After hearing what the chief orc said—
"..."
Verc was completely speechless.
He stood there, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword, trying to wrap his head around what was happening. He had prepared himself for a life-or-death struggle against some strong monsters, and instead, they were calling him a Great Demon Lord.
The title was so unexpected that it actually confused him.
'A Demon Lord? Me? Since when?'
Verc thought, his brow furrowing as he looked at the kneeling orcs.
'I just built a house. I didn't start a rebellion against the world.'
However, the lack of words from him was misinterpreted by the orc tribe. To the orcs, Verc's silence wasn't confusion— it was cold, calculating judgment.
After all, Verc hadn't pulled back his threatening aura yet, and the [Dominion Aura] was still pressing down on their shoulders like an invisible weight. He hadn't sheathed his sword back in its scabbard either.
