AN: Hello everyone, I'm relatively new to the world of Fan Fics and this being my first one I imagine it will have some mistakes and inconstancies, so reviews and comments are extremely helpful. I've been pretty influenced by atheistbasementdragon and some of the other fantastic writers here on Overlord, and I hope to contribute even a little of to that so let me know your thoughts and more importantly enjoy.

Chapter 1

Jircniv awoke from a rather pleasant dream, his eyes roaming over the woman sleeping next to him, a slight smile forming as she slept peacefully. He had enjoyed many things in life, but an an emperor he knew from an early age he would have to wed the women who would most secure his seat of power, and play the role of empress next to him, as his mother and father had done before him and theirs before them. But all that changed a short number of years ago, and as Jircniv thought of the being which was his master, he couldn't help but smile more. Now he was free to wed any whom he chose, as his master had told him "To rule beside someone you do not love is to rule with an empty heart, and that is but a disservice to those you rule." He had immediately chosen to wed a women whom had been in his harem for quite a while, with an intellect which rivaled his own, while she was not very beautiful, she made him very happy.

'Had I truly known life would turn out like this, I would of surrendered the very second I arrived in that grand tomb'

A soft chuckle left his lips as he took a robe and moved towards the ornate double doors which led from his bed chambers. The doors, he had commissioned to resemble even a little of that grand domain which his master inhabited, they depicted a simple scene, a maiden on one side and a knight on the other, with contrasting colours of black and white, each complemented with etchings of gold. Jircniv had tried to recreate those bastians which led to the throne room of the Great Tomb of Nazarick but none of the artists he had brought could so much as grasp the image, much less recreate it. Thus he settled on this, a slight reminder to him that he would never compete with such a being and perhaps for the better.

As the doors opened, a nearby maid quickly approached and knelt

"How may I serve you your majesty?"

"Draw me a bath, and then you may tend to the empress when she wakes"

"It will be done, your grace."

As she left quickly to execute his orders, Jircniv simply walked forward as a leisurely pace.

Jircniv walk forward, admiring the art which decorated the corridor to his bath, this was but a small portion, hanging all over the palace now were beautiful paintings and works of art which were part of the empire's "renaissance" as his master called it. Ever since he began using the undead his master loaned as a workforce, his people had experience growth like never before seen in the history of the empire. As more people left the farm, his cities boomed, talents for music, arts, and heroics were spawning up everywhere within the domains of the Sorcerous Kingdom, with life no longer orienting around the planting and the farm, people could educate themselves a venture made easy with the creation of the university system.

In the beginning the costs made the venture for such facilities unattractive, but with the urging of his master he chose to invest his own coin into the construction and preparation of the universities, and asked in return that they share 30 percent of what profits they made for a period of 10 years as recompense for his investment, and truly did it pay off. Jircniv now was more wealthy than he had ever been and with another suggestion from his master he chose to re-invest that wealth into his kingdom, building new orphanages, public buildings, and parks as well as placing extra labour into the "highway" project his master was undertaking and loaning more undead for simple tasks, now Artwintar was a metropolis which hosted almost twice the populus it had a mear 5 years ago.

Another strange yet wildly successful decree by the Sorcerer King was creation of the "Post Office" a system to exchanging messages and packages throughout the entire domain, a system which baffled his entire staff at its simplicity and effectiveness, and with this, came the requirement that ordinary citizen be taught how to read and write, something which the majority took with unexpected grace. These reforms in turn have made the "Bloody Emperor" and his empress extremely popular, a holiday was even created to commemorate the vassalization of the Baharuth Empire into the Sorcerous Kingdom.

Jircniv thought of all these things as he soaked comfortably in the magically heated water, a recent invention of the dwarves in the city of Carne, one which was becoming widespread amongst even the newly created cities in the Abelion Hills.

'I will have to make sure to go see that area with his majesty next time he surveys the kingdoms'

As Jircniv thought this, a slender body made its way into the water next to him, turning around to kiss his wife, he simply smiled a bit as he brought her closer to him in the warmth of the water.

"I still can't get used to all this" she said and she settled into his lap.

"Basir, all this is now yours" he chuckled "And I dare say no emperor before has ever been so secure"

"That's because his majesty sees your hard work and loyalty" she retorted back

"And so long as that remains, so too will our lineage rule, long live the Sorcerer King"

"Haha, i'm more than positive he would do that even without your added pr-"

"Your Majesty!"

There were very few people who would dare to intrerupt Jircniv, muchless when he was with his wife, but as the slightly sweaty face of his secretary Roune Vermillion made its way into the bath chamber he knew it would be something worth the interruption.

"What is it Vermillion?"

The man caught his breath as he spoke "Sir, a formal letter.. " .. "An invitation from his majesty Ainz Ooal Gown"

The now sweating man held out a simple black square card, with the seal of the Sorceress Kingdom embroidered in a majestic gold, Basir leapt off his lap as Jircniv immediately moved to take hold of the message

"What does it say?"

"We don't know your grace, there are no words on it, we believe it is embedded with magic to protect its authenticity"

"To be expected of his majesty"

As jircniv took hold of the letter the symbol began to glow and immidialy it changed into clear and distinct words, trusting everyone present, he read outloud

"Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix,

as the representative of the Vassal State of Baharuth.

You have been invited by the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown

to attend the International Summit for Peace to be held in two months time in E-Rantel.

In recognition of the tumultuous times facing this great continent

this Summit is held in good faith to ensure peaceful co-existence and communication.

Do you accept?

Yes No"

As quickly has he read the note, Jircniv replayed out loud "Yes" ….. though nothing happened

"Was something supposed to happen?" he asked

"Perhaps.. perhaps you have to touch it, Your Grace?" Roune commented

"Perhaps," he made to touch the word 'Yes" and as soon as he did, the square became completely black, before white letters emerged reading simply 'Thank you for your reply'

"An international summit… for peace?" Basir asked after she wrapped herself in a robe

"Indeed, do you think he will invite the Slane Theocracy?" asked Roune

"They would be the only ones to invite, unless he has other plans in mind,.. Ready a formal thank you, as well inform the Minister for Foreign Affairs of the situation, I want to know who is getting an invitation, I will not make an embarrassment of myself or his majesty by walking blind into what maybe a critical move in his plan"

Jircniv stepped close to the window highlighting his city, clear skies shown above, allowing a ray of warmth to touch his face. "It seems the world is about to change again" he sighed, as he turned to his wife and returned to the bath.