Contrary to the last time, all orcs except Nafız were wearing suits today. Sangre and Kitapkurdu were dressed in black from head to toe; they only had red handkerchiefs in their jacket pockets. The female orc had also chosen red leather armor from her master's wardrobe. Mora was a woman with great taste; even her battle clothes had eye-catching details.
While the clothes of these people made humans dizzy, the real bomb was the orc walking in front. This person, wearing a white shirt under a bright red suit, was wearing a large black bow tie. The orc carrying a huge bouquet of flowers and a box of sweets in his hand was none other than Çekiçdöven.
When Çekiçdöven gave the flower to Yarmagül, the atmosphere got completely confused. Nafız's group, sitting in their places as if everything was normal, lined up right next to him.
Neither he nor his students paid attention to Alyon's questioning looks; the young commander's eyes were seeing only one person anyway. Thus, the meal started and was completed without much incident.
"Now let's move to the grand hall together. Yarmagül, pour us each a glass of wine!"
Without distinguishing between human and orc, everyone froze at Nafız's words; seeing this, the female orc spoke again.
"Such is the custom! Run along; the service is on you tonight!"
Although she was forced to speak twice, there was no trace of anger in Nafız's voice; she was scolding more mildly than ever. Usually, the two friends would sit close to each other, but this time, the female orc chose a place opposite Alyon.
During the events, one more person was not sitting idle; Kitapkurdu had beautiful Eftelya under close surveillance. Before the city was besieged, they had caught the chance to spend plenty of time with each other; the chief's son was trying to impress the young girl with his high intelligence and endless reservoir of knowledge.
The situation attracting the attention of a few people was a matter for tomorrow; tonight everyone was waiting for Nafız to spill the beans. When Yarmagül, serving the wines, also sat down, the female orc, shaking herself a bit in her seat, started speaking.
"Sir, the name of the young man next to me is Çekiçdöven. He has undertaken the command of the army besieging our city for a long time!"
Although the orcs at the dinner knew this, the humans would learn for the first time; the loving looks on their faces suddenly turned into hatred.
"The war is over, bad days are left behind; we are here for a benevolent cause tonight. You know his father disowned this boy; he has no elder over him. As a person he respects, he came and opened his trouble to me!"
While Nafız spoke, Kitapkurdu could barely hold himself back from laughing. There wasn't a single point reconciling what his master did with what she told.
"Now, Yarmagül is our tribe's daughter; I have to think about her well-being first!"
After these words, all orcs except the father and daughter couldn't hold themselves back and laughed, but a look from their chief would bring them to their senses.
"I looked at the boy; his lineage and family are worthy of us! He took his job into his hands at a young age, commanding an army of fifty thousand people. He is a bit stubborn, gets riled up quickly, but which orc isn't like that?"
"Nafız, say whatever you're going to say quickly. This conversation is starting to annoy me!"
When Alyon couldn't stand it while squirming in his seat from boredom, he snapped.
"Ah my friend, it is hard to be a father of a girl. You are right too; let me get to the point without prolonging it much. Everyone saw the young ones while fighting; they agreed, it doesn't fall to us to say a word, but still, you have fatherly rights over her."
Nafız, pulling a long breath into her lungs after speaking, dropped the bombshell.
"Sir, with the command and grace of the Ancestors, we ask for your daughter Yarmagül's hand for our son Çekiçdöven!"
"What! What did you say?"
Alyon and his daughter had said the same words at the same time, but their intonations were completely different. While her father was furious, his daughter looked like she would fly from joy.
The hulking orc was startled suddenly; he never expected his daughter to give such a reaction. It was obvious she had an interest, but showing it openly in front of everyone was a first.
The members of the three noble families of the city of Parthenia couldn't do anything other than watch what happened with amazement; what they saw were interesting things. Even they were aware of the electricity between the two orcs; actually, the result of the business was clear from the beginning.
"My precious friend, since the beginning of the war, you tried very hard so that nothing would happen to this boy, you even made a request for me not to kill him. I know you; how can I not understand that you chose him as your son-in-law at first sight? Look, your daughter is willing too; come on, don't drag your feet, don't come between lovers!"
Eftelya couldn't hold herself back at Nafız's words and started applauding; love stories had always been exciting for young girls. When her father Niko also accompanied her so that his daughter wouldn't be alone, other people didn't hold back either.
"Nafız, isn't this business a bit rushed?"
Alyon made his move to make things difficult, but his opponent was very experienced in these matters.
"Is that possible? Look, let's have the wedding; you'll have a grandchild as tall as you in less than ten moon cycles. The groom is built like a tank, really!"
The desperate chief looked at his daughter, then at Çekiçdöven sitting opposite him. Actually, he had a single reservation for the couple who were an ideal match. Throughout history, since these families possessing two bloodline powers were constantly in struggle, no marriage bond had been established between them.
He would make his decision after thinking a while longer. He was the person who would liberate the Orc Steppes and change everyone's life. What harm could there be in starting with his own family first?
"Okay, since it has come to this point. I gave her away!"
The applause was louder than before; the decision for the marriage of two people fighting to the death had been taken. When the news spread among orcs at lightning speed, the soldiers of the two armies would also be very surprised at this.
It was now very easy to decide for the siege army left to die by their chiefs. Under their commanders, they would fight for Chief Alyon. When they declared their decisions, there was not the slightest doubt inside them; they swore to fight until they died.
Nafız voluntarily undertook the job of organizing the wedding celebrations. Meals were cooking in giant cauldrons; alcohol was flowing like water. The soldiers of the two armies were now comrades; how could fighting competitions not be held at such a feast?
The officers of the new army wanted to test themselves; they asked for orcs of their own rank against them. When each of the poor souls who didn't know what would happen to them got cut down to size, they understood how big the difference between them was.
Almost all of Alyon's officers had reward dungeon equipment. Kuyag used only the durability of his armor. Vahşiduvar's shield and Sangre's flying daggers would win the admiration of the viewers; it was crystal clear that the stories they heard were true.
Although they set their eyes on Miloş on a whim, it was inevitable for them to suffer the fate of the blood warrior. While the assassin of years left the stage, he made eye contact with Sangre; the issue between the duo was deepening day by day.
While the marrying couple was carried on the throne, the crowd of approximately one hundred and fifty thousand people got thoroughly excited. With the participation of Parthenia nobles sitting at a grand table, the celebrations continued at full throttle. The large expenditure made would be like compensation for the damage the city people suffered under siege; all this fuss could be handled with the earnings from the mines.
Late at night, Nafız, going to the young couple's side, had a surprise for them.