leodragonx: The purpose of this spear is to be a HUGE problem. It does not appear in Overlord, so it's obviously a creation of the author. However, it's the sort of malicious and evil artifact that Ulbert Alain Odle could really have created.

As I started redacting this part of the storyboard, I sat down and thought. "If I were Odle and had failed twice in a row to create an artifact capable of summoning entire armies, what would I do...? In other words, if brute force fails, what remains?" The answer was obvious—psychological weapons.

By itself, massacring a large number of enemies does not allow victory. The number of deaths never stops a nation from continuing to fight... at least as long as it has hope of winning the war. That's why the Dragonspear summon a demon-dragon nicknamed Hope-Eater.

Downfall

Daggerford, Roble Holy Kingdom

Miriel was one of those people who woke up instantly.

Just a moment ago, she was sleeping peacefully in her room at Daggerford castle... the next moment the half-elf summoner was sitting in bed... and was stuffing her ears.

It must be said that the sound of the end of the world had just woke her up in a sudden burst.

Eyes still unfocused, mouth pasty, the wizard turned to the window and wanted to get out of bed.

Two women who had been sitting in chairs near her stood up and took her by the arm, pushing her to lie down. But the noise outside prevented the Summoner from hearing what they were trying to say.

A violent glow suddenly illuminated the room, forcing her to close her eyes. The blast blew both of the nurses to the ground and Miriel stood up. Almost mechanically, she invoked a small water elemental to put out the curtains that had caught fire.

Leaning out of the window, the half-elf looked around.

Flames burned on the roofs. In the courtyard, soldiers ran in all directions to extinguish the fires. Sending the elemental back after it finished its task, she reached out and concentrated more deeply.

At the index of her right hand, the Actorios lit up, projecting reddish lights all around the Summoner.

"Summon Greater Water Elemental!"

Suddenly, in the courtyard, a huge drop of water materialized and grew larger and larger before taking the form of an aqueous humanoid whose legs were replaced by torrents that joined together in an ouroboros that was a reminder of the cycle of water.

The Greater Water Elemental immediately began to extinguish the flames that had taken hold of the stable roof, saving the horses from a horrible death. Miriel lost interest in what was going on in the castle, turning her head to one side and then to the other, trying to discover the assailant.

In the sky, she saw the passage of a black dragon. The hideous monster turned and veered, trying to outrun its pursuer, a red dragon that spat fire or resorted to magic to attack it... this one was Elvil, of course. While leaning over, Miriel saw a fragment of the city between two towers... and a kind of opaque black mist, stood between the roofs forming a sort of barrier that blocked the view.

The wizard turned around when she heard her two nurses get up.

The half-elf recognized Diolaine, again dressed as a maid, and... frowned. The second woman was familiar to her. Her skin was light grey, and she had pointed ears... yet she was not an elf. She was a Changeling, a race that did not exist in the New World... She was stunningly beautiful, dressed in a blue velvet dress leaving her shoulders bare. Her long wavy hair was held back by a net of pearls tied to the forehead by a small sapphire, clearing an oval face of great perfection. Her lips were voluptuous, her blue eyes burning like coal. Miriel spoke her name without even realizing it...

"Fiona Saphira?"

The Changeling smiled.

"It's good to see you again, Miriel!"

Suddenly dizzy, the Summoner had to go back and sit on the bed because her legs were weak. Miriel's head spun... she was talking to an NPC from Obscura Onihime Online. And this NPC remembered her...

To embark on the quest for the Orb of Usha, one must first journey to Rahaguen, the underground city ruled by Elvil. However, to gain an audience with the dragon, one must first complete several secondary quests. Elvil does not accept any group of players who are simply willing to search for the Orb on its behalf. They must demonstrate their abilities by aiding the inhabitants of the underground city.

Miriel only remembered one of the secondary quests. Rahaguen's orphanage was run by a retired assassin named Angel Krang, one of the few humans to inhabit the underground city. One of the volunteers who assisted him was a kindhearted Changeling prostitute, the beautiful Fiona Saphira.

But after months of assisting Angel, Fiona had developed feelings for the former assassin. However, due to her job, she feared Angel's potential reaction to her love declaration. 'Stormhawk' the guild of which Miriel/ Watanabe Haruko was a member had helped the pretty Changeling to conquer the heart of Angel Krang. A nice change of pace after hours of dungeon crawling. The quest ended with a wedding and...

