The Time-Stop Breeding Uncle Wants To Retire – Chapter 134

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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[T/N: hey guys I fucked up the release I released this one before the last dahahaha chap so please go one back and read that one]

Times had changed.

Unlike before, when they were preoccupied with defending against demon attacks, the Multi-Racial Alliance was now taking an offensive stance.

The Human Kingdom had already secured territory from the demons, and even the Dwarf Kingdom had begun mass-producing iron golems to exterminate demons and monsters.

The Orcs had always been fighting the monsters descending from the north. Now, only the other races remained.

Hans was very pleased with the current situation.

Unlike the original story, they were slowly counterattacking while the demons were weakened.

Once all the demons were eliminated, what would he do…?

Whenever he thought about that, his thoughts would abruptly cut off.

Hans frowned.

He would have to address this issue eventually. But first, there was something more pressing.

In Hans’s hand was a parchment made of animal hide.

He had received one before.

It was a letter from Yuyeong, the leader of the 12 Tribes.

The letter’s contents were concise.

“Those damn Orcs are at it again.”

Even Hans couldn’t help but feel his temper rise.

He had barely managed to pacify them after that ridiculous Warrior’s Festival ordeal, and now they were causing trouble again.

While the Orcs’ military strength was a valuable asset – without them, dealing with the hordes of monsters from the north would be a headache – the 12 Tribes’ power couldn’t be ignored either.

From a strategic perspective, the 12 Tribes were even stronger than the Orcs.

They had a numerical advantage as well. Imagine those two fighting.

What would happen?

Hans sighed.

‘Well, I guess I have to do something about it. What other choice did he have?’

Besides, he didn’t want to disrupt the momentum of the Multi-Racial Alliance’s counteroffensive.

“Cluna, are you there?”

“Yes, Commander. Did you call for me?”

“I think I need to visit the 12 Tribes.”

“It seems there’s trouble with the Orcs.”

“That’s right. You’re well-informed.”

“I know most things.”

Cluna was an Elf who had lived for hundreds of years.

Considering that most Elves rarely left the forest, she was an unusual case, having traveled the continent since her coming-of-age ceremony.

Thanks to this, Hans had received a lot of help from Cluna.

However, even she didn’t know about the Purgatory Workshop. This meant the Dwarves had created it in secret.

Perhaps the seers had told them something. They had foreseen the demon invasion and created ruins with trials for the hero who would appear in the future.

Did they foresee my existence? No, let’s put that aside for now.

“One escort will be enough.”

“Yes, I understand. Who will you take?”

“Helia.”

Cluna paused and looked at him.

It was her way of subtly protesting. She rarely objected directly unless it was a serious matter, like now.

“Isn’t Lady Helia too young?”

“She’s exceptionally skilled for her age, isn’t she?”

“That’s true, but…”

“And I have some things to discuss with her.”

Lately, he had been feeling uneasy around Helia. But he couldn’t keep avoiding her just because of an unknown feeling.

Helia had been a dangerous character in the original story.

If things went wrong, she would betray the protagonist and join the enemy. In the worst-case scenario, the protagonist was even killed by her.

That’s how obsessed with power Helia was.

She was relatively stable now, but if he kept ignoring her, there was no telling what a stressed Helia might do.

So, he decided to take this opportunity to clear the air and go with Helia.

“What’s Helia been up to lately?”

“She’s been honing her swordsmanship.”

“I see, it’s good to train.”

“She said she realized her shortcomings.”

“…Could it be…?”

Hans briefly wondered if it was his fault, but then he shook his head.

He couldn’t be sure, but it seemed Helia was under a lot of stress. It would have been a disaster if he had left her alone.

While the Orcs and Beastmen were sworn enemies, they were relatively amicable now, with a common enemy before them. And if the Orcs had any sense, they would know that confronting the 12 Tribes wouldn’t benefit them.

Of course, they were muscle-brained, with only fighting on their minds, but the Orc he had met before, the Rusted Overlord, had been a decent chieftain.

At least he hadn’t tried to kill everyone indiscriminately. But if another Orc became chieftain, it would probably be a lot more difficult.

That’s what Hans was thinking.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of running footsteps in the hallway, and the door burst open.

Standing there was Helia, her red hair disheveled. She exclaimed in an excited voice,

“Y-you called for me, Teacher?!”

“Yes, so calm down.”

“I-I’m sorry, Teacher. I showed you an unseemly side of myself.”

Helia blushed and lowered her head, embarrassed.

Seeing her like this, Hans felt a complicated mix of emotions. She looked like a cute little kid.

No, no.

Helia was his disciple.

He had to take responsibility for her as her teacher. As the Commander, a sense of responsibility had taken root in Hans’s heart.

He stood up and said,

“Get ready. We’re going to mediate between the Orcs and the 12 Tribes.”

“Yes, Teacher!”

Helia readily agreed.

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Time passed, and autumn arrived.

Perhaps because he had been working so hard, even a simple wyvern ride felt like a reward.

Hans took a deep breath.

The crisp autumn air felt special.

Helia, too, was captivated by the autumn scenery below. Yes, a little relaxation is definitely necessary.

Hans had set out with a relatively light heart. It was just mediation, after all. And the Orcs’ favorable disposition towards him was also a factor.

This request should be over quickly.

At least, that’s what Hans thought. But Helia and the others didn’t share his optimism.

Everyone knew the Orcs and Beastmen weren’t on good terms.

“But why are the Orcs suddenly pursuing an expansion policy?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.”

“Teacher, you know something, don’t you? Tell me!”

“…Hmm.”

Hans was troubled by Helia’s pleading, her eyes sparkling like a child’s.

He didn’t know the exact reason. Those guys were capable of anything.

But he couldn’t give such a flimsy answer to a child who admired him.

To maintain his dignity as both Commander and teacher, Hans racked his brain for an answer.

“It seems something has happened to the Orcs.”

“Happened?”

“Like a change in leadership, perhaps. I don’t know the details, but that’s the only explanation.”

He gave the most plausible answer, while leaving himself an escape route.

Fortunately, Helia accepted his words without suspicion. To her, Hans was the truth.

Finally, the wyvern carrying Hans and Helia arrived at the territory of the 12 Tribes.

The location mentioned in the letter was Maple Mountain, a place renowned for its stunning scenery, even within the Rat Tribe’s territory.

At first, he hadn’t thought much of it, but seeing it in person, the scenery was breathtaking.

Hans and Helia, dismounting from the wyvern, gasped in awe.

“It’s truly beautiful, Teacher.”

“I’ve never seen a place like this.”

“Welcome, Sir Hans. We welcome you to Maple Mountain.”

Yuyeong, the leader of the 12 Tribes, was already waiting with her entourage against the backdrop of a sea of maple trees.

Hans looked at Yuyeong.

She bowed her head.

“Thank you for inviting me to such a beautiful place.”

“Not at all. How could we not offer such hospitality to Sir Hans, who has graciously answered our call?”

“So, what exactly happened?”

“You’re direct. I like that. To summarize… In that short time, the Orc leader has changed.”

“…”

‘Seriously?’

Hans could feel Helia’s admiring gaze intensify behind him.

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