Legendary Katar Asphalt (IV)

"The only species that could go against a Titan was always the Orcs. Their sense of smell is worse than ours, making it more favorable for them to attack. Not only that," he stopped for a moment, looking a bit unsure of himself. "There is a report that states that the female Orcs find the smell attractive."

"What?!" Attractive was a matter of opinion. It made me wonder what was wrong with the female Orc's nose. I had to wonder if they were broken in the first place. Then again, it did make sense on how animals and even humans find their mates through pheromones. I wouldn't be surprised if the Titan was giving off that same smell to the female Orcs.

"It's true. There has been written history of the Titan having over ten hundred thousand female Orcs as his own personal slaves and twice as many offsprings. If I remember correctly, the last one made his own army with his children."

"What kind of messed up world is this?!" I gaped at Phil as if he said the most vilest and strangest thing. How the heck did he even have the stamina for all that? Wait, that wasn't the question I should be even asking. The better question was, why does he even need so many.

"It's not as bad as you think," said Phil. "It's a normal thing in this world. Having multiple wives isn't something frowned upon, you know."

Having multiple wives it made me wonder if Phil was the type who had the same thought. I had more of a modern approach where one man and one woman, not one man and ten thousand wives and concubines. That was just totally outrageous.

"The current human king has a wife and three concubines. There have been many cases of such things in the human and Orc world. Even the normal household has multiple wives in both species. Honestly, they're quite similar in nature if you ask me. Worn torn, battle hunger, and even enslaving and hating their own kind."

"So, do you believe in having multiple wives?" I asked, wondering what he would say.

"Honestly, I had thought about it, but I believe one is enough. Yes, if you have the financial backings to support for more than one, then go for it. But for me, the thought of jealousy and headaches that females tend to bring with them is already a lot. I only have enough in my heart to love one, sharing for two sounds too difficult to do."

I was silent in what he had to say. The thought of sharing one's love to another person would make any woman jealous, and I knew I was the jealous type. There was time I wouldn't show it, but that didn't mean I didn't mind. Being the romantic type of one love forever had always stuck with me since childhood, and it still upheld my own belief.

The thought of Phil believing in having one person made me feel a little bit relieved, but then just as quickly, I was wondering who he was interested in. Seriously, I hated myself for even starting to like him. When did this all happen? Where did I go wrong? I felt stupid for liking someone. First, it was just a agonize trap that would slowly grate at you until it made you go mad, and I really hope I didn't end up like that.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" I blurted out, then I realized what I said and cursed myself for being so stupid. How could I just ask so casually? There was a chance that he would say yes and not tell me.

"Yes." Phil snuggled even closer, closing his eyes to get comfortable.

See! I was right. He wasn't going to tell me at all. I felt stupid for even asking, now I was sure I would think about this all night wondering who he liked.

"She's a strange one." Phil continued.

"She is?" I squeaked, listening in on him even more.

"Yes, the moment I met her, I thought she was rude."

"Then why did you even talk with her?" I asked, looking at him funny. Personally, I would've left and parted ways there and then.

Phil chuckled. "Because I couldn't. She stepped into my life like an annoying leech, sucking away at my blood, but...she wasn't bad. She just didn't know much."

I couldn't help but think he's a sadist. How could he think that wasn't bad? Leeches are awful.

"Then she grew on me, it took some time, but I enjoyed watching her act like an idiot. Sometimes she's a bit clueless; other times, she can be intelligent." Phil chuckled.

"So, do you like her?"

Phil stopped for a moment. I thought I heard him turn around a few times. I turned my head towards him, wondering what he was doing. Our eyes met, his face was unusually close, catching me completely off guard.

"W-w-what?" I stuttered, quite unnerved at how intensely he was making me squirm.

He raised up his hand, touching my nose. Slowly, he patted it and sighed. "You're an idiot."

"What?!" I barked, completely off guard in what he said. "I am not! I resent that."

Phil shrugged his shoulders and gave me that I-don't-know-what-you-mean shrug that pissed me off. He was so infuriating!

"If you say so." Phil plopped down, leaned back, and turned around, giving me his back as if he was depressed over something. "Good night."

"Wait, you didn't answer my question!"