Miriel turned her head toward the Changeling.

"Was I at your wedding with Angel?"

The former prostitute seemed surprised.

"Yes, of course. You don't remember? That was the last time we saw each other. Then you went on a quest sponsored by King Elvil and... I heard you were dead."

Once again, Miriel had to fight syncope. Watanabe Haruko had experienced these events with a virtual reality headset on her head... But for Fiona Saphira, Angel Krang and the rest of the people in Rahaguen, all of this had really happened.

After using the Orb of Usha to contact Elvil, and negotiate its coming into the New World, Watanabe Haruko thought she had accepted that 'Miriel' had a real existence before she was invoked by the Cardinals of the Slane Theocracy and her soul came to inhabit the body of 'Miriel'. But, precisely, was it really 'her' soul? Watanabe Haruko was a quiet, shy, fearful girl who did not dare to rebel and used to be a punching bag for the bullies of her class. Since she arrived in the New World, she has been acting more like the real 'Miriel' than 'Watanabe Haruko'.

Was she really the soul of 'Haruko' in the body of 'Miriel'... or a mixture of 'Haruko' and 'Miriel' soul in the body of the latter?

"Are you all right? You're so pale!"

Miriel shook her hand negatively. It was better for her to stop thinking about what had happened to her... doubting her own identity could only lead her to madness!

"It's nothing... more important... what is going on? What is this black dragon that attacks the city?"

Fiona and Diolaine exchanged glances, and then the latter spoke.

"This deserves a loooong explanation..."

"Five days! Elvil let me sleep for five days!"

In all that Diolaine had said, what shocked Miriel the most was the length of her 'little' nap.

Fiona spoke:

"You needed it, you really needed it. So Elvil's wizards cast Sleep spells to force you to rest. From what your friends have told me, you're exhausted."

Her maid goes on to add:

"You just proved it again. As soon as you woke up you invoked a giant elemental, then you asked for situation reports... what were you in a previous life... a general, a queen?"

"A schoolgirl," replied Miriel.

The Changeling laughed.

"Elvil wanted to keep you close to him, but Diolaine managed to bring you back to the castle... you can't even imagine what she dared to say to our king!"

Miriel looked at her maid with suspicion.

"Given the number of disrespectful remarks made by Diolaine in my presence, I have been tempted many times to believe that I could no longer be surprised by her insolence. Alas... she keeps showing me that I underestimate her."

Fiona Saphira shook her head.

"She dared to say to Elvil that... I quote... 'A dragon of its venerable age should no longer sleep with a doll... especially if the doll in question is a living asleep half-elf.' I have never seen our king so shocked and dumbfounded. No one ever dared to talk to its Majesty like that... and I was afraid for a moment it would swallow Diolaine without chewing."

"He would have had terrible stomach pains," replied the spy of the Theocracy.

Miriel facepalmed.

"I don't want to hear anything more... spare me the rest of the jokes!"

That's why the wizard was afraid to stay asleep for a long time... Every time she slept for a few hours, her allies were just messing around, her enemies launched a grand plan to capture her and, generally speaking, the pile of urgent tasks awaiting her attention doubled in size...

Outside, the confrontation was over. As in the previous four fights, Elvil had won... but it was obvious that Jadalbaoth must be laughing right now. After all, even if the dragon king could defeat its opponent a hundred times, it would not prevent the demon-dragon from returning a hundred and first time... On the other hand, it was enough that Elvil lost once to make it 'game over'.

"Invoked once a day... every day... Such regularity must be the result of a curse or the use of some magical artifact..." says Miriel without addressing anyone in particular. "It must be ended without delay..."

She turned to the Changeling.

"Fiona, go ask for an audience with Elvil, we need to talk."

"I'm working on it!"

As the former prostitute left her room, the Summoner turned to her maid.

"You must go and fetch me the leader of the Aymerick's Ranger."

Diolaine frowned.

"Aymerick Amand Noirfond?"

Miriel nodded.

"Yes, I have to talk to him. Get ready for a trip... three people counting you, let's say three days of absence. Warn everyone!"

The interview with Elvil was brief. The dragon-king had listened to the half-elf explaining her conclusions about the apparition of the black dragon and smiled mockingly.

