My Ultimate Blacksmith System-Chapter 61: The Perfect Way To Kill

"I can’t... I can’t do this. You and I are just too different; we will never see eye to eye. You’re just the worst. You’re worse than the orcs, or even the barbarians!" The princess shouted as she stared angrily at the corpses of the female orc on the ground.

Barbarians wore the ball sacs of the humans they had killed. They attached them to a necklace and wore them around their necks like trophies. The amount of ball sacs a barbarian had around his neck was a signal of his status and prowess in battle.

The school had taught us a bit about them. Apparently, those filthy creatures throw their feces at mages, knights, nobles, or anyone who seems well off in society. They normally lived on higher grounds like mountains or hilltops. So, just imagine walking through their territory only to have feces rain down on you.

To be compared to that group... I was quite offended.

If I were a more emotional man, I might’ve slapped her, but her insult went through one ear and came out the other.

"What are you really? Because you can’t be human!"

Is this how husbands feel when getting nagged by their wives?

"And before when you, um... You slapped me in an inappropriate area! I am a princess, you know! I may be your hostage, but I won’t stand for such an action. I demand an apology," she said, folding her arms and glaring at me.

At that moment, I couldn’t help but notice how much she stomped her feet whenever she was angry. She was like a child throwing a tantrum. It made it hard to take her seriously.

"So all you need is an apology, and you’ll stop nagging me," I asked.

With puffed-out cheeks that made her look almost like a squirrel, she nodded her head.

"I’m sorry?"

"Sorry for what? Be more direct."

Sigh.

"I’m sorry for slapping you inappropriately on your royal ass."

"Again with the vulgar words! What is wrong with you?!"

"It’s not vulgar; that’s the name of it!"

"No, it’s not! My papa, he called it my tushy."

"Tushy? What are you, a child?" I couldn’t help but snicker, and before I knew it, I cracked a smile.

This caused the princess to become even angrier as a bulging vein formed on her head.

"How dare you laugh at me! You vulgar barbarian! Men like you are the worst!"

Stomp! Stomp!

She shouted and stomped her feet once again.

"Whatever, we’re wasting time here arguing. We should go," I said.

"Hmph!"

The princess harrumphed and stomped her feet once again before walking off. It seemed she might have some idea of where the humans were being kept, so I followed behind her.

I followed her as she went down the stairs towards a basement area. She opened the latch to a trapdoor, revealing another staircase leading below.

The bottom of the staircase was dark, but I could make out the faint outline of something, along with the sound of rustling chains.

"...help."

The princess acted instantly and rushed off, but I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.

"What are you doing?!" she asked, but as those words left her mouth, a massive spear was sent flying from the darkness.

The spear was aimed at the princess’s head, so I quickly pulled her towards me, which caused her to trip and fall into my arms. The spear missed her by just a few inches and went crashing into the wall behind us.

"Don’t be reckless. I can’t lose you, princess."

"I um..."

She seemed shell-shocked from nearly being killed, so I stepped in front of her while retrieving the middle finger to deal with the beast that was charging up the stairs towards us. The floorboards creaked loudly, and I could hear loud stomps quickly approaching.

Soon, a hulking orc emerged from the darkness, swinging a warhammer that was as big as a car. I took the weight of it head-on, trying to block it with my katana, but the wooden floors couldn’t support our weight and crumbled from the force.

With a loud crash, the massive orc and I fell down into the cellar, while the princess managed to remain on the floor above.

I groaned and staggered to my feet before turning my attention to the princess.

"Help the survivors. I’ll handle the orc."

I could see a few humans around us, shackled to the wall by thick, black, rusty chains. A few of them were dead, but I saw a few survivors.

The orc lay a few feet away from me. Beneath him was the splattered remains of a human he fell on top of. The hulking monster climbed to its feet. Every breath it took caused steam to blow from its massive snout.

In its hand was the giant warhammer.

A warhammer, huh?

I wondered if I could swing something that massive. The beast charged at me once again with its massive hammer raised. I stood still. My katana was back in my system space, but I took a stance that made it seem as if I was unsheathing my blade.

There was a saying about not showing the sheep your blade before slaughter. Which was why I didn’t walk around with my katana in my hand.

Death should be quick and unexpected.

The orc swung down its battleaxe with every strength that it could muster. I didn’t have to move much.

It only took three steps for me to escape the path of the hammer and enter the beast’s blind spot. Without skipping a beat, I swung the middle finger upward in a vertical slash. I didn’t even feel an ounce of resistance as the blade tore through skin and bone as easily as it would cut through paper.

The orc’s eyes widened as the top half of its body collapsed to the ground while its lower half was still left standing.

By the time it caught sight of me, my blade was already back into my system space.

The pitiful creature didn’t even get to see the weapon that killed him.

From everything I had experienced so far, I’d say that this was the perfect way to kill.