From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 102: Another Traitor?!

Chapter 102: Another Traitor?!

"Wanna find out?"

"..."

"...he he..."

Rae snickered.

Alice stopped moving. Completely.

It was like a switch flipped in her brain and she suddenly achieved higher consciousness—transcended lust, reborn in apathy.

Slowly, she raised her head, turned just enough to look back at him over her shoulder... and stared with a deadpan expression so dry it could sandpaper a brick.

No moaning. No slutty blush. No breathy gasps.

Just:

"No. Nope. I don’t wanna find out what that means at all. I’m fine. You want answers? I can give them. Verbally. With words."

"...Oh."

Now Rae was the one stunned into silence. His devilish swagger crumpled like wet tissue.

What the hell just happened? One second she was arching like a mating call, and now she was speaking like a disillusioned librarian.

"Uh... yeah, go on..."

He scratched the back of his head, confused and just a little betrayed.

The entire mood, his glorious power play, the sultry build-up, the ’liege-worthy performance’, was gone.

’Just like that.’

Rae backed off, sighing as Alice turned to face him like a nun guarding the last ounce of her dignity. His devilish momentum had deflated like a leaky balloon.

’Man, what the hell is she gonna say now?’

He thought bitterly, eyes narrowing.

’That Celeste sees Laila as a cute little sister?’

’That she finds her non-threatening and adorable?’

’Maybe they braid each other’s hair and gossip about goblin boys, huh?’

He was already regretting asking.

He didn’t even care that much. He just wanted to plough her down until she was leaking prayers.

But nooo—his dumbass curiosity had to ask why Celeste, the spell-happy psycho who cursed even toddlers for sneezing too loud, had spared one goblin chick. Just one.

’Why? Why!?’

Then Alice hit him with something else entirely.

"W-who are you?"

Rae blinked.

"What?"

"I mean... are you really a goblin from this village, or... are you someone else?"

Rae’s heart did a weird tap dance.

’Shit. Shit. SHIT. Did she find out? No way, right? She can’t—She must be talking about something else’

He forced a crooked smile.

"I, uh... what kinda question is that, Madame? Rae is Rae. Good goblin. Loyal goblin. Thick dong goblin."

Alice didn’t smile.

And he became silent, staring at her.

’Is this the end?’

Not that he was worried, but he was enjoying this goblin mode of his.

Seeing Rae go oddly silent, Alice quickly tried to backpedal, her words stumbling over themselves like a drunk trying to recite poetry.

"What I mean is, uh... do you... have the same kind of... goblin-y village love stuff? Like, the whole ’we love our tribe’ kind of thing? Or... or are you..."

She paused, visibly flustered, her cheeks reddening like someone who just realized she texted her crush instead of her best friend.

"Someone who only comes for... you know..."

She didn’t finish the sentence. But she didn’t need to.

’Ahhh.’

Rae relaxed internally.

’So that’s where this is going. Not the big scary secret. Just horny confusion. Thank fuckin’ goblins.’

His lips curled into that familiar crooked grin, teeth flashing like a naughty little gremlin who just found a porno magazine in the woods.

"I’m someone who only comes to plough milfs like you. He he he."

"Ughhh..."

Alice groaned, a soft sound escaping before she could swallow it.

Her thighs clenched together on instinct, like a door trying to keep out a storm it secretly wanted to let in.

"But... why did you ask me that?"

Rae tilted his head, still genuinely puzzled.

Alice took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

Then she locked eyes with him—steady, serious, with just a touch of something Rae couldn’t quite name.

Vulnerability? Fear? Lust? Regret?

Whatever it was, Rae felt a chill go down his spine.

But Rae couldn’t back out now.

Not after all this milf-ploughing, villain-messing, and tent-lighting drama.

He was in too deep.

Literally and figuratively.

Alice gulped, then dropped the bomb like it was made of cursed bricks and guilt.

"The reason the Goblin King was defeated... and why the goblins were enslaved... was because of Laila."

!!!

Rae blinked.

"...What the fuck did you just say?"

Surely, he misheard. His brain stalled like a bad cartwheel on a cobbled road.

"I said, she was the traitor who tipped us off about the Goblin King’s location."

