When the chat ended and the trio descended among the other gladiators, looks full of admiration were on Nafız. They had also played a role in taking the people who left the stands early outside. They had seen her fight with Astute with their own eyes.
"While I was enjoying myself in the mansion, what a tragedy that you stayed in such a squalid place!"
When Nafız spoke arrogantly, Alyon grinned wickedly and slapped the shoulder of the man next to him.
"This guy threw me into the dungeon when I first arrived, can you believe it?"
Morrison turned beet red; the incident he thought was forgotten was thrown in his face in the most unlikely place. Nafız, looking at the instructor without giving it away, continued walking saying, "The man knows quality goods!"
"Women, my friend, come on, let's drink to them tonight!"
Alyon, mingling with the gladiators taking Morrison under his arm, was planning to drink and have fun until morning.
When the day broke, there was an extraordinary situation at the city gates coming into operation. While entry to the city was provided with extremely strict controls, a convoy consisting of war vehicles suddenly appeared. When all eyes turned to them, the most conspicuous thing was the symbols on their vehicles.
On all of them, there were stamps in the shape of an orc fist inside a blood-red circle. The orc, getting out of the front vehicle accompanied by curious looks, approached the toll booth official.
"Open the passage; you will be entering the city as guests of Lord Marcos!"
While the orc spoke in a very harsh and commanding tone, the merchants who were here for trade before started giggling among themselves. Parthenia was a place where orcs were bought and sold as slaves along with the lowest creatures. What kind of joke was it for them to mention the City Lord's name?
When the toll officer arrived, everyone was in expectation of a spectacle, but what happened was completely different from what they hoped.
"Open the entrances!"
The toll officer, shouting at the gate guards, then turned to the orc who got out of the vehicle to talk to him and said, "Welcome to Parthenia! Please forgive me for keeping you waiting!"
"You are doing your job! Actually, you should have apologized if you accepted us without question!"
When the orc, turning his back and leaving, got into the vehicle, everyone's jaw dropped. The only thing missing was a red carpet rolled out in front of the orc, whom they expected to be cursed at in the best conditions.
The caravan arrived at the school of House Agustus by the shortest route; their comrades were waiting for them at the door. The gladiators inside the school had the luxury of watching what happened as if watching a theater play until they saw the orc getting off the middle wagon with a huge bow on his back.
The aura emitted by this person turning his gaze to the gladiators sitting on the side practically started to suffocate them. They didn't know what to do; they didn't even have the courage to lift their heads and look at the orc's face.
"Sangre, enough; what is this anger?"
When Nafız came to meet the convoy with Alyon and Morrison behind her, she scolded her student in the face of the scene she saw. If she hadn't called out to the blood warrior, the lives of the gladiators would have evaporated in the slightest spark.
"Ma'am, I learned what was done to you. Allow me, let me paint the streets of the city with human blood!"
When Nafız grabbed her student who wanted to kneel in front of her by the shoulder, Sangre spoke spitting fire from his mouth.
"Master, no matter what I said, I couldn't convince him; he kept grumbling all the way!"
Kitapkurdu hastily jumped into the conversation after his friend's outburst. Although the caravan was under Sangre's protection, the responsibility of the journey was on him.
"I understand you very well. As you can see, I am here and I have no problem with the people in the city. I warn you not to act impulsively; you can guess what will happen otherwise!"
Nafız, revealing her killing intent for a short while at the end of her speech, lowered the temperature of the environment by a few degrees.
"Yes, ma'am!"
When the noise made by the orc warriors shouting in unison stirred the training ground, the gladiators under pressure also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now rest a bit; we will be at the City Lord's mansion for dinner when the sun sets!"
"You two, come with us!"
When Nafız moved away with Alyon and her two students, the remaining warriors set off towards the places where they would rest accompanied by Morrison.
While the day progressed and ended in its routine without any other extraordinary event, a war machine intended for defense was slowly proceeding to the Lord's Mansion.
While the hosts waited for their guests at the sumptuous table, the vehicle entered the large garden of the big castle before it was too late. When the group of six passed through the corridors of the elegant castle with quick steps and arrived at the dining hall, a butler bowing respectfully would open the high wooden door for them.
"Welcome, my dear friends!"
With the arrival of the guests, everyone, especially the city lord, stood up to welcome them, but the scene in front of them was quite interesting. While Nafız and Alyon walked in front, there were two more orcs behind each of them.
While Alyon walked in front of Kuyag and Vahşiduvar, Nafız had her two students behind her. To the left of the female orc coming smiling stood a person of her height dressed in white silk clothes decorated with gold details, while on her right walked Sangre dressed as if he would enter a pitched battle in a moment.
Nafız had come wearing a battle outfit used by Mora specially for the dinner. She completed the elegant armor set with blood-red embroideries on black leather with her hair flowing from her shoulders. When she let down her hair which she constantly used tied up, it was easily seen that the reddening starting from the tips had increased by about two fingers more.
Alyon, revealing his matte black armor for the first time, was showing off in all his glory. The orcs behind the sharp-looking young man walking inside the equipment fitting him perfectly were tidy despite their surprised states.
Kuyag had joined the dinner with the armor of the ancestors' grace he never took off, and Vahşiduvar with a midnight blue fur he wore over his leather trousers.
Eftelya, running excitedly towards the group who obviously hadn't been in such an environment before from their every state, was startled suddenly just as she was about to hug Nafız. A pair of eyes was looking at her over the female orc's right shoulder.
"Oh my child, oh my kiddo, what am I going to do with you?"
After her sentence imitating Perran Kutman, Nafız hugged the young girl and headed towards the table together with Eftelya, who was almost completely recovered. Everything was perfect; the table was adorned fit for kings both with its arrangement and the food on it.
"Sit down, children!"
When Alyon saw that the orcs in their groups were waiting standing with the fear that it might be disrespectful when moving to the table, he would speak with a fatherly attitude. While the duo standing behind him and Sangre were standing, his son Kitapkurdu had immediately collapsed next to his master.
After their chief's words, Kuyag and Vahşiduvar had started moving to their chairs, but Sangre was still standing where he was like a knife ready to come out of its sheath. Alyon got a bit annoyed at the situation; no matter whose student he was, he was also an orc in his tribe and had to listen to his orders.
Nafız cast a glance at the orc waiting standing; when she turned back to her front, Sangre was also moving to his place to sit. Unlike the tense beginning, everyone around the table had bonded accompanied by the conversation deepening as time passed.
Even Sangre would have to leave his bow aside, but no one could separate him from his daggers. In the huge hall moved to after the meal, topics such as the administration of the city, relations to be established with Nikonya, and attacks they might suffer were discussed.
"Eftelya sweetie, could you come to me? I will introduce you to someone!"
The young girl had recovered and, in terms of beauty, had even surpassed the youth of Athena killed by her husband. While gliding in her candy pink elegant dress, everyone without exception stopped talking and watched her elegance.