no honor," he said, looking up at the orc. "You are simply a slave," he said with a pause, allowing his words to reach the ears of the orc.
The orc gritted his teeth in anger. He snarked and looked at Ren.
"You have no idea what honor looks like. You could never know," he barked.
"Really now?" Ren asked. "I do not know what honor is? Then what is honor? Do tell, you big sack of flesh," Ren asked.
The orc gritted his teeth. He opened his mouth to speak but then shut it and looked away, like the answer that he had to give was not what was needed now.
Ren smiled as he saw that. He took another piece and ate. "Exactly what I thought. Any definition of honor that you give now would be a definition that showed you have no honor.
A man of honor does not attack the weak and innocent. He stands for what is just. He defends his home and takes down his enemies to protect those that matter to him.
A man of honor would not stand for a tyrant that chooses when the lives of others matter or not. You do not have honor. You have a sense of honor, a sense that tells you what you are doing is right, when in reality you are merely a tool that is suspended in the game that is getting played.
You are a pawn. A pawn does not know if what it does is right or wrong, but merely believes it and runs with it, only to be sacrificed for one purpose, the safety of the king who never cared who he was or what he had done for him." Ren finished speaking and then dug into his feast again.
"Hmmmmmmm, this is really good. You are missing out," Ren said, holding the meat with both hands and eating it with pure, unfiltered joy while the orc looked at him.
The orc gritted his teeth, running the words that Ren had spoken through his mind. A part of him screamed at him that this was true and that he was nothing but a pawn.
Another side of him countered that. It refused to believe it. He believed that he was genuinely someone who stood for the grand and good cause of the master.
"I see you are thinking," Ren said with a smile. "A part of your mind must be telling you that you are not a pawn, right? Well, you are. You are a pawn, and you know this down to your very core," Ren said and then finally got up. He walked towards the orc.
"If you were useful, your master would have sent someone to save you, yet he has not. And now you are captured, and for all he knows, you might be dead, and yet he did not bother to even come for you.
That’s all you need to know that you are nothing but a pawn." He stretched out his hand to the orc. "I could promise you that if you helped me and worked with me, I would come for you whenever something went wrong.
I would travel kingdoms and destroy worlds to ensure I got you back. And this is not me telling you because I want information from you.
I would go against the Calamity Orc regardless. But what I’m saying is an offer. I’m offering to make your life better than what it obviously is with the master you fight for.
So what will it be? Allow me to help you get better. Fight for someone that will fight for you. I promise you it’s a lot better."
’I spent my life working for a corporation that never cared about me. Tch, being a warrior for someone that does not care is the same as slavery.’
"So what do you say?" he asked the orc.
