Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord just like it.
Thank you for your patience, a lot has happened in my life since the last chapter I posted but now it's finally finished and I can take my leisure time working on the next one. Now to see how it compares to the last one being shorter and more actiony.
Yesterday...
Dack was in the training room waiting for Ainz to return from Hoburns the Roble Holy Kingdom. He clutched two daggers like Eskima sticks. Two demons —Wrath and Envy —milled about; and from the group in a way a dolphin jumps out...shadow demons were rushing at him.
With a hurricane of small bladed weapons and deadly movements he slashed through the shadow demons like they were paper. The demons were only faking being killed —they were Dacks' shadow demons not Ainz's and so only weak blades were enough for them.
Sometimes while sparring with them they would take on a multitude of different forms: lion-mermaid, three-eyed bison hybrid, and a Cerberus form with an extra head.
They were closing in close together with menace in their non-visible eyes. Dack held two hands on a knife uttering of what he found to be a new move:
"Black Steel Cahartic!"
A rune slithered out from under Dack's feet like a shadow before jouncing up and sticking to his knives. His weapons stuck together, glowering with orange light, before the knives dissolved into liquified metal and coiled around Dack's arms. He pulled both his hands back than thrust them forward and that caused a shockwave impacting the shadows.
The shadows were inflated before being sucked down into the ground. That serious face Dack was making was replaced with a smile.
"Good work, you guys."
As for Wrath and Envy, they strided up to get close to Dack, beginning their two-versus-one fight.
Wrath started by shooting out a flame even smaller than a fireball but Dack knew it was really Hellflame, once it was shot it would adhesively latch onto him than erupt into fire the size of a tower, but he countered it by chucking a knife that severed through the flame than caromed back to him.
He stopped one attack but Envy got a dropkick on his right shin. Dack stumbled a little but retaliated with a right hook and she responded by blocking his fist. Even though her forte was summoning demons she was a pretty good martial artist—and Dack had to fight her while worrying about Evil Lord Wrath preparing his next fire attack.
Although Dack could admit Envy was good at fighting she did have a few blind spots: that being her big nose. When she wailed on him with a flurry of arms spinning trying to hit him, he contorted his face growing out his nose and having his sclera's expand while his pupils shrunk but mostly gave him hundreds of sharp teeth; teeth he used to nibble right in her nose.
Envy was in a feeble position where Wrath couldn't unleash his 8th tier fire spells, however, he still had one trick up his sleeve: the power to stop time for thirty not-so-fleeting seconds, and that's what he did. The whole room turned quiet as Dack was now just held Envy off the ground with just his teeth. They stayed like that while Wrath created wings hotter than molten lava, and he rushed towards Dack using them.
All it would take was one blow for the bulky subordinate of Demiurge to put Dack down for the count, but even with time itself frozen...a giant shadowy paw grew out of the ground and swiped at him knocking him into the wall.
The flow of time resumed with Dack still holding Envy in his teeth before tossing her into the wall with Wrath.
While the Evil Lords were struggling to get up, Dack was turning into a wolf hybrid with fur growing so fast under his shirt the fur just shredded his clothing, claws etching out of his fingers, ears protruding from the left and right side of his noggin, and what was once human eyes replaced with the burning sulfur of black irises with yellow sclera's.
The training continued with Dack zipping through the room at 100 miles an hour leaping off of walls and causing craters with every surface he touched, Envy clearly upset she couldn't use any demons to help her with the fight as they would've been unnecessarily killed and Wrath using every spell his master bestowed him with: teleportation, changing the landscape, pillars of 9th tier fire, and even miracle spells that taught him how to use healing magic.
In the end they both couldn't keep up with feral Dack as he attacked in unforeseen directions sending them smashing into the walls once more leaving a splatter of blood from their backs. After winning the fight he transformed back into normal Dack; clothes back on as if they had never been shredded.
The two Evil Lords weren't getting up right now. They fought long and hard, kept the smarmy werewolf on his toes, but in the end he was just more of a "battle junkie".
No sooner than he won the doors to the training room opened. Ainz appeared...through the gleaming white light he was trailed by Naberial Gamma and Shinirael.
"Dack." Ainz made sure the imprudent human's attention was undivided on him-ignoring the two behind him-when he spoke. "Naberial has told me something surprising between her and your loyal man." Despite being a skeleton, he choked a little trying to let out the news. "They want to get married."
At first Dack looked completely dumbfounded by this, but slowly a smile started to appear on his face. From his storage he pulled out a Cuban cigar-or in fantasy world thermology an expensive cigar.
"Time to celebrate!"
He dashed up to Ainz and put a cigar in his mouth.
"Don't just casually do something so blasphemous!" Shalltear, now in the room, bellowed. "Lord Ainz is a temple and you defiled it with your disgusting cigars!"
