From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 200: Shava Desperate Plea! [FIXED!]

Shava managed to escape from Borg’s territory through careful timing and planning. She left when the patrol had set out to monitor their borders—a routine sweep that happened every few weeks, pulling warriors away from the central settlement and creating a window of opportunity for someone who knew the schedule.

The journey to the goblin settlement took a single day of hard travel. She knew the route well from previous scouting and moved quickly, pushing herself to cover the distance before Borg realized she was gone and sent warriors after her.

When she arrived at the settlement’s perimeter late in the day, exhaustion had reduced her normally proud bearing to desperation. She was immediately apprehended at the gate by goblin guards who recognized her as an unfamiliar face—an orc from outside their alliance. Their weapons were drawn instantly, spears pointed at her with suspicion that spoke of recent conflicts.

"State your business," one guard demanded, his scarred green skin testament to battles that had taught him not to trust strangers.

Shava raised her hands slowly. "I need to speak with Maui. Please, tell her Shava is here. She knows me."

"We don’t—" the guard started, but another interrupted.

"Wait. I’ll get Maui. But if this is a trick, you won’t leave here alive."

Shava noticed while she waited that there were orcs living within the settlement—dozens of female orcs moving freely through the streets beyond the gate, going about their business as if this were their home. The Stonehide tribe had relocated here. If Byung had convinced them to join him, his power base was far stronger than anyone realized.

Then Maui appeared from across the courtyard, and Shava saw the exact moment recognition hit. The green-eyed orc’s expression shifted from cautious curiosity to something more complex—surprise, confusion, and then a hardness that made Shava’s heart sink.

"Shava," Maui said, her voice carefully neutral as she approached. Then to the guards: "Leave her alone. I’ll handle this."

The goblins obeyed immediately, stepping back while maintaining a defensive perimeter. Maui studied her old friend with eyes that missed nothing—the exhaustion, the fear poorly hidden behind forced composure, the desperation.

"Maui, I—" Shava started.

"Don’t," Maui cut her off, her voice still controlled but carrying an edge that hadn’t been there before. "Not here. Follow me."

They walked in tense silence toward a more private area. Shava’s eyes widened at the organization she saw—proper streets, functional buildings, goblins and orcs working together. This was what Byung had built, what Maui had helped create.

Once they reached a quiet courtyard, Maui finally turned to face her. "Why are you here, Shava? Last I heard, you were comfortable in Borg’s territory, keeping your head down and your legs spread,"

The accusation in those words hit harder than any physical blow could have. "Maui, please listen—"

"I am listening," Maui said, crossing her arms. "So talk. Tell me why you, who hasn’t sent word in months, suddenly shows up at my gates looking like she’s running from something."

Shava steadied herself. "I need help. Borg—he murdered Kragg. He blamed it on goblin captives, then slaughtered them all to cover his treachery. He’s consolidating power through blood and lies, and I—" Her voice cracked slightly. "I said nothing. I let it happen."

Maui’s expression shifted, genuine sadness flickering across her features mixed with something darker—disappointment, maybe even disgust. "Kragg is dead?"

She had heard rumours regarding this outcome but there was no solid proof to back it up which left her in a hopeful state that it was false.

"We couldn’t find his body," Shava continued, the words tumbling out now. "Borg claims the goblins disposed of it, but without a body, no one knows for certain if he’s truly dead or alive. Some whisper that maybe he survived, but without proof, Borg maintains control. Kragg’s supporters can’t rally, and no one can formally accuse Borg of murder."

Maui was quiet for a long moment, processing this. When she finally spoke, her voice carried a coldness that felt worse than anger. "You knew Borg killed Kragg. You watched him slaughter goblin captives to cover it up. And you said nothing."

"I was afraid—"

"You were afraid," Maui repeated, her voice flat. "The same Shava who once told me that strength without honor was worthless. The same warrior who swore she’d never become like the corrupt warlords?"

The words cut deeper because they came from someone who knew her, who had shared confidences and dreams of a better way. "Maui, I know I failed. I know everything that’s happening, I had a role to play in it. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m begging you—"

"Begging me?" Maui’s eyes flashed. "You stood by while Borg murdered goblins, and now you come to a goblin settlement asking for help? Do you understand how that sounds?"

