Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord just like it

Sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I finished this chapter months ago it's just I had to spend weeks going back and forth to the chapters just to work on the vocabulary for it. It was also suppose to be the final chapter of this story, but it took me two hours just to edit this many words and not many people read this story so I'm good with being lazy and posting this chapter while it's only half done. Have a nice day and Merry Christmas slash Happy Hanukkah since this chapter was posted in December 4th.

While Hynrich Dack's plan was in its all astounding fruition, a serpentine silhouette slithered its way to him, smirking.

"Brilliant, Lord Dack. You're going to see this world at its age." Tears seeped out from Hynrich's eyelids, and he had a melancholy heart and regret with what happened and what could be happening. "If only I could be there to see it."

A long tail burst out of the ground before coiling around Hynrich. Dack had thought he brought Hynrich to a spot none of his pets would be, but one managed to be close, and now Hynrich was being pulled in like a mole escaping into a hole.

I_I_I_I

The time it took Brain and Brita to ride back to Carne Village was as fast as wind blowing through the trees. Brita held the reigns while Brain laid down in the back. His mind was adrift, thoughts coming to him as if he was dreaming but they never made his feelings astray—he was sad over the loss of Hynrich and had done nothing to give him closure over the previous failure he experienced losing Gazef.

Brita, as if having eyes on the back of her head, tried cheering him up.

"Our actions saved a lot of lives today. We should be happy about that."

"Right, because seeing people die and losing a friend is the idyllic way of ending an adventure."

What he said wasn't mean to her but after hearing it she didn't try to comfort him again.

Their horses grew tired traversing up hills and turning corners on the dirt paths, but Brita wanted to get back to the village as fast as she could. The horses managed to make it back to the village before collapsing from their exhaustion.

Brain stepped off, holding his hand out to help Brita step down. She took his hand, warm and moist despite her tough training, and helped her to the ground.

She was stronger than that; stronger than Climb and tougher than him...with eyes slit to the gate, he held her hand (with his own) before moving to the gate.

"We're home, have hope. You returned to your village unscathed against someone who can rival Ainz Ooal Gown."

What Brain said was more cheesy than he meant it to be, but Brita appreciated the sentiment howbeit. When they reached the front door, Brita thought he would let go; however he held her dainty hand while kneeling down.

"After I stand up against Shalltear, Ainz and Perfurer...I hope to see you again."

Brita's cheeks were already red but now they appeared to be whistling out steam.

Brain kissed her hand, his lips a little rough but also wet. He let go and moved so gaily back to the caravan. She had a few questions and a few remarks about what he just did...she would never get an answer—never see him again.

I_I_I_I

Dack returned to the Tomb of Nazarick sulking in a room that reminded him of an abandoned room squatters would stay in. It was very dark—quiet. Although nothing could be heard, Dack felt the incisions on the sturdy handle of his knife.

The knife's blade reached from his metacarpals all the way to his ulna, orange in color with two black stars on the right side, a long serrated cut in the middle of the blade with a purple handle and a rubber circle around the handle.

Like all his knives this one had a unique purpose. Dack then heard a knock on the door.

"Lord Dack."

It was Azulea.

"Have you finished preparations for the wedding? It's happening very soon and Shinirael needs you."

"I'm fine." Dack said lamentably. "Come in. Let's have a nice long conversation."

The door creaked open with a slow, eerie vibe creeping on Dack's neck he couldn't help but find funny.

She opened the door like a horror movie character. There she stood in full light, Azulea, his (word) lover-the (nam) to Hector, Dracula to Lisa, and even Edward to Bella.

She was dressed in a bridesmaid attire. A maroon dress with a lacy black belt around her waist with a small tear by her right leg. People always say they were tailored to make the bride look more exquisite; but she was more attractive than even a pretty actress in a Hallmark movie.

"You need anything, Lord Dack?"

"Yes—to be alone with you."

Dack placed a hand on Azulea's thigh. This would be considered an erroneous move if Azulea wasn't attracted to him, and blushed like a scarlet flamingo.

"I-I want to have a dance with you."

"Lord Dack, a wedding is about to start—there will be plenty of time—"

"Please. This is very important."

Dack stood up and extended his hand to his vampire leman. She put her fingers on his palm before being lifted up. Their fingers entwined, she stood stolid with her back straight, her mouth only three inches away from his and she was a little woozy from his hands touching her back.

And then—they loped in circles like giddy bunnies. That frantic dancing changed to a slow tempo, both Dack and Azulea hugging each other tightly and then Dack leaned her back so she could extend her leg.

"Thank you, Azulea. Without you I would be lost trying to wrap my head on what to do in this strange world. Your intelligent, strong and kind. You bring hope to me, Hynrich, Silverbane, Shinirael and all other low level servants who follow us. What I'm trying to say is...I love you."

Azulea felt like birds flew down to nuzzle her cheeks.

Dack, a man who would face the whole world for the children of other gods—her mother—said he loves her. Although she was shocked by the tear droplets cascading down his face, she hugged him tightly.

She was pampered, her senses flared with ebullience as if she inhaled lavender. There was a tiny prickle seeping in her abdomen by something serrated. She presumed it was just one of Dack's weapons concealed in his jacket.

The small inflammation it caused was replaced with a shudder of euphoria as Dack stroked her hair. She was back in the state of serenity a cat feels when its paws touch butter. All warm, completely soft, her insides felt more liquified than her actual bodily fluids.

"Lord Dack, I know I'm skipping a bunch of steps but do you want to have a bab-"

All that warmness and jovialness was ruined when her whole body was sucked up. It happened so quickly she didn't feel any less happy, but then she vanished in a way people could only dream about, trapped inside the tip of a knife—Dack's knife.

