A/N: Special thanks to KobeNiku for helping me with this chapter. And Cirno for the gift of ⑨. Also if you are reading this from FFN sorry for reposting chapter 8. Was trying again to fix a line break since FFN hates those for some reason... Thanks for understanding and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 9

Landing on the roof of a house, Ozimyy wondered if she was at the right place. Basing off the alchemical equipment inside she assumed so though it could be some random guy's meth lab for all she knows. She glanced towards her phone. The screen displaying the number seven followed by two other numbers she couldn't bother looking at as she tossed the device back to her inventory.

"Ok, where is that purple hair dye?"

The vampire muttered whilst reaching towards the hole in reality. Whilst searching for the dye, she glanced towards the back of the building.

Her eyes bore itself towards the familiar blond girl assassin psycho lady picking the back door lock. She smiled, admittedly she got a bit nervous if she got the right place. But it looked like she was seeing that those two were here.

Her free hand snapped, casting [Greater Create Item] as a purple outfit, similar in design to her own, materialised around her along with a dark cape. Admittedly she could have casted said spell earlier, but she wasn't one who'd remember to use magic from Overlord of all things. Doubly so since she was a touhou character now.

Ozimyy sighed, though she attempted to justify why she didn't think to use such a convenient spell immediately. A part of her did chastise her for not using such a spell until now.

Regardless, she had to play the part as she was hunting the hunter, no? Sure she wasn't targeting an actual vampire hunter, but she wasn't the Hunter of Vampire Hunters herself, she's just cosplaying so nobody could recognise her in her usual outfit.

Ozimyy paused momentarily, a minor and admittedly irrelevant thought popped up.

Isn't she passing off what she'd normally wear as cosplay? Alternate version or not, it's just her dressing up as herself. Not as a fictional character…

Despite there being nobody to see her, she shrugged. Time to stop thinking about that, there's plans to foil. Though on the plus side, she thinks she found her hair dye.

Grabbing the content, her arm exited her inventory. Now she just has to dye her hair and comple-

"Wait, hair dye takes how long to settle?!"

She'd have to wait 2-6 hours for it? She's better off wearing a wig! At least her hair would have had the right colour when she meets bowl haircut guys and friends. What is she meant to do, wait for it to settle while they get slaughtered?!

She's just glad she casted [Perfect Unknowable]. Otherwise she might as well have announced herself to the blonde girl and her necromancer friend with a dozen loudspeakers strung together.

Casting [Seeming] [1], an illusionary haze covered her head. A near identical image of her face masked her appearance. Save for the hair colour and the pale skin.

"When in doubt. Magic out."

Hopping off the roof of the bowl haircut guy's house, she began to contemplate how she could surprise them.

She could go with the classic "Eh, what's up doc?" line, though as funny as that might be she'd figure she'd just most likely meet a generic response. 'Who are you?! How'd you sneak behind us?!' Or something. The two would attempt to blast or stab her without realising she is seventy or so levels past them. They're both pricks who think they are hot shit because they are a dozen levels higher than the average adventurer after all.

Better go with something a bit more condescending for this little prank. Fit the theme and all… Actually, she might borrow a move from Oblivon's book this time.

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The locks of the door clicked as the door squeaked open. Clementine smiled, it's only a matter of time before the alchemist boy would arrive home. A matter of time before she could add more zombies for Khajiit to play with.

Things would be a lot more fun once Khajiit could get the Crown of Wisdom working. It's so fortunate that the boy has such a convenient tallent, though no doubt he'd attempt to pull up some resistance but it's nothing a few mutilations couldn't fix.

Entering the residence, her eyes slowly adjust to the dark conditions of the building. Her vision begins to make out the image of various alchemical equipment dimly glowing as she starts to head deeper into the room. Darting her eyes towards potential hiding spots for the surprise she's going to throw to the alchemist and his escort adventurers.

