From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 217: Urgar’s Daughters Meet Byung?!

The orcs’ horses came to a halt right in front of him, their massive hooves churning up dirt and grass as the three riders pulled back on their reins with practiced ease. Byung had no idea how to react because these might be orcs from the Stonehide tribe—the Chieftess’s warriors who he should theoretically recognize as allies. But there was no way of telling for certain because he didn’t memorize everyone’s faces, couldn’t distinguish between different orc clans at a glance. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Byung looked to his right and left in confusion, searching for the dark elf who had been beside him moments ago. But she was nowhere to be seen—vanished completely as if she’d never existed. Luckily, he had seen this kind of magic before during his encounters with the previous elf he encountered and was aware that all she had done was use a spell to camouflage herself rather than actually teleporting away. And somehow, through some sense he couldn’t quite explain, he knew exactly where she was—could feel her presence like a cold spot in his awareness despite her being invisible to his eyes.

Byung made a split-second decision and quickly rushed toward the orcs, his hands raised in what he hoped was a non-threatening gesture. "Help!" he called out, hoping they would be reasonable.

The youngest of Urgar’s daughters was ecstatic that she could finally stretch her legs after the long journey. "Finally! Action!" Mazga shouted with pure joy.

The oldest sister, Thulga, tried to speak—"Wait, let’s assess—"—but Mazga had already leaped from her horse with athletic grace. She brought her fist down in an overhead strike that would have divided Byung in half if it connected, the blow packed with enough force to crater the ground.

Byung was utterly confused about why she was attacking him—he’d asked for help, shown no aggression. But his body reacted on instinct before his mind could process the threat. He managed to move out of the way at the very last second, his enhanced reflexes carrying him sideways just as her fist slammed into the earth. The impact was tremendous, sending chunks of soil and rock exploding outward.

The young orc was genuinely surprised he had managed to dodge. "Oh! He’s fast!"

Byung raised a brow after processing what just happened. "Are you from the Stonehide tribe?" he asked carefully.

But this was where the oldest sister took over. "Stand down, Mazga," Thulga commanded from atop her horse. "We are not Stonehide. We are the daughters of Urgar, Warlord of the Eastern Territories. I am Thulga. This enthusiastic fool is Mazga, my youngest sister. And that—" she gestured to the third orc who remained mounted, "—is Roktha."

Byung instantly knew upon hearing that name that he must have been sent to a location much closer to Urgar’s home territory than where he’d been captured. But what were the astronomical chances that he would be placed right in the path of these specific orcs?

He opened his mouth to respond, but Mazga tried to launch another attack. Her leg swept up in a devastating roundhouse kick aimed at his head.

But without even looking at the attack, operating purely on instinct he didn’t understand, Byung caught her kick with his hand. His fingers wrapped around her ankle with minimum effort, stopping the tremendous force cold. The shockwave from the impact shot outward in a visible ripple, but Byung himself remained completely unaffected.

All three orcs looked absolutely stunned. They couldn’t believe what he had done—catching Mazga’s full-powered kick like it was nothing. Even Byung was shocked because he had no idea how he had accomplished it. He just... did.

Mazga lowered her foot slowly, then rushed forward and crouched right in front of him, bringing her face to his eye level. Her eyes sparkled with childlike excitement. "How did you do that?!" The question carried genuine amusement and wonder, very much like a child discovering something new.

Byung knew he had to sell his non-threatening nature. "I’m not a threat to you," he said carefully. "I don’t even know how I got here."

Due to Mazga standing directly in front of him, blocking most of his view, the other two sisters were now out of his direct line of sight. And in that moment, something strange happened. Thoughts that weren’t his own suddenly flooded his consciousness—clear as if someone had spoken them aloud.

"Could this goblin know something about Kraghul?"

"He’s too strong to be normal. Father said Kraghul was hunting unusual goblins..."

The thoughts were about Kraghul. About their missing brother. Byung’s body immediately tensed up. But in his state, without memory of acquiring mind-reading abilities, he thought they had spoken these thoughts out loud.

"You three are Kraghul’s sisters?" Byung questioned suddenly.

All three orcs looked surprised by his statement—Mazga’s eyes widening, Roktha sitting up straighter, and Thulga’s expression shifting to sharp suspicion.

"How did you—" Thulga began.

But Mazga finally moved out of his direct line of sight, and Byung saw an arrow headed right at him. Roktha had drawn her bow while he’d been distracted. He couldn’t move out of the way in time.

But Mazga’s hand shot out and helped him parry it, her palm slapping the arrow aside. "Hey!" she shouted at her sisters, genuine anger in her voice. "Don’t hurt him! I like him!"

She positioned herself between Byung and her sisters protectively, then looked back at him with that wide smile. "Do you know our brother?" she asked with enthusiasm. "Kraghul? Big guy, really strong, kind of an idiot sometimes?"

Byung knew with absolute certainty that he had to be careful now. His answer could define his fate—whether these orcs became allies, enemies, or something more complicated. They were searching for Kraghul, who had clearly gone missing. And Byung had some connection to that disappearance, and knew exactly where he was.

If he admitted knowing Kraghul, they’d demand explanations. If he denied it, they’d know he was lying—he’d already revealed too much by knowing they were his sisters.

"I..." Byung began carefully, choosing each word with precision, "encountered him. But I don’t know where he is now. I can take you to the last location I heard he was in," Byung responded, looking them right in the eye.

It was honest enough to be believable, vague enough to avoid commitments he couldn’t keep. And maybe, just maybe, it would keep him alive long enough to figure out what the hell he was.