Dack ignored her loud outburst and privied over to his NPC gleaming eyes of twinkling enthusiasm; he was vivid.
"I know I'm not your father or been around much to take care of you, but I hope at the wedding...I can stand beside you and give you away."
Pivoting around the boys with their giddy smiles and lofty eyes, Naberial stood in front of Ainz...examining the cigar thrust into him like his mind and body were contrasting what to do with it.
"Lord Ainz, would you be so kind as to give me away?"
A look of translucent sweat perspired over him before his body glowed green.
"This is something you don't need my permission for—you already found someone and that's something I'm glad for and wish not to refute."
Naberial usually bowed her head when Ainz told her what to do, but at the moment she just smiled, a gleam she only showed her fellow Pleaides.
"Thank you for-"
Their touching moment was interrupted by Dack stepping in.
"Just think...we'll officially be uncles when those two have children."
Nabe felt sheepish after he uttered that and her cheeks were tinted rosey red to pure pink like a cherry blossom tree. Ainz/Satoru was so flabbergasted his jaw dropped.
Shinirael, although also embarrassed spoke up.
"Lord Dack, it wasn't in our plan to have children. I'm not sure it's even possible for two different species to do-"
"Bulderdash!" He exclaimed like a started chicken. "You're a fallen angel and she's a doppelganger...not a succubus or a vampire."
In anime when a persons' name was gossiped they would sneeze from it and the same happened with Shalltear and Albedo-even away from one another they sneezed. But they didn't have a vulgar human get in her face with a smile so outspoken it made her face blush red with rage; that was what happened with Naberial and Dack.
"How many do you want?"
Dack received more than an answer with static electricity popping from her hand. Naberal slapped him across his cheeks. What he said was obscene—made Naberial angry and Shinirael had to pick a side. He murmured into Dack's right ear:
"Maybe you should elaborate what you think we should do, Lord Dack."
I_I_I_I
Dack couldn't believe it, no matter how many times he had to be reminded about the wedding, and so far he's had to move a red threadbare carpet, set up the dais along the walls, and help set up the flowers while the food and suits/dresses were handled by members of Nazarick.
The only help he had were the orthus and kobold's he tamed from the valley. The orthus's helped move the carpet in holding a part of it with their teeth, the kobold's helped move the dais in, and the orthus's helped find new flowers for him to work on.
"Good work, Goldie," he said to his golden furred orthos. "Someday you'll rise up to be the leader of the Decorating Alpha's."
And her being an omega meant she didn't have to run and hunt so much so she could be his flower-orthos.
Suddenly, he received a call in his wireless ear. He reached his fingers up and answered the call.
"Lord Dack," Hynrich answered. "I am on my way to a place called Vif-Nif with a ranger, a swordsman and a paladin. We are going to look for a guild called Dark Typhon."
"And your calling to tell me we could take over this guild before they find anything, using it's influence as an incentive to why the villagers should follow us?"
"Actually I just called to inform you of my circumstances, but that is a splendiferous idea my lord. These mortals will—"
"Don't call them 'mortals'." Dack interrupted his hobgoblin. "Dwarves are mortals, elves are mortals. Any being such as yourself with warm blood are mortals. Ergo, you will address them by the name..."
Dack trailed off. Even in another world he was just as big of an atheist as he was now. He was saved by noise in the background that sounded like another male hollering at Hynrich to come back to the wagon with them.
"I have to go with the people I'm sworn to avoid any reviling speaking words to. Please come see me at Dark Typhon's former hideout—and if we are forced to fight, don't feel bad hitting me very hard."
"Good luck and take care, Hynrich."
The call was hanged up. Now that his servant and friend was on the right path to save some slaves and enfeeble the spirits of two adventurer's before it made them become stronger, he just needed a little help bringing it full circle: Solution.
I_I_I_I
Solution had just teleported back to Nazarick after Lord Ainz dressed as Momon arrived to help the holy kingdom against the scrutiny of Demiurge under the moniker of Jaldabaoth. Being a slime she didn't have bones, blood or a respiratory system like those meatbags, she did feel fatigue though and needed a nice hot cup of tea from the cafeteria.
She walked swaggering listlessly down the hall, letting everyone who was working in Nazarick know she returned after a successful mission, passing the homunculus and other cleaning staff, but froze when she saw the aura of a member higher in the ranks: her master Sebas.
He beamed his eyes at her in an unfamiliar flit of yellow.
"Solution." he talked to her. "I have a mission of grave importance I need to speak with you about."
Without questioning this sudden urgent message of his, they sauntered southeast past the other Pleiades all wriggling their eyebrows with their mouths agape from how Sebas was holding Solutions' hand.
"Doesn't master Sebas act more like a gentleman and not like a reckless human pulling a woman away from distress?" Lupus spoke, everyone gazed yet listening.
Yuri was the first one to recompose herself, adjusting her spectacles while clearing her throat.