Though for a supposedly empty residence, there is a surprising amount of things still burni-

A crash suddenly echoed to her ears. Snapping her head around, she saw the old magic caster on the ground. The aroma of burning flesh hit her nose as she noticed all of his zombies on the ground ablaze. His staff snapped in half near a lilac haired little girl.

"Did you two really think things were going to end up without any hiccups? Didn't you two know we're playing in Lunatic Mode right now?"

"WHO ARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU INTRUDE ON MY PLAN!"

The little girl tilted her head, giving off a mocking impression of confusion. Her eyes quickly darted towards Clementine before returning back at the old man, crimson eyes glowing momentarily as the assassin felt the air suddenly getting colder.

"Wooowww reeeally? What a boring line. 'How dare you intrude on my plan'? How unoriginal. One out of ten."

"WHA… WHAT NONSENSE ARE YOU SPOUTI-"

The old man was unable to finish his sentence before a Crimson blade suddenly materialised, quickly removing the old man's head. Glancing back towards the assassin, the little girl gave off a smirk. "Hopefully you have a better response Clementine. You might regret it otherwise."

Clementine smirked back in response. "Oh, confident. I wonder how I can play with you?"

Chuckling momentarily, the girl tilted her head towards the assassin. "You know, I'm a big fan of games myself. But…"

The palms of her hands already wrapped hold of her daggers as she proceeded to throw them towards the little girl. Only for the girl to lazily nudge her body around the impromptu projectiles, a small clicking sound echoed around her as they whizzed past the girl harmlessly, barely registering the blades as a threat.

"Boo, too predictable. Try again!"

Wrapping her fingers over another set of blades, Clementine sprang towards the girl. The blades made their way towards the girl, only for the blades to harmlessly graze past her at the last moment. The girl yawned, barely paying attention to the fight before the sole of her foot pressed onto Clementine's stomach.

Slamming towards a wall, Clemintine grabbed an alchemical bottle from under her robe. Throwing the bottle towards her, the shattering of glass echoed into her ears only for a soft chuckling to ring to her ears as the girl walked from the fumes unaffected from the clouds of toxin.

"Are you treating this fight like your usual opponents? This isn't Easy Mode, you know?"

Clementine began to chuckle. Looking back to the girl she swore on her head. She'll have to get a bit more serious now wouldn't she? She'll wipe that smirk off the girl's face!

"Let's see if you can still smile after I slash your face off! [Ability Boost], [Greater Ability Boost], [Pace of the Wind]"

Crouching, she immediately sprang towards the girl. Feeling the rush of air on her face, her mouth gave off a grin. Her hands gripping her blades once more as she proceeded to thrust towards the girl.

Clementine's eyes widened momentarily as the girl once again lazily nudged her body around the blades. A click echoed out once for as for a moment she could have sworn she saw a red orb around the centre of her body. Her eyes darted towards the crimson blade being raised. Sputtering [Greater Evasion] as quickly as she could, she managed to twist herself around the blade before narrowly avoiding it.

Landing on her feet, she felt a small tinge of pain on her back. Clicking her tongue, she connected the dots. The blade the girl was using must have been some sort of elemental weapon.

"Well if you used up all your cards, mind if I take my turn now?"

Giving off a wry smile, Clementine proceeded to strengthen the grip on her dagger.

"[Flow Acceleration]"

The assassin jumped towards the girl once more, the flow of time slowing as a red orb began to materialise on the centre of her body. Noticing the glowing orb, she began to thrust her blade towards it. Only for the orb to avoid her attack. The blade phasing through the girl's body harmlessly.

Seeing the girl's leg raising, she began to twist around the attack. Her body grazed the leg only for her to feel hands grasping on her shoulder. Feeling the attack connect, Clementine spat out in pain as her body collided towards a wall once more.

"Ah, as much as I'd like to continue playing with you. I am on a tight deadline… I'm going to have to end this now."