Phil didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes and ignored me. I squirmed a little, trying to wake him up, but realized I was causing a bit of noise and bringing attention to myself. Instead, I gave up. There was no point in asking him if he didn't want to answer. It was just better not to just leave it alone.

I went back to resting my head, closing my eyes as I tried to sleep. It wasn't easy because of the question I had in my mind. Phil just left me hanging without answering, which made me annoyed. Eventually, I fell asleep as the calm, cool night softly buzzed with wind.

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"Where is she!" A ten feet tall heavy set brown Orc Titan was sitting on top of a bone chair. His brown curly hair was tightly tied to the back with a few sharp fangs sticking out of his lips.

Beady brown eyes stared out into the surroundings as he growled in anger, causing the Orcs in his surrounding to shiver in fear. He wasn't pleased at how slow everyone was. The Orcs that were under his control were running around as if they were headless chickens, clashing against each other and tripping.

"I asked where the female I have asked for!" He stormed, pissed off that things weren't going his way. He asked for one thing, and that was the female that he had captured early in the afternoon, near the southeastern borders of the Dragon kingdom near the Beast-kin Gryphon Kingdom.

Hundreds of female Orcs rushed over towards the Orc, trying to please him with their own bodies.

"My king! Please, take me! I can serve you so much better than that creature!" One of the female Orc threw herself at the Orc King, trying desperately to show off her strong muscles and cleavage.

The Titan snarled, pushing her aside with his rough hands. She flew across the room, hitting herself against the wall and slid down as her head was broken open. Blood pooled around her, the other female Orcs screeched in terror, knowing full well that if they angered him anymore, they would end up like the dead Orc before them.

"I said, where is she!" The Titan's fist pounded into his chair, causing it to break apart into pieces.

Suddenly, just as screams continued nonstop, it all of a sudden stopped. Stepping out gracefully with her head held up high, Coco stepped out in her best maid posture. With a roll of disgust on her eyes, she proudly came forward. The other Orcs pushed away, they gave her daggers of hatred, and some growled and snarled at her.

Coco stopped in front of the Titan. She didn't blink in fear or bow out of respect. Instead, she stood tall like a king. "You called?" Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of disgust at the Titan in front of her.

"So, you're finally here." The Titan folded his arm in front of him, annoyed that she took a long time to get here. "Why didn't you come sooner?"

"You are not my master," said Coco in indifference. "Why would I answer you?"

The Orcs let in a sharp gasp of breath when they heard what she said, and some even shivered at what was to come. They knew the temper of the Titan was no joke, and anyone who even angered him a little bit was quickly killed on sight. Coco was pushing that boundary quickly, and they knew she was going to die.

The Titan started chuckling then burst out laughing, causing all the Orcs to freeze. Confusion riddled their faces, and they glanced back and forth from Coco to the Titan, unable to comprehend what was going on.

Eventually, the Titan's voice subsided. He searched Coco's gaze as a smirk erupted on his lips. "It's fine." He waved his hand in front of him, causing everyone to hold in their breath. "I just wanted to tell you why you are here."

Coco snorted at the Titan's words. "I already know why I am here."

"You do?" The Titan leaned forward, a bit surprised in what she said.

"You know why I am here, when you attempted to slaughter everyone except me, I knew that there was something else going on."

"Then please do tell me, why are you here?"

"You're after a young mistress," Coco replied, looking down at the Titan as if he was a minor bug that crawled on the ground. "I know what these people call you--The Fire Titan Orzac. To hear that you have finally crawled out of your crib and attempted to gather your army. How typical."

"Do you really think so?" Titan raised up his brow, his hands were brought before him as he clasped them together.

"Yes," Coco replied coldly. "Now, if you'll excuse me." She turned on Orzac, not caring if she was disrespectful towards him.

Orzac, out of anger, right arm grew to a colossal size, slamming into the ground in front of her as it blocked her path. A foul stench of smell permuted in the air, making Coco nose crinkle, but she didn't show any sign of discomfort, while the female Orcs all swooned as if they were in heat.

"You will not leave until I said so." Orzac started with a growl; he glared at her for her disrespect.

Coco took one annoyed look at Orzac, straightened herself up, went around his hand, and left.