"She got him drunk the night we came."

"Slurring, sloppy, but very much the all powerful goblin king. It took us some time, but we wouldn’t have done it, if he wasn’t drunk at all."

Bomb. After bomb. After bomb.

Rae felt like someone had just rewired his entire skull.

Laila. The same goblin woman that looks at him like he was a just a dirt? The sharp eyed bitch?

That Laila was a fucking traitor?

There was nothing about this in the original Rae’s memories.

Not a whisper, not a rumor, not even a dramatic gossip circle with a suspiciously long pause. Nothing.

’Laila... was a traitor? Holy molly! Now that’s a revelation!’

He had a hundred questions. A thousand, actually. But one rose to the top, burning like a torch held to his brain:

"You said she was the reason the goblins were enslaved, right? Why? How did she do that?"

Hearing the question, Alice glanced around the tent like the shadows had ears.

Her gaze sharpened, every movement cautious.

Then, without a word, she leaned in close, too close, and Rae instinctively straightened up like he was about to get a lapful of classified secrets.

"Promise me, you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to say. If this gets out... I’m screwed. We’re both screwed."

Her expression was dead serious, and Rae didn’t sense a single trace of her usual seductive teasing. This wasn’t part of the foreplay.

This was real.

He nodded.

"I promise."

A flicker of relief washed over her face, but just for a second.

Then, her tongue darted out, moistening her lips, nervous habit or not, it distracted the hell out of him.

But he focused.

"Laila contacted Celeste herself. She offered to betray the Goblin King... but only on one condition: that all the goblins would be spared, except the king."

"That was her price for betrayal. Celeste agreed."

Rae froze.

The pieces slammed into place like a trap snapping shut.

"So that’s why the spell was made..."

He murmured, the realization crashing down on him.

"To suppress the goblins’ need for revenge. To end the war. To stop a cycle of blood and hate before it could spiral again."

His voice was distant now, almost hollow.

Laila hadn’t just betrayed her king.

She’d sacrificed him... to save everyone else.

Thinking about it now, Rae couldn’t help but scoff internally.

The heroes were actually kind of pathetic, huh?

They needed a damn traitor to make the Goblin King drunk just to have a shot.

And even then, they still got wrecked. Pathetic.

And to top it off? Even in defeat, the Goblin King managed to trick them.

’I feel like I’m staring into a black hole of plot twists... and all I wanted was to plough hot women and slap MILF ass in peace.’

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

It was happening again.

The universe was pulling him deeper into some convoluted, world-shaking narrative, like a cosmic toilet swirl he couldn’t escape.

’Why can’t the damn Creator transmigrate me into a simple fantasy harem story with boobs, bread, and brothels?’

’Nope. Instead, I get dumped into Goblin Game of Thrones with horny women and historical trauma. This is some top-tier bullshit.’

He groaned softly, not out loud, but in spirit.

This was on him.

All of it.

He could’ve stayed in the village.

He could’ve by now plough Emily and the Church Father’s triple-stacked cow wife till his pelvis shattered.

But no. He had to chase adventure. He had to be curious.

’Curiosity didn’t kill the cat, it made him the main character of a damn political hentai war saga.’

Rae could only curse his own horny stupidity now.

...

Somewhere deep underground, hidden within the hollowed trunk of an ancient tree, a monstrous figure lay in stillness.

The interior of the trunk was carved out like a sacred tomb, pulsing faintly with green light.

In the center of it all lay a massive goblin—his body scarred, battered, but unnaturally still.

Just one glance was enough to know: this wasn’t some random grunt. This was him.

Thick roots snaked out from the inner walls, plunging into his body like parasitic veins.

But the tree wasn’t feeding off him, he was feeding from it. For months now, this twisted bond had kept him alive, barely.

His wounds were beyond mortal recovery. Bones shattered, flesh torn, pride broken.

"Man, when are we gonna start? Gear’s basically a limp dick now. I don’t trust that bastard anymore."

Footsteps echoed—step, step, step—down the corridor carved in bark and root.

"True."

Came another voice.

"We’ve got the whole fucking army lined up. The damn heroes are right here. We could squash them like bugs."

"So what’s Gear waiting for? A fucking invitation?"