Rimuru: A Second Chance that Won't Be Wasted

Ogres Part 2: Conversation in the woods

A dark starry night sky above, lit only by the small flickering fires of a certain goblin village. The sound of celebration echoed through the forest, overlapping the chirping of crickets and the soft howl of the wind.

A large number of hobgoblins were celebrating and cheering, as their master had just praised the cooked kebabs that their chef had created. Nearby, a pair of ogres, with white and red hair respectively, sat on a tarp, alongside Rigur, Rigurd and Kaijin. By the serious looks on their faces, it was clear that they were in the midst of an important conversation...

"I can't believe that orcs actually attacked ogres..." muttered Kaijin, making sure that only those sitting beside him could hear. This was done to prevent dampening the party atmosphere. "Ogres are much stronger than orcs, so it's extremely unlikely that they would go against a stronger foe unless they are desperate."

"True...It is quite unexpected that they would do such a thing..." continued Rigurd.

"Regardless, they certainly did attack us." The red haired ogre spoke, his tone turning somber as he remembered that fateful night. "In the middle of the night, the orc army attempted to catch us off guard. They had weapons similar to that of humans, wearing suits of armor. Their numbers overwhelmed us. If it weren't for my father's foresight and the bravery of our warriors, I truly believe that none of us would have survived. Those despicable pigs."

"If what you say is true, then perhaps other nations are involved. Possibly even demon lords." called out another voice.

The group turned to find Rimuru leaning against a tree. He was wearing a loose black button-up shirt, paired with beige pants. Not too far away, the blue haired ogre flinched, surprised that the majin that they had met had managed to avoid his perception.

Rimuru then eyed the red haired ogre, beckoning him to continue.

"I don't know if demon lords are involved, but I know for sure that majin are. When the battle of our village was still chaotic, before my father organized their final stand, I witnessed a masked majin knocking down some of our comrades, alongside what appeared to be their general. Rolling around like a wheel, and moving at speeds that I could not track. It was powerful, extremely so."

Rimuru let out a sigh.

"I am assuming that you guys thought I was related to that masked majin, hence the attack on me and my subordinates. Though I do appreciate that you guys were truly trying to do good and did not cause casualties, try to think things through before attacking in a rage. Also, don't let your desire for vengeance guide you to oblivion."

To Rimuru, it seemed like a simple warning: control your anger and do not let it cloud your judgment. However, the message was different to the young ogre. Remembering the final words his father had imparted on him, as well as being already blinded by vengeance and anger, he took the advice the wrong way. After all, who was this majin that believed that he knew what was right and wrong? It wasn't as if he had gone through similar circumstances.

Grateful for the majin's help, yet insulted by his words, the red haired ogre let out a long sigh, before speaking.

"I must thank you for your mercy as well as your kindness, but... do not speak of things you would not understand."

Rigurd and Rigur, both of whom respected Rimuru a great deal, immediately felt insulted.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Asked Rigurd in a menacing tone.

The red haired ogre glared at them.

"As far as you are all concerned, you know nothing but relative peace. You would not understand the desire for vengeance, nor the pain of the loss of our loved ones. Do not attempt to dissuade us from our path of bloodshed."