Clementine started back towards the girl momentarily, trying to process the words. A chuckle escaped her mouth, progressively growing to a full grown laugh.

"Oh? You want to run away?"

The girl only gave off a grin in response.

"On the contrary. You'll probably be the one wanting to run after this… [Destruction of Martial Arts]."

Shattered glass suddenly echoed around her, feeling the power of martial arts escape her she darted her eyes towards the little girl. The girl merely stood around in response, looking back at her.

"Go ahead, try it."

Clicking her tongue, she recastted [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ.

Clementine's eyes widened. The effects did not come through. Her eyes darted back to the girl as her grin grew wider.

"Still want to continue?"

Adrenaline began to flood through her body, her eyes beginning to shake as she fiercely began to suppress the feeling before staring back towards the girl.

[̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ

[̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ

[̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ

[̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ[̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ [̷̧̜̮̱̲̍̔̎̊̉͗͝Ğ̶̨̝͙̙̀̉̎̚ṛ̶̢̱̯͚͙̃̓̕ȇ̵̢̟̣́͑a̸̢̯̞̍̐̎̔̕͠t̸̺̞̣̫͍̪̋̕͝͝ȅ̷̯̣̖̲ṛ̶̤͍͕̠̹̬̯̈́̉́͝͝ ̴̧̢̛͖̗͉̠̦̦͕̅̍̑̔̏̓͆͝A̶̢̡̛͙̥̫̹͇̱͆̉̄͗͜b̶̯͌̅̀͒i̴̧̛͕l̵̙̗͈̬̈ī̴̢̛̟̲͈͔͕̮͉̀̾̆̒̈́͝t̴͓̠̻̋͊̈́̔̄́̕̕͠ỳ̴̲͎͂̎͑̋͗̔͂͘ ̶̯̼̺̘͑͐̀͂̕͠͝Ḅ̴̟̍̈̄̀̏̾̀̈́̚͜ȍ̷͓͕̫̝̦͎̿̐o̵̧̨͍͇̘̯̓̐̒̈̂̈́̋s̸͍̯̺̮̍̌͂͛̚t̷̛̘̜̬͙̳͝ͅ]̷̠̼͉̤̝̜͝ͅ

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"

"Eh? Wasn't it straight forward enough for you? I merely destroyed your ability to use martial arts..."

The desire to escape once again began to creep up around the assassin once more. Sensing that, the girl in front of her tilted her head in mock confusion. "Oh? Is that fear I'm seeing? What happened to wanting to slash my face off? Don't tell me you're having cold feet now."

Taking a step back, the girl suddenly vanished. Clemtinine felt something slamming towards her face before the assassin found herself on the ground.

"Looks like the hunter… Has become the hunted!"

The girl smiled, glancing towards the assassin who began to desperately flail her arms to the girl with little to no effect. Pausing momentarily, the girl began to contemplate.

"Yeah, you're right. That line was cringe… How about 'Git gud scrub. You better train for a thousand years if ya wanna get to my level!'"

Blood began to leak out of the bottom of her fists as Clemintine continued to wail her arms towards the girl. The girl merely clicked her tongue as though the assassin wasn't trying to scratch her arm in futility.

"Nah, that's a boring line. Too many people used it for it to be funny… But hey. It's not like you heard that one before, have you Clem?"

Clementine felt her fingers beginning to crack, a scream barely escaped her throat as most of it was muffled from the hand still stuck on her face. Pain quickly pulsed through her veins all whilst the little girl stared back indifferent to the assassin's suffering.

"Welp, how about this. Since I'm not all that original either, how about I just cap this off with a funny? You wanna go to Brazil? Ah, who am I kidding, you don't have a choice."

Feeling her body lifting from the ground, she immediately attempted to kick the little girl. Unfortunately for the assassin, the girl did not even register the supposed damage she was supposed to be taking. Her legs flailed towards the girl much like her now broken fingers had as weakly holding the girl's arm, struggling to pry herself free from the girl's grasp.

