Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

When Alaric and Garona appeared together in the monastery's dining hall, it unsurprisingly drew everyone's attention.

The dining hall was actually a side room of the monastery, where only the priests, nuns, and the commanders of the stationed troops dined. 

Although the meal arrangements made by the monastery's priests were not extravagant compared to those for ordinary soldiers, they still exceeded the usual fare.

However, due to the visit from an important figure from Stormwind today, Baron Glamon, the commander here, had arranged a relatively lavish dinner.

Everyone was quite pleased; the officers had been stationed here for a long time and missed the rich foods of Stormwind, while even the ascetic priests wouldn't mind enjoying a good meal now and then.

However, with the arrival of the half-orc, the atmosphere shifted instantly.

The priests and nuns remained relatively calm, as their nature allowed for a more equitable view of all beings, regardless of their kind.

In contrast, the officers present immediately changed their expressions, throwing nervous, hostile, and disgusted glances at Garona. Some even instinctively reached for their swords.

Seeing this, Garona tensed up, and Alaric could feel her muscles coiling, ready to react to any potential threat.

"Lower your weapons! Do not act violently in front of Lord Sandor!" Faced with the situation, Baron Glamon had no choice but to awkwardly intervene.

"Miss Garona is not our enemy right now; she is a guest of Lord Sandor. Please, everyone, remain calm."

Under his persuasion, the officers' emotions softened somewhat, at least no one had their hand on the hilt of their sword anymore.

It was evident that he was skilled in military matters; he was not merely a drunken fool but commanded considerable respect among the officers.

Garona seemed to relax a bit.

As a rogue, she appeared quite uncomfortable without her dagger, especially in the heart of human territory surrounded by armed foes. She leaned closer to Alaric, as if seeking a bit of security.

Alaric gave her a comforting pat and then guided her to sit at the dining table.

As the highest-ranking individual present, Alaric took the seat of honor, with Garona beside him.

This was Garona's first time sitting at a human table and dining with humans, leaving her somewhat flustered. 

The wooden chair felt as prickly as a thorn bush, making her uncomfortable, and her green hands didn't know where to rest.

What made her the most anxious was that, apart from Alaric, there was another human sitting next to her.

This human appeared even weaker than Alaric, the mage, and Garona believed she could break his neck with a single hand. Yet this didn't lessen her nervousness.

After witnessing the earlier hostility directed at her, she suddenly felt a sincere desire to build good relations with these humans. 

She didn't want her friends to feel troubled because of her anymore; however, she was unsure how to make the other humans like her—at least not dislike her. 

After all, she bore a resemblance to those orcish enemies who had slaughtered countless humans, sharing similar skin tones.

Just as she was grappling with her thoughts, the "weaker" human surprisingly initiated a conversation with her.

"Hello, Miss Garona… I heard Baron Glamon address you as such. My name is Fidel Freyle, and I'm the bishop here."

As expected of the bishop of Northshire Monastery, Fidel was much more tolerant in the face of the half-orc than the soldiers.

Looking at the kind smile on the elderly man's face and his genuine friendliness, Garona felt much better. She replied in her halting common tongue, "You… hello, Freyle… Bishop… very… happy… to meet… you."

Faced with Bishop Fidel's warmth, Garona quickly dropped her guard and started chatting with him, while he patiently listened to her rather clumsy common language.

Alaric was pleased to see this.

Because for Garona to betray her tribe and stand by his side, he knew it would take more than just his own strength and influence to achieve that.

Garona needed to see goodwill from more people, at least to feel that she could live more happily among humans than among orcs. Humans—or rather, the various races of Azeroth—were more accepting of her compared to orcs.

In this regard, Fidel was setting a good example.

Seeing the bishop conversing with the half-orc (in their eyes), the soldiers gradually lowered their defenses and hostility toward Garona—after all, Bishop Freyle, who was respected and capable of healing them, had far more influence among them than the newly arrived Alaric.

However, there were still a few officers who held strong animosity toward Garona.

While waiting for the dishes to be served, one officer suddenly spoke up. 

"Lord Liv, I believe I need to remind you," he said sternly, "I don't know how this half-orc who speaks our language has deceived you, but I must say, you should not be swayed by this female half-orc. Though she is somewhat attractive, she is our enemy and quite dangerous; during the pursuit of her, she took down six or seven of us by herself."

At this statement, everyone gasped in shock.

He actually dared to say that.

What seduction, what attractiveness—wasn't this just a blatant mockery of this important figure from Stormwind being enchanted by her beauty?

Baron Glamon's expression shifted, and the officer's comrades whispered to him, fearing that Alaric would erupt in anger.

However, the first to rebut him was Garona.

"I… did not deceive… Sandor," she said in a stammer but with firm determination. "Garona will not… deceive Sandor. Sandor is… my… friend."

It was rare that she didn't make a mistake this time.

Seeing her nervous yet earnest expression, Alaric couldn't help but chuckle. He reassuringly patted Garona's head, saying, "Don't worry; I won't doubt you."

Then, he turned to the officer.

"First, I appreciate your reminder," he said in a cold tone. 

"However, I know Garona better than you do. I understand her character and whether she is our enemy or not. I want to ask you, do you believe in the Light?"

"Who? Me?" Alaric's sudden question caught the officer off guard. After a moment, he stammered, "Yes… yes, my lord, I believe in the Light."

"And I believe in rules and arcane magic," Alaric continued stiffly.

"To my knowledge, there are druids and sea gods in Gilneas; you see, even among humans, there are different beliefs. 

Therefore, there is no reason to assume that all orcs are the same, and you should not hastily treat her as an enemy."

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