I Wanted A Typical Fantasy Isekai, Not This!-Chapter 71: Heated Discussions…

Gabriella was indeed happy to bend over for James first thing in morning. She was as bubbly as ever when he left her room despite the trembling in her legs.

James headed back to Violets room before pausing suddenly. A noise from his stomach made him head down a hall, intent on bringing back breakfast now.

On his way to get food, faint shouting found his ear and his servants instantly drew their weapons.

He tensed as well, the witch cult attack fresh in his mind. James glanced at the two and set his jaw, they proceeded towards the noise at a jog.

Everyone relaxed a little when there wasn’t any clashing steel or magic blasts following the shouting match. Two women seemed very angry.

James recognized the room he stood in front of as the voices continued to argue back and forth in the audience chamber.

’Auntie sounds pissed.. what is going on in there?’

The guards at the entrance looked at him questioningly but opened the heavy wooden door as if he was supposed to be here.

James was nosy, so he couldn’t help himself from walking inside.

He froze a little when he saw the woman his aunt argued with.

Easily eight-foot tall, green skin and braided hair shook as she yelled, "And I’m telling you she cannot meet you! The Empress has been very clear on this matter!"

Anastasia looked like a true Queen as she stood from her throne, her formal clothes gleamed imperiously. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Then we have nothing more to discuss. Begone from my sight before I reduce you to ash."

The cold fury in his aunt’s voice made him shiver a little.

James used [Identify] on the woman and confirmed his suspicions of her race.

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[Name: Bashi Mith] [Race: Orc] [Age: 49] [Class: Death Knight] [Title: Head Collector]

Level: 82

Skills: (Information Hidden)

Perks:(Information Hidden)

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’Holy fuuuuuccckkk.... That’s a goddamn epic class man! And what’s with that title.. eugh.. creepy.’

That was one of the classes that stuck out to him back when he was selecting his own.

The Orc, Bashi, stood her ground and roared back at his aunt.

"Raise your hand to me if you dare human, I wouldn’t mind adding to my trophies today."

The air crackled with tension and James almost shit his pants.

’Why are they so angry first thing in the morning.. that’s a bad way to start the day!’

"Ahem.."

James coughed and gathered two very venomous looks. It was the only thing he could think of, he really did not want the war to start right here and now.

His aunt did a double take and opened her mouth in confusion.

"James? What are you doing here?"

Bashi scoffed as she stared at me, "Leave, little manling. This is not a discussion for your delicate ears."

A vein pulsed in James’s forehead at her words, his earlier trepidation erased. One thing he did not tolerate was disrespect to his manhood.

"Whose delicate ears are you talking about exactly? I know you weren’t referring to me, you overgrown toad!"

His faithful servants would always protect James no matter what, but they involuntarily took a step back. Who told their master to seek death so eagerly!

Bashi flinched a little and growled back, "Watch your mouth manling, or I’ll stuff it for you."

She rudely grabbed her crotch as his aunt gasped. She looked ready to trash the Orc, but James cut her off as he spit venom.

"You couldn’t fill my mouth with such a tiny thing! Listen here grandma, YOU watch YOUR mouth before I shut it for YOU. Who do YOU think YOU are, I’ll fold YOU into a pretzel and break YOUR pussy till YOU beg me to stop!"

James stomped forward in rage.

Bashi did the same as she yelled back at him.

"I’d like to see YOU try! YOU will be begging me to stop after one minute! Little boy, I’m going to wreck YOUR hole with my huge—"

Bashi wasn’t the only Orc in the room and was surrounded by her delegation as hands pulled her back.

Emily and Veronica were doing the same for James as they kept shouting vulgar words of sexual deviance at each other.

James’s face was still black in anger as he glared at the Orc, Bashi met his look and smirked. It took almost fifteen minutes to get them both under control. He tried to calm himself and focused on why it would be bad for a war to start.

He wanted to make peace, but the huge green slab of meats face kept pissing him off with provocative expressions.

His aunt was somewhat lost for words as she looked at her willful nephew.

Eventually, James spoke after swallowing his anger.

"What’s the issue here, auntie?"

She bit her lip and looked to struggle for an answer, not wanting to drag James into country politics.

It didn’t matter if she was going to tell him or not because Bashi spoke for her.

"The ’issue’ is that this blasted woman won’t reinstate our trade agreement."

