Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord I just like it

This chapter was originally suppose to be the end chapter of the previous story, but I felt it was good enough to just end that story the way it was and carry on to the next one. Thank you for your critiques and your compliments and like every story I've written for Overlord...I hope this new one is better than the previous ones :)

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After days of perilous walking all just to reach demi-human territory Dack finally got to camp with Ainz for the night—the one who needed sleep trapped in a cage with a soldier watching him every hour and the one who didn't need sleep was sleeping in a comfy tent. This was all a epoch-making variable in Ainz's plan: Dack being the unholy demon and Ainz being the mortal hero who came from nothing to protect the biggest city in the Feudal State.

Dack and Ainz had plenty of time alone when it was his turn to watch the "spry-demon spy", but as the night went on—seeing dozens of faces twice in the same night—it appeared that time wasn't tonight. Eventually, it was the time for the son of the merchant to gaze at him, glare or expose displeasure of him, doughtily trying to stay awake during their seething interrogation.

"Do you ever get hungry?" He asked in a tempestuous tone.

"Only peckiously." Dack joked, the soldier getting madder every time he tried defending himself with words. The truth of it was Dack was starving at this very moment.

As if to mock them ironically with fate it was dinner time and everyone was sitting down for a bowl of food.

"Won't you join them?" Dack asked. "You must be hungry."

The young soldier puffed and huffed his unrelenting fury from his nostrils. "I'm not giving a demon like you the chance to escape. I won't leave this spot—I'll wait all night with you."

Dack felt sorry for the stubborn mortal. Hours passed and he still sat in his spot. His eyes were growing so heavy he could barely keep them open; he nearly fell to the side if he didn't get back up with his knees. Soon, he was sleeping soundly—in the breezy, cold air under the cascading moonlight while the other soldiers and Ainz slept in their tents.

'Poor guy.' Dack thought riddled with guilt for him.

He noticed awhile ago apples hanging from their stems to a tree branch adjacent to his cage. With one hurl of a small dagger, it struck the stem, cut through it, caught the apple with its jutted handle, and caroomed back to him.

The soldier was awakened by the apple falling on his lap. Confusion evoked what was in plain sight. None of his soldiers ever comforted him or hand him any extra food before, but he wasn't hesitant to pick it up and have a good bite of it.

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Dack felt really good about himself. Mother Nature or just a god here that controlled nature rewarded him with the sight of crest waves and sweet wind while trekking through to the territory of the demi-humans. Today Ainz's plan would come to fruition and Dack could finally go home.

The throng of the knights following Momon's orders to a tee were trekking in the very back while he stood beside Dack.

"Must be good to see your lord and master very soon." Ainz portrayed his role like a narrator in a children's play.

"How I loathe to be in his army after going through our sieve."

Dack glared back. Judging by how they were glaring at his nape, this speech was goading them to end his life here—all but the merchant's son.

Finally, they came face-to-face with Demiurge/Jaldabaoth. First thing Dack did was give that demon a wry smile.

"Missed me?"

The soldiers saw Dack before his master but also a man moniker in status and teeming in wealth. He had a baldness to his white hair and a pointy mustache—less of a Wilhelm van Astrea from Re:Zero and more of a Bugenhagen from Final Fantasy Seven.

The men were emboldened in front of Jaldabaoth and his confidant thanks to being in the presence of Momon. Trembling beside him was a genuine demi-human. The demi-human was skinny with exposed bones from his ribcage and very thin arms that lacked muscles, he had silver eyes with red sclera's and white pupils, a sleeveless torn in some parts red shirt, only had a sole of a boot to wear tied by string with blemishes riddling his foot, and short disheveled blonde hair on his right face with whiskers, fangs, sharp nails that looked like claws and large lion ears instead of small human ears.

"Dilimøs." Demiurge said with a gleam of joy through the obscurity of his mask. "You've wrought these humans. And what's this...the black swordsman Momon has meddled in my affairs once again? Lucky me."

Dack could tell Ainz was gurgling his nonexistant tongue so he didn't speak out "Demiurge" by accident.

"Jaldabaoth. Please, release that poor man from your confinement. In exchange we shall return to you your trusted ally."

Jaldabaoth looked down at a Dack too full of himself he didn't even try to fake pleading for his 'master' to release him from these shackles. Even behind that mask Dack was certain he was smiling; even though he is mostly always smiling, to put it in more detail he had on a smile with all his teeth showing as he twitched his lips trying to say no.

"And what about the life of this demi-human? I found him stealing food from my camp to give to others in his encampment. The food itself was no loss on itself, but for someone in my territory to commit such a crime...is means for me to kill them. I'm not asking for another person in exchange; I just would like two of you to cut your palms and hold them up to me so I can drain your mana for myself. Don't worry, it won't be enough to really enhance me, it's just artificial for one small spell."

