That Time Hori And Miyamura Got Reincarnated In Another World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 9: The Birth Of Tempest Kingdom

After the battle against the Orc Lord, the battlefield was still, save for the quiet murmurs of the orc soldiers who remained. They stood, heads bowed, no longer the fierce army they once were. The defeat of their leader had shattered their will to fight, and now they awaited their fate.

Hori and Miyamura stood at the forefront of their army, the cheers of victory still echoing in the distance. They exchanged a glance, both knowing what had to be done. It was time to make a decision—one that would shape the future of their growing kingdom.

Hori stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “To all of you,” she addressed the remaining orcs, “your leader has fallen, but that doesn’t mean this has to be the end for you. We won’t kill you or punish you. Instead, we offer you a choice.”

Miyamura nodded, stepping up beside her. “You can stay and serve us, live in peace, and help us build something better. Or you can leave and go your own way. The choice is yours.”

The orcs, who had expected to be slaughtered, looked up in surprise. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they processed Hori and Miyamura’s words. Could they truly be offering them a chance to start over?

One of the orcs, bolder than the rest, stepped forward cautiously. “You… you would forgive us? Even after what we’ve done?”

Hori nodded. “Yes. What’s done is done, but we believe in giving people a second chance. Serve us, and we promise to treat you with respect.”

Miyamura crossed his arms, his gaze steady. “But know this—betray that trust, and we won’t hesitate to defend ourselves. We want peace, but we’re not weak.”

The orcs exchanged uncertain glances, their fear slowly giving way to hope. After a long, tense silence, the bold orc who had stepped forward knelt before Hori and Miyamura.

“We accept,” he said, his voice low but sincere. “We will follow you, serve you as our new lords.”

One by one, the other orcs followed his lead, bowing before their new rulers. It was a moment of relief, not just for the orcs, but for everyone who had fought so hard to secure peace. The lizardmen, who had fought alongside them, also knelt, pledging their loyalty.

Gabiru, humbled by the earlier battle, approached Hori and Miyamura with a deep bow. “You have my loyalty as well. The lizardmen will stand by your side, Lord Miyamura, Lady Hori.”

Hori smiled softly. “Thank you, Gabiru. Together, we’ll create something great.”

As night fell, the village of goblins, ogres, lizardmen, and orcs was alive with celebration. Fires crackled, casting a warm glow across the camp, and the sounds of laughter and music filled the air. Tables were set up, laden with food and drink as the people gathered to celebrate their victory.

At the center of it all, Hori and Miyamura stood on a small platform, ready to address the growing crowd. Benimaru, Shion, Shuna, Ranga, Gobta, Gabiru, and the others stood nearby, watching with eager anticipation.

Hori raised her hand, and the crowd quieted. “Tonight, we celebrate not just our victory, but the beginning of something new,” she began, her voice carrying across the crowd. “We are no longer just a village of goblins or ogres or lizardmen. We are one people, united in strength and purpose.”

Miyamura smiled at Hori before addressing the crowd himself. “And with that unity, we need a name. A name that represents who we are and what we’re building. From this day forward, we will be known as the Tempest Kingdom.”

A cheer erupted from the crowd, voices raised in celebration as the name was announced. Tempest Kingdom—their new home, their new future.

The banquet continued well into the night, with people dancing, eating, and sharing stories of the battle. Benimaru sat with a mug in hand, watching Hori and Miyamura from across the fire.

“They really are something, aren’t they?” he mused, taking a sip of his drink.

Shion, sitting beside him, nodded. “Their bond… it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The way they fight together, lead together… they’re perfectly in sync.”

Shuna smiled softly, her eyes following Hori and Miyamura as they moved through the crowd, their smiles warm and their hands often brushing against each other. “It’s not just their strength. It’s the way they care for each other, and for all of us. They lead with kindness, and that’s what makes them special.”

Gabiru, who had joined them, chuckled. “I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be following someone like that, but… I don’t regret it.”

As the night wore on, Hori and Miyamura found a quiet moment to themselves, sitting together on a small hill overlooking the village. The stars twinkled above them, and the sounds of celebration drifted up from below.

Miyamura glanced at Hori, a smile tugging at his lips. “We really did it, didn’t we?”

Hori leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. “Yeah. We did.”

They sat there in comfortable silence, their hands intertwined. But just as Miyamura leaned in, hoping for a rare quiet moment of romance, a familiar voice interrupted.

“Lord Miyamura! Lady Hori!” Shion called out, her voice cheerful as she approached. “We’ve prepared more food—come join us!”

Both of them jumped slightly, flustered by the interruption. Hori turned bright red, while Miyamura rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly.

“Ah, sure, Shion,” Miyamura replied, trying to play it off. Hori, still blushing, shot him a teasing look, and they both stood up to join the others.

As they walked back toward the celebration, Shuna joined them, smiling at their flustered expressions. “You two are adorable.”

Miyamura sighed, glancing at Hori, who was still blushing but smiling. “We can’t catch a break, can we?”

Hori chuckled softly. “Maybe one day.”

But for now, they were content to celebrate with their friends and family, knowing that the future of Tempest Kingdom was bright, and that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

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End of Chapter 9