You are no longer the same boy who found himself in the realities of the early Middle Ages, at the bottom of the social ladder. Blood on your hands, wounds, and the threat of death in a stormy sea make you grow up quickly. But the team still sees you only as a burden... And now the daughter of a human count falls into your hands. Well, as befits orcs, let’s rape them and sell them into slavery? Or was it in vain that the son of the 21st century learned the language of people? Maybe there are options? “And only he could rightfully be called a sea king who never slept under a smoky roof and never feasted by the hearth.” The Saga of the Ynglings