Shava dropped to her knees, the gesture desperate and un-orc-like, but she was past caring about pride. "Please, Maui. I know I don’t deserve your help. I know I betrayed everything we used to believe in. Those goblins died because I was too much of a coward to act. But Borg will become worse if he’s not stopped now, and there’s a time limit."

Maui’s expression didn’t soften, but she didn’t turn away either. "What time limit?"

"The marriage," Shava explained, her voice breaking slightly. "Borg has arranged for us to be married—the ceremony is happening in less than a week. Once we say our vows, I’ll be bound to him. I won’t be able to oppose him, won’t be able to stop what he’s doing. He’ll have legitimized his rule through me." She swallowed hard.

Maui’s eyes widened slightly at this revelation, understanding flooding through her. "He’s forcing you to marry him."

"Not forcing," Shava said bitterly. "I agreed. I was too afraid to refuse, afraid of what he’d do if I said no. But once those vows are spoken, there’s no going back. I’ll be his, and everything I might have done to stop him becomes impossible. And I have seen it, there is someone outside of our settlement helping him,"

Maui considered this carefully, her anger mixing with something closer to pity now. The marriage would legitimize Borg’s rule completely. And if Borg proved as ruthless as described, he would eventually target Byung’s settlement. But she was not worried about this, there was no way for Borg to touch them with the power they had acquired unless he gained new alliances like Shava had suggested.

But more than strategy, there were those murdered goblins. Shava had stood silent while they died, but Maui wouldn’t make the same mistake.

"I’ll help," Maui decided finally, her voice still cold. "But not for you, Shava. For those goblins Borg murdered. For Kragg, who deserved better. And because if I don’t stop Borg, he’ll eventually threaten this place." She paused. "But only if you help us in return. Byung is missing, possibly in serious danger. You want warriors to deal with Borg? Fine. But you’re going to contribute everything you have to finding Byung after we get rid of Borg. Those are my terms."

Shava nodded quickly, relief and shame mixing. "Anything, Maui. I’ll do whatever you need."

"Good. Then we’ll—" Maui started, but then she noticed Shava’s expression change dramatically.

The kneeling orc had gone completely rigid, her eyes fixed on something behind Maui with pure terror. Maui turned and saw Grishka approaching—the Chieftess of the Stonehide tribe, moving with that distinctive predatory grace.

And that’s when Shava truly froze. This was the same Chieftess who had killed multiple orcs a few weeks ago during the goblin extermination.

Shava had been the nightmare they faced a few weeks back. Grishka had simply run into them—not to protect the goblins, but because they happened to be passing through.

When the orcs threatened the Stonehide Chieftess, demanding she who she was after seeing one of their own flayed, Grishka had shown them why such threats were foolish.

The Chieftess had moved like death incarnate in complete silence—she was mute, unable to speak. She tore through seasoned warriors with brutal efficiency. Shava had survived only because of where she was positioned.

Shava had been tracking the Chieftess ever since, gathering intelligence. There was a reason she had picked today after a month to come here.

She had known Grishka was here. She had come anyway, because stopping Borg mattered because she knew she couldn’t do it alone.

Grishka stopped a few paces away, her massive frame radiating violence. Her red eyes fixed on Shava with clear recognition—the Chieftess remembered her, remembered who had run that day.

The Chieftess’s face showed amusement, though no words came from her lips. Her expression communicated everything: You ran. And now you’re here, kneeling.

Shava couldn’t speak, couldn’t move beyond trembling.

Grishka’s eyes shifted to Maui, one eyebrow raised in silent question.

"She says Borg murdered Kragg and slaughtered goblin captives to cover it up," Maui explained. "She stood silent both times. Now she wants our help because Borg is forcing her into marriage in less than two days."

Grishka studied Shava for a long moment, then made a deliberate gesture—pointing at Shava, then at herself. She works under my command.

"Grishka says if you want redemption, you work under her direct command when we move against Borg," Maui translated.

Shava nodded frantically. "Yes, Chieftess. I understand."

Grishka’s expression showed she wasn’t interested in gratitude. Her hand made another sharp gesture—Get up.

"She says get up," Maui added coldly. "You haven’t earned redemption. Only the chance to try. And Shava? If you betray us, you won’t get the chance to run this time."

"I understand," Shava whispered, standing on shaking legs. "I won’t betray you. I swear it."

"Don’t swear to me," Maui said. "Swear to those dead goblins. And then prove it."