From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 222: Grishka Makes Her Move! [FIXED!]

The female orcs had reached their destination under the cover of deep night, their wet clothes clinging to their bodies as reminders of the dangerous river passage that had brought them here. They had successfully breached the perimeters Borg had set up, slipping through defensive lines that should have caught them but didn’t, exploiting the vulnerability Shava had promised existed. The lack of guards in this section was striking—almost suspicious in how poorly this area was protected. If one could call this protection to begin with.

Maui had no idea what truly awaited them in Borg’s inner sanctum, and part of her wondered if this could very well be an elaborate trap set up by Shava. Perhaps the whole thing was a ruse—lure the Chieftess into a kill zone and eliminate the Stonehide leadership in one decisive ambush.

The chances that it was actually a trap, however, were significantly low when Maui considered all factors. They wouldn’t have asked Grishka—the legendary Stonehide Chieftess—to participate in the attack if betrayal was the goal. Maui was absolutely certain that Grishka was one character that couldn’t fall regardless of what enemies threw at her. So this must genuinely be a legitimate opportunity to remove Borg from power.

They reached the inner gates well past the middle of the night—approaching two in the morning, the dead hours when even sentries struggled against sleep. This was when Maui took over in terms of tactical strategy, even though Grishka possessed vastly more experience when it came to these kinds of operations.

She looked at Grishka for approval, uncertain if the legendary warrior would accept direction from someone so much younger and less proven.

The orc Chieftess didn’t react with words. She just looked at Maui with those intense eyes, her scarred face impassive. But the look itself was permission—a silent go-ahead that communicated trust and respect.

Maui felt her confidence solidify. "I need you to cause a commotion inside the settlement proper," she said quietly. "Draw every eye, every warrior, every ounce of attention Borg can muster. Your honor guards will protect the major exit points to make sure Borg doesn’t escape when things go bad for him." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

She continued: "There’s a high chance he’ll choose to flee once you come into the picture. Borg’s a coward at heart—he won’t stand and fight someone of your reputation if he has any alternative. And that’s something I’m not letting happen either."

Grishka nodded once in agreement, no hesitation. Her expression seemed to say "consider it done," though she remained characteristically silent.

Maui felt a flash of envy at witnessing this—this was the confidence of the truly strong, the certainty that came from knowing your capabilities exceeded the challenges ahead. She never imagined even a week ago that she would be the one leading this attack, that the legendary Stonehide Chieftess would listen to her tactical suggestions and implement them without argument.

But this deference must be specifically because Byung had left Maui in charge of settlement security before departing. In the goblin king’s absence, his authority transferred to those he’d designated. So in this moment, Maui was acting in the stead of Byung—a goblin she was now bound to follow through circumstances that still felt surreal.

The four honor guards moved immediately upon receiving Grishka’s silent command, disappearing into shadows with practiced efficiency to secure the perimeter. They were not as individually strong as Grishka—few warriors in the world were—but they were still considerably stronger than most of these settlement orcs who had grown soft under Borg’s corrupt leadership.

Grishka was next to move. She strolled into the settlement proper through the main pathway with her massive broadsword dragging along the ground behind her, the blade carving a visible furrow in the packed earth. The metallic scraping sound echoed through the quiet night, designed specifically to draw all attention to herself.

The reaction was immediate. Orcs who had been going about their late-night business froze in place as they recognized her. Her distinctive appearance was unmistakable: the powerful build, the scarred face, and most distinctively, her hair that marked her as not just the brute but one who had taken over a tribe forcefully.

The very first thought visible on their faces was to run, to flee from this walking legend. But for some strange reason they couldn’t articulate, they stood their ground. Gulping audibly, sweating profusely despite the cool night air—but they didn’t run away.

Grishka simply buried her sword deeper into the ground with a final decisive thrust, then sat down cross-legged beside it in a posture of complete non-aggression. Her message was clear: she wasn’t here to slaughter indiscriminately. At least not yet.

Every orc present was shocked she wasn’t immediately attacking. But the longer Grishka sat there in meditative stillness, more orcs emerged from buildings and gathered around her like she was some kind of celebrity. The crowd grew from a dozen to two dozen to fifty, warriors and civilians alike drawn by curiosity.

"Is that really her?" one young orc warrior whispered to his companion in utter horror.

"Has to be," another responded. "Nobody else looks like that. Nobody else would dare just walk in here like they own the place."

"Why isn’t she killing us?" a third asked, genuinely confused.

An older warrior pushed through the crowd, his scarred face thoughtful. "Don’t be stupid. This is a power move. She’s showing us she’s so far above our level that we’re not even worth fighting. That’s more terrifying than if she’d come in swinging."

"Should we alert the chieftain?" someone asked nervously.

"And provoke her?" the older warrior snapped. "You want to be the one who starts a fight with that?" The fear was clear and this was proof that fear was an effective tool to keep people in check.

A female orc near the front spoke up: "My grandmother served under the previous Stonehide Chieftain. He said the Stonehide line produces warriors once a generation who redefine what strength means."

"I heard she single-handedly held a mountain pass against two hundred raiders," another voice added. Of course, this might very well be an exaggeration

Grishka remained perfectly still through all this speculation, her presence alone doing exactly what Maui had intended—creating a massive distraction.

This approach did an excellent job, Maui acknowledged from her concealed position. Grishka had remembered Maui’s specific instruction about how killing these warriors unnecessarily would be a waste—they would need these orcs later to help search for Byung after Borg had fallen.

All the orcs present were clearly smart enough not to provoke Grishka despite their numbers. They maintained respectful distance, kept weapons sheathed. Because they understood instinctively: this warrior was the single reason their settlement hadn’t been able to venture too far from their defensive positions in over a month. Her mere existence in the region had created a zone of control that limited their operations.

And now she was right here in front of them.

While the crowd continued growing, Maui and Shava slipped past the distracted warriors with practiced stealth. They moved through shadows and between buildings, using the commotion as perfect cover.

They both knew that Borg would be informed of Grishka’s presence very soon—servants would run to wake him, guards would report. So Maui and Shava only had a very limited window to work with if they were going to gain the upper hand and catch him before he could mount an effective defense or attempt escape.

The real operation was just beginning and Maui had a plan that even Shava knew nothing about.