Reincarnated as a chicken

Into the Tyrant

Dorm had left Ooo.

That was all the goblins could think of. Their last line of defense had left them because of their selfish attitudes. They realized how grim their situation was and were arguing amongst themselves. They wanted to someone else to be chief but did not know who.

There was no goblin nearly as smart or as strong as Dorm was. Even his protégé, who was the closest to him had left alongside him. The goblins reached a consensus. They needed to find Dorm and beg him to come back.

Sadly when they tried, either the goblins came back with multiple injuries, or they didn't come back at all. They had sparked a very dangerous hatred in the heart of Dorm. That was why he left. He knew that if he had stayed he would have killed more of them.

Now, Dorm just spent his days in the forest, searching for his child. The spirit had said that the child was safe, so he had assumed that the child was in the care of the spirit. He could only think of searching for the Spirit Well, which is where all spirits are said to live. Naturally, it would be impossible to gain access unless one were a spirit himself, so it meant that his child was at least close to the Spirit Well, while being cared for.

If he could find her, then that was all. It had been a year since he left the clan, and both he and his protégé had been searching the forest tirelessly. His protégé had evolved into a Hob-goblin like himself, so he gave him the name, Gorm.

Finally, after a year of searching, they had arrived at a place that they believed to be the closest to the Spirit Well. It was a dark elf tribe that worshipped the spirits. They had told him that a certain albino Hob-goblin had been brought to their village by a spirit, but they were not allowed to see the girl.

"That's preposterous. She's my daughter!"

He slammed the ground as he snarled at the shrine maiden who maintained a calm and collected expression.

"I am sorry, but it's the will of the spirits."

"Dorm..."

Gorm tried to calm him down, but Dorm glared at him.

"I just want to see my daughter! Is that too much for a father to ask?"

The pain of having to hold his dead wife's body had been somewhat filled with relief when he found out that she had given birth successfully. To top it off, a spirit had confirmed that his daughter was safe. Then he knew that he only wanted to see his daughter at least once.

Suddenly the oddest thing happened. The Shrine maiden's eyes were filled with a white light and she begun floating in the air.

"Oh? You again? I last remember seeing you holding the corpse of your wife."

Dorm instantly recognized that voice and was filled with anger, anxiety, awe and fear at the same time. He didn't know how to react so his face remained guffawed.

"What brings you here?"

"..."

"Hurry it up. I don't have all day."

Dorm shook his head and was brought back to reality.

"I-I just wish to see my daughter."

"Hmmm? And why would I let you do that? I made a promise to your wife. I swore that I would protect the child from external threats. Threats such as yourself."

"But it's my child. Is it wrong for a father to see their child at least once?"

The spirit possessed dark elf put her hand to her chin as if in thought.