"As we were; it's what Lord Ainz and Sebas would want for us. It must just be something Sebas asked to do when she and him were acting their part together."
Most of the Pleiades think Yuri is 100 percent right when she was accurately 90 percent right.
Once Solution passed the door leading to the dungeon they veered into a door—and she heard the loud bellowing sound of the scylla enduring slash relishing Neuronist Painkiller's torture.
They were now standing in Mare's bedroom. Orange light glistened down, clothes were sprawled on the floor, and the bed was smaller than Lord Ainz or any of the other Guardian's beds.
Solution's voice crackled. "What do you need, Lord Sebas?"
His hand movements were slightly more magnanimous than how they usually moved. He fluttered his left hand before a gem necklace appeared in his fingertips. He handed them to Solution, her eyes flared with confusion.
"Lord Ainz needs you and Dack to enter a village posing as a married couple before taking down the guild Dark Typhon and wait for a trio of adventurers to come walking in."
Solution made the same face her Pleiades sisters made before she looked a little more angry.
"A secret mission with DACK? This is an outrage! Dack isn't one of us—and another thing: why would Lord Ainz ask you to tell me? Lastly, why must I pretend to be married to him?"
Sebas shuddered as a trickle of sweat streamed down the left side of his face; also something he wasn't fickle enough to let happen. Nevertheless, he diverted her attention to them.
"Dack came up with this idea. He felt checking in before the takeover and checking out after would be more conspicuous of your true identities. As for the mission itself...it's goal is to expand Nazarick's control; conjoin it like with Eight Fingers. He will be the head and build it so the thieves and cutthroats that occupy it will aid in Lord Ainz's bidding."
"I really think I should ask—"
"And as a reward for your efforts...you can have a pure-hearted virgin to devour.
Solution couldn't believe what she heard.
He himself realized how much of a shock it must've to be fulfilled after being deprived, so he let her stand still for a minute that felt like hours.
"There is a young virgin who wants to die. He cannot have children, lost his parents and his sister when barbarians pillaged his town, burned the fields as he hid in a closet watching vulgar men play a non-consensual game with his sister before they decapicated her after she bit off her own tongue and used her severed head for more...you get the idea. What would you say to that?"
Her eyes were undulating as her mouth was plucked open by her whispering her thoughts out. Soon, a sly smile crept up on her as her eyelids were at a half-squint.
"Just so long as I get to wear nice clothes I'm in."
I_I_I_I
Today was a special day for an unnamed young boy who worked at an inn for four years. Today, instead of changing sheets, mopping dust and red coagulation of a fine blood paste, or washing dishes...he was the one in charge of managing the desk.
During the four years he's worked unflaggingly on tenuous tasks, he's never got to stand near the front desk much less run it—and he could thank being a short staff inn and having a young cousin willing to do his morose jobs for some potatoes, chicken meat and mead for that.
The bell rang as his first customers ran in making joyous sounds: a blond woman and a brown haired man. The woman wore a yellow sweater cut at the V-neck showing a necklace of pearls around her neck with a maroon blue blouse while the man had a white shirt with brown patchwork to make it seem more like brittle chainmail and had lavender shorts. They seemed to be a married couple except there were no rings on either of their fingers, but they were wearing matching earrings that were bright white and looked like rain droplets.
They could've just marched up and register a room but to show off their young love the male consistently raised his lady up by her waist and twirled her in a giddy spin—and then he approached with "one room for me and my wife."
The manager forced a smile splaying his cheekbones.
"Certainly. It's two silvers now and another two for every night you stay."
In an instant, the man looked like he pocked a hole through his chest sticking his hands in his shoddy-patchwork, but when he pried his fingers out, two silver coins were pinched between his fingers and pattered on the desk after he let go.
"Good." He genuinely smiled this time and that was because everyone likes getting paid. "Now I'll need you to please sign the ledger."
A hulking twelve hundred page book was laid out in front of him. He wrote his name in the biggest letters he could...
MR. LYCAOLUTION
Then he handed it back. The manager fixated on the page, flinched.
"I'm sorry...I cannot read what you wrote. Your scribbling is clear but—"
The manager didn't know where was a knife over him with the blade splotched in clear green slime, but before he even glimpsed at the page it fell down and bonked right on top of his head—Dack yanking the book away before he even fell on the floor.
No sooner was he unconscious, he handed the book to Solution who absorbed it in a wormhole that emitted blinding white light from her her neck just slightly above her bosoms. Now it was gone and Dack had to grab the managers' left hand and whack it against the edge of the desk.
After he fractured a few metacarpals in his hand, Dack recomposed himself standing upright, coughed "Ahem...
"The magic happens when everything is quiet." he mumbled only audibly enough for Solution to hear. Then—"HELP! IS SOMEONE HERE?! THE MANAGER HAS BEEN ACCOSTED!"