"Welp, time for you to go to Brazil! [Gate]"

Feeling her body flying, a black void quickly engulfed Clementine before she felt a sharp pain immediately sprout all over her back. Mercifully, her body decided to pass out just as a white being made almost entirely out of tentacles noticed her crashing towards the room.

The little girl glanced towards the closing portal before she sighed.

"Hey, Neuronist. Mind holding her for a while before I hand her off to Kobe? You can come and see what we are going to do later if you want, it might help with your future projects."

"Very well Ozimyy. Though next time please don't just throw our guests towards the torture chamber like that. You made a mess of the equipment."

"Ah, my bad. I'll keep that in mind for next time."

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"Thanks for your work, Grandma Bareare was cooling some juice, feel free to have some."

Turning back towards his residence, the door creaked open. Kitsu noticed a silhouette revealing itself turning from the corner or the room. Her spine shivered and straightened up as the figure revealed itself.

As much as the figure had wanted to mimic the look of Clementine, Kitsu knew it wasn't her. Clementine had a scent, she had a spiritual presence. This thing didn't. "Welcome back you all, how's the trip?"

Kitsu felt goosebumps flow through her momentarily. Sweat escaped the pores of her skin as she looked back at the mimic, unnerved. "What the hell are you?!"

The Clementine look alike smiled in response. Her head tilted in false naivety. "Isn't that obvious Kitsu? Who do you think I am?"

"You better be someone trying to fuck with me, because I don't really fucking know…" A faint chuckle escaped the being's throat, its eyes glowing as they bore back towards the cat girl.

"Well, ROB wasn't exactly satisfied having you roam around in 'easy mode'. You can call me, Yog-Sothoth."

Before the being was able to finish its name, Kitsu disappeared from the room. The being turning its head towards the others as the veil of illusion covering it disappeared. Revealing a lilac haired little girl chuckling to herself before glancing towards the alchemist.

Seeing the Swords of Darkness staring at her frozen, she took the opportunity to dash towards the party. Peter attempted to grab Nfirea only to find his body thrown back by the palm of her hand.

"Taking the kid, bye! [Gate]"

Seeing the body engulfed by the opening rift, the girl's laughter rang towards their ears before closing up. Projectiles attempted to strike her only for her to halfheartedly shift it out of the way.

Unable to save their client, the Swords of Darkness merely stared towards where the portal had been. Frustration began to flow through their minds just to pause as a new portal opened in front of them.

A piece of paper drifted to the ground out of the portal as it closed.

Re-entering the room, Kitsu tucked her tail between her legs. Her ears drooped with her face flushing red.

"I really thought it was that eldritch being, but it was just O-"

"At ta ta ta… Don't say my name Kitsu, I'm Castella Red when my hair is purple."

Kitsu flinched, Couldn't Ozimyy just leave her to her shame? She mentally sighed before looking back at the party staring back at her in disappointment.

"Just Castella Red…"

Ignoring his opinion of the cat girl dropping, Dyne couldn't help but ask the cat girl. "You know the little one?"

"Yeah, her. I literally cannot do anything against O-"

"Ahem!"

"Castella, she's significantly stronger than me. And can dodge everything I throw at her…"

Suppressing the urge to face palm at the cat girl, Ninya glanced towards the piece of paper on the ground, reaching to grab the slip. Her eyes bore to its content.

Ninya's eyes twitched, unable to understand the odd string of writing. Though the image of a butt and a crude drawing of the girl smugly smiling, standing on top of the lying bodies of what she assumed was supposed to be them, Momon, Nabe and Kitsu was self explanatory enough.

Snatching the slip out of her hands, Kitsu glanced towards the content before narrowing her eyes.