His aunts face grew dark as she hissed back, "I’ve explained to you very clearly why I cannot."

Bashi clenched her fists and looked ready to break the thin veil of peace we just got back.

"Okay! I get the gist of the situation. Something needs to give here, both of you have to make some sort of concession. That way, everyone’s equally unhappy!"

James remembered his conversation with his aunt about why negotiations kept failing and tried desperately to find anything that would be useful.

His aunt shook her head stubbornly, "Until the raids stop, I have nothing I wish to discuss. Maybe if your Empress crawled out of bed, I’d be more willing to talk. I will not tolerate this disrespect towards my people."

James smacked his forehead and drug his hand down his face.

’I understand she wants to keep her people safe, but this will do more harm in the long term than good..’

Bashi spoke through gritted teeth then. Well, gritted... tusks?

"And I keep telling you that is out of our control! The raiders target our small villages too! Plus, I’ve already explained that the Empress is bedridden! Would you have her harm herself further, stupid human."

They were at a stalemate and James saw the civil discourse crumbling down rapidly.

’Shit. What am I supposed to do. Fuck hmmm...’

An idea struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"Why don’t you just create a joint-task force?"

His question made the women pause and they looked at him with raised eyebrows.

James explained then, remembering his time in the army. The war in the dessert wasn’t fought by the U.S. alone. Australia, Ireland, the UK and many other countries joined the war to combine forces.

They even had a couple bases stateside with the sole purpose of conducting joint military training exercises.

If both countries here were being attacked, James thought it made the most sense to team up. The enemy of enemy is my friend and all that good stuff.

He didn’t think he was some sort of mastermind and was shocked when the women considered his proposal deeply.

Bashi spoke while somewhat lost in thought.

"I’ve never heard of such a thing.. we aren’t allied but.. hmm.."

His aunt nodded seriously as she worked the idea around.

"Yeah.. not allied but we don’t need to be.. if I let Duchess Blazefall use her personal forces instead of the main army... then nobody could oppose it in a court of law.."

The two women gradually worked out a plan and looked at James reverently. He coughed a little at the attention and tried to guide them back to the topic at hand.

"So.. can you agree to a trade agreement now auntie?"

His aunt but her lip in thought again and finally nodded after a while.

"Yes, I think I can.. Emissary Bashi, let’s proceed and with the intention of working together."

The Orc woman nodded and soon scribes and scholars entered the room to record the deal while giving advice.

The conversation droned on, and James lost interest as he breathed in a sigh of relief. He let himself wear a proud smile after a moment; he just stopped a whole fucking war from breaking out!

James still didn’t understand why the women hadn’t thought of combining forces before, to attack this common threat. It seemed that a strong sense of nationalism and self-reliance blinded everyone to the obvious solutions.

Isolation from other cultures was still prevalent today, a remanent of the witch cults influence all those years ago. It still created unease where there shouldn’t be any.

The Orcs were aggressive by nature, but hundreds and hundreds of years of development should’ve stopped this problem before it even began.

The more James thought about it, the more certain he was that something sinister was happening behind the scenes. Picking at the scab constantly, egging on conflict for no reason, only one group fit that description.

’The witch cult is trying to make a comeback..’

That was the only plausible answer, but it was one that James did not like.

For some reason, a heated discussion broke out again, making James stop is inner dialogue.

"Just thirty! That’s all we ask for, can you not even consider it!?" Bashi was desperately asking for something.

"Just thirty?! That’s a expenditure we cannot afford!"

James cut in then, wanting to settle the matter before it got out of hand.

"What’s the issue now?"

His aunt pointed at Bashi, completely outraged.

"She’s asking for thirty quota spots! Thirty!"

Bashi wasn’t angry this time and instead looked at his aunt pleadingly.

"Our male population is under 15%! We just need a little support to stabilize the situation! Can you not even consider it?"

Anastasia shook her head solemnly.

"I apologize, but no, I cannot consider it. Men are too valuable to be forced into such a situation, what if they turn infertile from the stress?"

Bashi sighed and lowered her head, accepting defeat. James kinda felt bad for the woman and her delegation as their expressions fell.

’I’m such a good guy.. damn it. Why do I always need to stick my head in places it doesn’t belong..’

James cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"Auntie.. what if I helped them out?"