War Reparations
The day the coalition was established would become a day of great commemoration for the monsters.
Because each one of them received a name.
Just kidding.
There’s 150 thousand, damn it. That’s just reckless. I mean, I had gone into a three day hibernation after naming merely five hundred goblins!
I was planning to just ignore it this time, but…
And somehow, while they had risen up to rank C+, it seems that they’ll be returning back to D in about two weeks.
And once they lose their magic energy I will eat it and bestow it back upon them. Thus, I will be able to name them without tiring needlessly.
Even if I give start giving out the same names in different districts, managing the process will be a pain.
That’s right! Numbers!
Since they are able to at least line up in formation, I had them line up in the marshes.
I had that passing thought, but once the magical energy disappears, they’ll devolve into an uncontrollable mob of 150 thousand.
Being only a D rank, they would’t pose much of a threat; however, I can see them breaking into private property.
Also, if they evolve, their status increases and their reproductive ability decreases–that much we know from the time I named the goblins.
The great clans shall be separated by their names: Yama (mountain) , Oka (hill), Hora (cave), Umi (sea), Kawa (river), Ko (lake), Mori (forest), Kusa (grass), and Suna (sand).
Honestly, managing this will still be a pain. For kids I decided to go with something like “Yama-1-1M”, for example.
And thus, I absorbed their magical energy, and gave them names instead.
However, I was able to give them all names without worrying endlessly.
They should just name themselves if unsatisfied.
I then had the clan representatives conduct a census. But since they had no paper, it was only to make sure no mistakes were made.
Unlike humans, monsters always know the name etched on their soul.
Taking no more than five second per person.
However… giving each one a name still took 10 days.
Of course, while I was naming them without rest, I couldn’t just have Benimaru and the rest having fun.
In order to transport the food.
At the very least, I hope there is enough to last them a year.
The fundamental worry of war is logistics, after all. Allowing the front line to starve welcomes defeat.
However!
Each one is at least a B rank now. A high ranking monster.
And let’s not forget to mention that they can all use 『Shadow Step』now.
And they now move ignoring any obstacle–straight to their target.
So I also had the strong Star Wolves handle ferrying the provisions over.
However, the Goblin riders cannot journey with them.
So having remained with me, the Goblins are helping arranging the orcs.
Thus, we came up with a method to procure food.
Which lead me to worry about food reserves…
They would grow fruits using their magical energy, but there was no one to eat them.
Moreover, the fruit being magical, it does not rot no matter how much time passes.
It’s really hard to find and can be sold for a large amount of money.
Another reason for the high price is the fact that Treants don’t interact with other races, and the troublesome Dryads, who manage this product, give it out sometimes as a present.
And thus, thanks for Dryad Trainee’s guidance, we were able to acquire food.
Ten days later.
I almost ran out of numbers to use. Tired.
150 thousand? Just counting that high is annoying.
Fifty pieces each.
After being named, the orcs evolved into high orcs. But since they weren’t named using my magical energy, there was no master-servant relationship between us.
Their strength did reach up to C+ immediately after evolving, but they settled comfortably in the C rank zone. Considering they were D ranks originally, this should be good enough.
They evolved into a race that can adapt to and make use of any situation.
Once they confirm the location, we plan to assist them with setting up tents. And, guiding them on necessary skills, we will set up each and every community.
Thus, we saw the orcs off.
The Orc General insisted that I work him to my pleasure.
I did want another laborer.
I also need to figure out what to do with the black full plate armor clad, two-thousand strong elite orc army.
Since they have a yellow aura about them, I decided to name them using a color and numbers.
Recently, I can use my『Great Sage』’s appraisal ability simply by looking.
As expected of 『Gluttony』’s Food Chain ability. It’s super effective!
Thus the later famous Yellow Corps was born. Numbers assigned indiscriminately of gender.
I’ll be later dispatching them to every community as production workers. At the present, there’s no choice but to have them do this kind of work.
I’m going to ignore any feeling of foreboding.
I’ll incorporate the Orc Lord’s ambition, the one he got from Gelmudo. Just thinking about that Clown’s face makes me angry, but to the orcs he’s an important benefactor.
So, the name I will bestow upon him,
「With respect given to Orc Disaster’s dying wish, you shall henceforth be known as Gerudo!」
At that moment, the Orc General’s body was enveloped in a yellow aura, and he began evolving.
As always, I entered a lowered activity state (Sleep Mode).
And the following day,
The Orc Elite has all evolved into High Orcs.
Considering that Goblin Riders are also ranked C+, I seem to have acquired a rather powerful army.
So perhaps I shouldn’t be comparing them.
He had gained the unique skill 『Gourmet』with abilities「Stomach, Supply, and Demand」.
As expected, he no longer has any of the abilities he got from cannibalizing. Simply because he has no need for them.
Perhaps because he had endured the pain and suffering, he became such a rational and dignified monster.
If he desired to go on independent, I would permit it.
And perhaps the Death March has finally come to an end.
I joked to myself.
The goblin soldiers have finally returned. Their numbers greatly reduced, with only 4,000 survivors.
Too much intervention would be harmful to them.
Now then, should we take our leave?
Though our time hear was a mere three weeks, this war felt rather long.
The forest disturbance story thus comes to an end.
Gabil was brought before the Lizardmen’s Head, his father.
His was fed every morning and every evening, but no one had said anything. This kind of lifestyle continued on for two weeks.
While he acted in what he believed was everyone’s best interests, his foolishness almost annihilated the entire race.
He had no excuses to say, nor any desire to come up with any.
Gelmudo who had betrayed him. Ignoring that fact, the Slime who had saved him.
While that was not a mistake, it also was.
Unique and Named, a truly special monster.
Why did you save me?
That thought was on his mind every day for two weeks.
He stood before his father.
A father who, as usual, did not show his emotion. Ah… death penalty, huh?
A leader cannot show weakness. He must uphold law at all cost.
He resolved himself to quietly accept his punishment.
「I will pass judgment! Gabil, you are exiled. You are forbidden to ever call yourself a Lizardman.
Further, you are forbidden to ever return. Leave! Show your face among us no longer!」
Eh?
His father’s guards lead him by the arms outside the caves.
And to the confused Gabil,
「Don’t forget this! Don’t lose it, okay?」
He was told, an something was thrown to him.
Tears falling from Gabil’s eyes, he wanted to say something to his father.
Filled with various emotions, he could only bow in gratitude.
To the city under construction he had once visited.
After walking a bit,
「Please wait a minute. Gabil-sama!」
Someone called out to him.
His 100 subordinates.
「Wha-what are you doing, idiots! I was exiled!」
「「「Yeah!!!」」」
They responded with a smile.
This is no place to shed tears. Like my father, I must learn to act with dignity. , he thought.
「What will I do with you! Got it. Follow me!」
And thus he walked.
Filled with a different kind of self-confidence than before.
Gabil’s group joined up with Rimuru a month later.