Hello Scrolls and Followers of Justice, this is Mr. Bones bringing chapter 3 of my Overlord fanfic. In this chapter we will discover more about how the Traveler suspects, I hope you like it. Again, if anyone wants to give feedback, I appreciate it.

With you

Chapter 03: A Familiar Story

"The next day, I was going down early to eat, as Vulku, Fineas and I were leaving as soon as the day broke, then I saw Mr. Telcontar sitting in a corner" – continued Rumble without wasting any more time.

"Good morning, Mr. Telcontar, looks like you wake up like dwarves, pretty early."

"Good morning, Mr. Rumble," – he said – "yes, I'm used to it. Would you like to sit down and have something to eat? And by the way, I saw that your two friends just left."

"Of course, they must finish making the final adjustments before we leave."

"Is that so. So, where are you going?"

"We are going to the Sorcerer Kingdom, ever heard of it?"

"I've heard some bad things and some very bad things."

"Oh! It depends who you ask, from us dwarves you will only hear good things, especially since we were saved by the Sorcerer King personally."

"What rumors have you heard? The one that he killed nearly 200,000 soldiers in the Katze Plains, that he subdued the ice dragons, that he ended the Quagoa army, that he defeated a demon king, that he destroyed Re-Estize, or that he is an undead?!" – I asked excitedly.

"That, all of them."

"Wow, you must have talked to a lot of people!"

"And are they true? These rumors, I mean" – he asked.

"Yes, probably, at least I believe so. From what I witnessed in the fight against the Quagoa, I'm sure it's all true! I saw him once up close, indeed he is an undead, but not an ordinary one, nothing compares to him" – I explained.

"So he doesn't hate the living, at least not the dwarves. The Quagoas may be another story."

"I think the Sorcerer King is practical in his actions, I know he had his reasons for saving us, ending the Quagoa was probably necessary for what he wanted. The dragons weren't even slaughtered from what I heard, it looks like they're going to work transporting great things between the realms."

"About what happened in Katze, I think it was a way to end that war once and for all, they've been in this for decades.'

"If the Sorcerer King hadn't been there sir, probably 40 thousand soldiers on each side would have died, the following year again and again, the King just put an end to this nonsense, killing everything at once and only on one side".

"Only a madman would continue at war after that". – said Mr. Telcontar.

"Yes, definitely. But be honest with me, what really brings you to these lands?" – I asked.

"Actually, I'm just passing through." – He said without any interest, as if he had no destination to go next.

"Really? What is your business, if I may ask".

"Well, I'm a storyteller, a collector of tales, so I travel a lot and stay somewhere for a short period of time, long enough to learn something and share something, so I take it one day at a time".

"Must be hard to keep moving or supporting yourself, from what we saw yesterday. By the way, I'm sorry for my colleague's attitude, that was stupid."

"No problem" – he cleared his throat – "usually those who like to plot a lot, distrust everyone and think that everyone is just like them".

"That's good advice, if people paid more attention to them, there would be less trouble."

—"Undoubtedly! But about my travels, I may not have much with me, but what I have is enough for me for now, I enjoy the company of other travelers and I always make some friends wherever I go, like you Rumble."

"Well, I'm glad it all worked out then, Mr. Telcontar."

"Besides, Mr Rumble, someday I'll find my home and I'll be able to really rest there."

—"I hope luck smiles on you then. You talked about stories, but what kind of stories? Are you a bard?'

"No, I'm not a bard, but that's about it. Sometimes I tell stories to entertain traveling groups or in towns and cities where I go to earn some money, but nothing surprising."

"I collect and tell folk stories from places that no longer exist, some I heard in kingdoms I passed, others are myths from their own lands, stories passed down by word of mouth, some known only to the elders and others already forgotten by everyone but me, some are legends."

"But not every legend is made-up, sometimes you find one so fantastic, with acts that would surpass the most splendid heroes, that you end up thinking that it never happened, but they were real".

"For example, I will tell you a story, a story about a fortress and one of its conquests, it is called…"

"The fortress"

"Many ages ago, there was a kingdom whose name was lost in time, a kingdom of battles where those who lived there could only dedicate themselves to three things: friendship, adventures and battles, not necessarily in that order.

The inhabitants of the place came together in search of glory, honor and fun, but sometimes the fun of some clashed with that of others and disputes were inevitable, as not all were so good, some had darker intentions, attacked others fortresses just because they were different, they hunted their inhabitants for sport and dedicated themselves to the extermination of other races.

One of the old fortresses that had been attacked was also one of the strongest, not because it used fortunes to buy more powerful weapons, as the others did, but because its occupants were very, very prepared against their tormentors, in fact they were so prepared that an army was needed to confront them.

Through plot and collusion, a never-before-formed army arose, attacking when some of the lords of the ancient fortress were out.

Those who stayed fought along with the protectors with all their might, casting legendary spells, striking with weapons that could split mountains, but the invaders were as strong as they were, and they had more soldiers.

Not even the Red Knight could withstand the attack. She met her end at the fortress gates, still clutching her broken spear.

The Master Strategist, despite his strength, perished along with his servants.

The honorable Blue Warrior, who could rival any attacker in a duel, could not withstand the tide of enemies.

The brothers who supported themselves in the fights fulfilled their functions, reducing the number of invaders and weakening them.

Only when the last victim fell was the invaders' fate sealed. Cursed, they suffered so much that the immortal human was able to defend the ancient stronghold until their lords returned to finish off the invading army.

No coins were taken, no prizes claimed or trophies held up, all they took was death and suffering.

The fortress survived, at great cost, but never again did another invading army try to usurp them. A lesson was taught to all who envied them: don't mess with us."

"What a story! Kinda short but really good! Is it real? Who was the Red Knight?" – I asked, because the story was really very good, told in a way that made you pay attention, almost like a bard's charm, it was… captivating, and you know how dwarves like stories.

"Yes, I understand that well," Ainz said as he metaphorically rolled his eyes.

"The story as far as I know is real," he continued, "told in different ways by different people, but this is just one of their stories, each character has their own adventures, that's where you get the audience, you give them a sample and leave them wanting more, so I earn a few coppers and manage to survive".

"Very well, I understand the point, but if I may ask, without it costing me a copper of course, what is the name of the attacked fortress, lord Telcontar?" – I wanted to know.

"Indeed, it is said that the fortress still exists hidden in some secret place or in plain sight, mortally guarded but awaiting its lords, and I will find it someday. This fortress is called Nazarick, have you heard of it?"