"If you want the bowl haircut kid back, you're going to have to catch me at the graveyard. Nyeh heh heh, betcha can't Swords of Losers! ;P - Castella Red"

Standing back up, Peter raised an eyebrow. Asking himself as to how the cat girl was able to read the strings on lines together before remembering she was a member of Momon's party. Rubbing his sore back before he glanced towards the slip along with Lukrut and Dyne.

"Ok, that little shit must be messing with us…" Lukrut uttered, despite the crass way he put the words Peter merely nodded back in agreement.

"But the fact still remains, we have to get Nfirea back. She did say she was going to be at the graveyard right?" Dyne frowned.

"Yeah, though we're probably going to have to call in Momon first. He's going to be 'thrilled' to hear she's back…" Ninya perked towards Kitsu's comment, recalling the conversation she had with Momon.

"You don't think she was the vampire Momon was trying to hunt down was she?"

"Yes…" Nodding, Dyne noted the cat girl's response. If Kitsu's words are anything to believe, she's going to be a tough opponent. Regardless of how childish she acted. Momon is not going to like this…

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Momon sighed, watching the clerk finish off the documents for Hamsuke. He contemplated on how the Swords of Darkness was doing right now. Parts of him wished something exciting would happen right about now.

"Yo, Momon. We have some serious shit going on right now!" Momon jerked before reaching towards his head. Had the Overlord still had his tongue, he would have clicked his tongue. He just jinxed himself didn't he?

"Eh? Kitsu! What's going on?"

"We got Yog-Sothoth in Nfirea's house right now!"

Momon paused, Yog-Sothoth?! An eldritch creature from Lovecraft?! Did ROB summon him to the house?! A wave of panic began to flood his mind before the effects of [Emotional Suppression] kicked in.

"Got it! I'll be there as soon as possible!"

Lowering his arm, Momonga prepared to apologise to the clerk. Ready to ask to continue the registration another time as he had an emergency to deal with. Only for another voice to cut off that thought.

"Hey Ai- Momonga, got the kid. Might have spooked Kitsu into thinking I was Yog-Sothoth though."

Momonga paused, turning back to the clerk as a wave of relief did hit his mind. For a moment Momonga wondered why Kitsu jumped to such a drastic conclusion. She had a great sense of smell and could detect spiritual presence, no?

Suddenly, he remembered the vampire having the concept of destruction. And the ability to destroy level caps. Noting to ask the vampire to destroy his level cap on the top of his head, he continued to process the messages he was suddenly receiving.

Why couldn't she just do something equally ridiculous like destroy her own presence? Times like these had Momonga make another note to himself to study what exactly his friends could do.

"Oh, is this part of your plan to have Nfirea meet KobeNiku?"

"Yup, just briefed him on what was happening. Led him to New Camelot to meet his girlfriend, people normally tend to be too sus of me if I were to just dump him wherever…"

If the admittedly short meeting between him and the vampire was anything to go by, she's probably just going to mess with them isn't she? Normally Momonga might have questioned why she's going through all the effort. She wouldn't do anything to them since it doesn't align with her interests however ROB in a way forced her hand.

"Just don't go too far…"

"Yeah, be meeting you at the graveyard. Bowl Haircut should be finished talking to Kobe by then."

Momonga wanted to sigh. Glancing towards Nabe, the Armoured Overlord merely nodded towards her. The disguised maid nodded in return, ready to remove her cloak as soon as she got to the location.

Meanwhile, Momonga recalled the nickname the vampire had given the alchemist. "Bowl Haircut?"

"Hey. I'm bad at remembering names, okay."

Momonga nodded before looking back at the clerk finishing his documents. He could pretend he didn't notice Kitsu's message right? He just hoped nothing else happened in the next five minutes.

"Were you the one who went out to gather herbs with my grandson?" Turning around, the armoured Overlord locked eyes with an old woman. "I'm Lizzie Bareare, Nfirea's grandmother."

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[1] This spell was taken straight out of dnd since I can't find an Overlord spell equivalent. Should be fine since Maruyama based Overlord from DnD no?