Dack intentionally put Azulea in his knife for non-nefarious reasons. Now that she was in his knife he finally sauntered out of his room; on his way to greet and congratulate Shinirael.

I_I_I_I

Humans and trolls were the innate beings of destroying the land they live in.

If Ainz didn't step in they would turmoil forest life until every being starved to death. Humans think hewing down trees with an axe and burring wood were a feat of strength and ingenuity, but if trolls could do it anyone else could. Hynrich was away from Dack—far away—and close to trolls.

Goblin noses were anywhere from slightly longer to stretched out longer than a human's; Hynrich was one of very few goblins who could smell the rotting miasma of deer mawed into and left to rot with half their skin still attached to their skeleton. Hynrich found a few and did the only thing he could do with rotten meat: burn it.

Hynrich burned fourteen of them before he found a clue where the trolls were—by a stream of water. It was easier to smell them without all the rotten meat inhibiting his smell. Tracking them was as easy as finding a frog in a pond.

Before him he saw five trolls bathing in rushing water...all carefree and happy with ebullience ,two even splashing each other. Their gaunt bellies jiggled in a hefty way.

He knew trolls were bulbous creatures, but even Silverbane couldn't stand a fierce current and not be pushed by the water downstream. Their fun, their happiness...it was all dissipated when Hynrich stood before them. They were miffed to see him and it was reciprocated by him looking at them all huffy.

"I stand before you asking you for your loyalty. My name is Hynrich and starting today you will all follow under my tutelage."

He expected them to take it as a joke, but they just looked at each other, their mouths shaking, before stepping out in a linear line.

Hynrich stared for a second at their private areas; thank his creators they were wearing meshed with fox fur pelts. He went through too much today to have a look at those things.

"Why should us follow you, goblin?" The one in the center asked using "us" instead of "we".

"Because if I'm to go against this world I need the best it has to offer to fight with me. Oh, I'm sorry, you asked me 'why'. Well, because I asked for your help—now you should be down on your knees praying to your inept gods I'm siding with you and not against you."

The look on the troll on the far left was hotheaded. None of his kin stopped him when he stormed up to Hynrich, burning red on his face and spewing hot air from his flaring nostrils seen as a hot club in the turbulent gale that suddenly breezed in this isolated forest, ending his fit pointing one of his dirty fingers.

"We don't follow you-"

Hynrich wasn't in the mood to listen to any insipid rant that asininely came out of the annoying trolls mouth; he used only two fingers to tear off almost half of his throat. The other four trolls hardly reacted seeing their comrades throat being torn off.

It was Hynrich's opinion they too liked the idea of him not having vocals to rant with. The idea flew out the window like a canary whose cage door was open after the flesh started to mend and heal at an accelerated rate.

It was clear trying to pull away flesh wasn't a good demonstration of why they should surrender themselves and be his followers.

With one hand he lifted the seething troll off the ground before tossing him so high he could experience wind current and air control only dragons get to experience in just the blink of an eye.

The trolls trembled before they bowed with their knees bent, heads down, and hands stacked on another before Hynrich.

"Your words are our command. Lead us to your enemies and we will—"

"No," Hynrich looked bored. "First I want you to find more creatures with a minimum of your animality. It can be ogres, goblins, wolves even giant snakes, if they have some intelligence. Find them and try to recruit them."

The trees came alive for a short moment—the squirrels scampered out and the leaves and branches hurriedly—and then Hynrich's mighty tricorn soared from it to the sky; it's linear path ending in it catching the troll in its mighty horns before landing beside Hynrich unscathed.

"Then I can make you a real threat."

I_I_I_I

Dack and Shinirael's pre-wedding tradition of not seeing each other happened without any problems. Shinirael didn't have cold feet, wasn't nervous; all he wanted was to see him, thank him for his benevolence and then they mosey into the chapel with the podium made out of gold.

Shinirael was sporting a big smile on his face the whole time, and it just grew bigger when the musicians of Nazarick played regal music after ethereal music as Naberial with Ainz stepped into the hall; right foot first.

The music resounded louder and louder the closer she amble to the podium. While Naberial was fixated on Shinirael...Ainz had his eyes on Dack, the one person he didn't like but also had some respect for. If Ainz wasn't a skeleton his flaring red eyes would say he was scowling at him.

Instead of sitting down with the rest of Nazarick's loyal subjects, he put himself beside Dack in between the shadow clone taking the apperance of Hynrich—and across from Dack in the front row with the "Pleides (Brides)maids was a shadow clone of Azulea.

"Don't you feel like a happy father?"

"What I feel is treason from you. My spies say you intend to go back in time for some lofty means of defeating me and this is after you used an artifact to control Sebas. Are you really so arrogant you think you can ploy all this and step back into Nazarick?"

"I would have done it masquerading as you, but you didn't let me switch.

As for with Hynrich, its true. I was going to go back in time and train reprobate thieves and adventurers to be close to my level, but not for the reasons you think. Trust me on this."

"And how can Ainz Ooal Gown trust you when Suzuki Satoru can't even trust you. If you were one of my friends trust would be no issue, but whether from the new world or earth you're a liar."

Dack had to finish his argument quick; Demiurge was sauntering in between Naberial and Shinirael as the pastor

"My name is Lukas, and before coming to this new world I was a high schooler whom never got into trouble."

Dack's lips were now sealed. Demiurge started his speech.

"We are gathered here on this joyful day to celebrate the union of our righteous Pleides Maid Naberial Gamma and the fallen angel of the unnamed guild Shinirael."

Demiurge had a very prolong book reading going on never made in those romance movies. Dack tried to pay attention diligently enough to pay attention to the homily, and he did so standing still even with Ainz staring at him with a flicker of contempt in his eyes.