I need gun, lots of guns

"Hephaestia, I need you to make lots of gun," I said.

"Of course, my lord. Gunpowder weapons? I can create an arsenal within the hour."

I already envisioned the chaos that will ensue when I unleash this armory on the orc stronghold. Hephaestia works diligently at a massive forge, hammering out components for the requested weapons. The clanging of metal fills the air as she crafted a variety of firearms, from simple pistols to complex rifles.

"Your armory will be ready soon, my lord. But if you wish for me to do it faster, you can always whip me."

Hephaestia handed me a whip.

"Very well, Hephaestia. If you believe it will speed up the process, I will..."

I took the whip and began lashing Hephaestia, each strike leaving angry red welts on her flesh. She winced and moaned in pain, but her hands moved with increased urgency as she worked.

"Yes, my lord, harder please! The pain focuses my mind, allowing me to work faster and more efficiently." she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Whip me harder. Punish me for my sins."

Her muscles tensed as the leather bit into her skin, but she didn't make a sound. Her hands never ceased their work, even as the whip fell again and again. As the lashes increased, her movements became more precise and efficient, the weapons taking shape with almost supernatural speed. Within 24 hours (I took a break to eat, sleep and play Doom: Eternal), Hephaestia had created a massive arsenal of firearms, her work driven by the pain of my lashes. The collection included pistols, rifles, and even a few primitive grenades.

Hephaestia stood before me, her back a mess of crisscrossed welts, but she was smiling. "The armory is complete, my lord. I hope you find my work satisfactory."

I open a portal and step through, emerging in the castle in front of the knights. The knights gathered around, their eyes wide with amazement and unease. Astoria approached me cautiously, her brow furrowed.

"Are these... magic weapons?" she asked.

"No, they're quite mundane, actually," I replied with a smirk. "But when used properly, they can be devastatingly effective." I distributed the weapons amongst the knights, showing them how to load and fire the guns. Astoria picked up a rifle with a look of determination.

"This is... incredible," she said, sighting down the barrel. "I've never seen anything like it before."

"These firearms will even the odds against the orc stronghold," I explained. "But remember, they're only as good as the person wielding them. Practice is key." The knights gathered around, eager to learn how to use the new weapons. As they trained, I spotted Astoria among them, her blonde hair flowing as she practiced with a pistol. She caught me watching and blushed, quickly averting her gaze. The knights continued training, getting accustomed to the strange new weapons. The time for battle approaches. It was time to bring the orcs to justice, and make them pay dearly for their heinous crimes.