The knights looked deeply into the demi-humans sniveling face and petrified eyes before glancing back at each other, pointing and heckling at it.

"You'd really think we'd offer anything for this thing?!" One laughed.

"Yeah, kill it now! Put it out of our miser—"

One of the knight's didn't fall in with the crowd and their patronizing of the different species exposing his right palm before slowly incising a knife. As a small trickle of blood shimmered in the demi-humans watery eyes—Demiurge smirking that there was a human with enough gull to help—Momon removed his right gauntlet exposing a muscular hazel skin hand. He separated blood from flesh when he used his ebony black gauntlet and a small knife to cut open a tiny wound and let his blood trickle out.

Now that two men were bleeding before Demiurge, he opened his mouth behind his mask and vacuumed the blood from their palms inside his body. His tail wriggled, he let out a moan of satisfaction, ending it lifting both human and demi-human and carrying them towards the group of knights. Then—he picked up Dack, stood him upright despite how it made his bones crackle, and cut him lose.

"Dilimøs...welcome home."

Although Jaldabaoth was hugging him the real person behind the mask was whispering something else.

"When we get back to Nazarick, you can help the homunculi clean the dishes for a whole week...that includes the dishes of your own Guardians who won't be helping you."

"Good to see you too...remember when I outsmarted you? That will get me through cleaning your dishes."

And so Dack and Demiurge heard murmuring among the knights and Momon subtly holding his finger to his visor listening to an incoming message. Once the knights were done, Momon stood and talked to Demiurge/Jaldabaoth.

"Tell me; have you ever heard of a great sorcerer undead named Ainz Ooal Gown?"

"Ainz Ooal Gown?" He stroked the chin part of his mask. "Well I have some inkling about him, but as far as I can tell he's done nothing to intrude on my plans so I let him be."

"Really? His plans are to completely overthrow this world and make it in his own image. He's already running Re:Estrize...what's to stop him from wiping you out to make sure this world is usurped under his absolute rule?"

"What are you doing? Trying to goad me to go after him? I'm ashamed of you, Momon. You were the one human in this world of bantam warriors."

"I'm not asking you to go after him...I want to help fight him with you. Once we slay him we can settle our vie of seeing the other one beheaded or burned to the ground. What do you say?"

Demiurge was hiding his enjoyment of playing the dark lord whose decisions affected the worlds' propaganda. He took a long moment of silence before jittering out a maniacal laugh.

"You think I need your help in wiping out my own threats? You walk blithely here with one subject and you think you have me outclasses and outnumbered?!"

In the blink of an eye, the Pleiades appeared. Every soldier and rich man were so scared they were petrified, shuddering in fear. Solution Epsilon, Yuri Alpha, CZ2128 Delta, Aureole Omega, Lupusregina Beta, and Entoma Vasilissa Zeta; the only one not wearing the same mask as Demiurge. All six battle maids attacked simultaneously:

Lupusregina dashed in and leaped high off the ground before cleaving her unslung scepter through one! It went in as easily as slicing a hot knife through butter.

Aureole Omega commanded Uka-no-Mitama to appear. At first the soldiers were confused that she would send a little girl with a fox mask to fight them, but realized their mistake of misjudging her when she used mental magic to cause one soldier to bleed from his auricle before he lost his balance and fell to his death.

Yuri wasn't as lethal with her moves. All she did was deliver a few hooks from her boxing glove-esque gloves and the soldiers she punched were knocked out. She finally got to try hitting the merchant's son—

—and jumped when a dark visage of a tall muscular man with horns protruding from his head appeared in front of him. Yuri backed away but only so she could pull back her fist to deliver a stronger blow.

"That's enough fun out of all of you." Demiurge ordered. Soon all six of them stood around him with three on his right side in a line and three on his left side in a line. "The only reason your knight is unscathed is because he passed showing something your people need more of: empathy. You try to recruit me to face Ainz Ooal Gown as a team, but those are just empty promises when you think one nobleman is worth more than the life of one demi-human."

Demiurge looked at Entoma and nodded. She sensed his orders and opened up her beehive-esque machine that nocked sharp sticks at the nobleman. He was terrified, but he was saved by Momon using his left shoulder to deflect the projectiles away from him. Demiurge laughed as Dack kept trying to stand in one line with the battle maids only to feel an aura that he was unwanted.

"You know how to save but do you know how to kill? Think about that when I face you again at the Holy Kingdom—the winner faces Ainz Ooal Gown for the right to dictate who rules this world."

"Gate!" Aureole called out.

A large hole separated air from land as it appeared. Each of the battle maids took a turn to step through the gate—Dack was last and he was heavy-gazed at the sympathy the merchant's son had: trying to give some of his rations to the mentally broken demi-human. With one last look at three dead, three still alive but petrified, and one bowing down grateful to be alive...he leaped through the gate and let him carry him back to the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

While they were leaving to the Holy Kingdom he got to enjoy a staycation.