"Do you think you can teach me anything, Miriel? Unfortunately, despite all my power, there is nothing I can do immediately. Without knowing more about my enemy, I can only wait for his next attack. Age has taught me patience. Enemies that do not make mistakes do not exist. For now, we must endure and wait for a clue to lead us to the summoner of this parody of a dragon."

Near her king's dais, an Alkane woman held her helmet in the hollow of her arm, revealing her face. Her skin was black, she had two short horns sticking out of her forehead, and her mouth was full of canines. It was the Alkahue, the leader of the Alkane clan who served Elvil.

"A skilled swordsman bides his time, waiting for his opponent's vulnerable moment before striking," she said.

"Exactly," concluded Elvil.

Miriel returned to her room to find Aymerick Amand Noirfond waiting for her at the door with Diolaine. The Summoner slightly inclined and said, "My Lord, I would like you to accompany me on a short trip and allow for three days' absence." The noble in exile frowned and replied, "Excuse me, but I can't leave like that. I have a troop of men to take care of. With all due respect, you'll have to say more than that before I agree to follow you, wizard!" Miriel sighed and raised her hand, casting "Illumination!" A violent light spread in the small room, revealing the silhouette of a two-dimensional, sooty demon that was hiding until then in the shadow of a wardrobe. She then cast "Magic Missiles!" and a rain of blue-white energy missiles hit the demon before she took out a black sword from her Inventory and cast "Dancing Sword!" The weapon, as if wielded by invisible hands, attacked and pierced the Shadow Demon. As the creature summoned from some hellish plane of existence dissolved into purple particles, the Summoner turned again to a stunned Aymerick Amand Noirfond and said, "Now that we are among ourselves, I can tell you, King Rampossa III and Prince Zanac are alive."

Re-Lobell (Sorcerer Kingdom)

The Fresh Water Sea was a vast sea west of the New World. The most important commercial port of the Sorcerer Kingdom (and of the Re-Estize Kingdom before that) was located on the maritime side of this kingdom. Re-Lobell had always been an important crossing point. Ships even arrived at night, guided by the light of its lighthouse.

Nevertheless, over the past few months, activity has doubled or even more. It must be said that the humanitarian aid that Ainz offered to the Roble Holy Kingdom (mainly grain wheat) was shipped at Re-Lobell and crossed the Fresh Water Sea to the ports of Prat, Rimun, or Oreson.

However, in addition to this now-usual activity, several large vessels converted into troop carriers were moored at the docks, and columns of armored soldiers boarded. Their black and green banners were decorated with the coat of arms of the Baharuth Empire.

The people of Re-Lobell had seen Ainz Ooal Gown coming six days earlier. He was accompanied by several of his subordinates, especially a vampire dressed as a gothic lolita. In the following days, Gown and the Nazaricks NPC had opened large gates resembling ponds of black water crossed by reddish ripples. And it was through these portals that an army under the command of Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix emerged.

Before Gown arrived, measures were taken to requisition ships and provide them with the minimum comfort necessary for passenger transport. However, it took several days to complete this task. Meanwhile, the soldiers were free to visit the city. The ports were supposed to provide much entertainment for travelers, but Re-Lobell was uncomfortably quiet and many houses, especially in rich neighborhoods, were abandoned. The residents who stayed were suspicious of the Bharuth's Knights. They were speaking in hushed tones, casting suspicious glances around, and quickly dispersing. When a Death Knights patrol arrived, the streets emptied almost instantly. The mothers went out to get their children who were playing outside and locked themselves inside their homes.

The Sorcerer Kingdom was the land of fear.

Ainz Ooal Gown wanted the annihilation of the Re-Estize kingdom to be a spectacular example of what was happening to those who dared to oppose him.

This 'example' had perfectly fulfilled its objectives. The other nations, as well as the survivors of the people of Re-Estize now trapped in the Sorcerer Kingdom, feared that they would be the raw material for the next 'example' to educate people on how to satiate the Undead King's appetite for power.

Jircniv stood on the cobblestones of the port, not far from him a wooden ramp allowed access to a large ship. The ship had a high bow and a high stern, both crenelated like a castle. She had three masts that allowed it to sail with ease even in headwinds. A breeze coming from the open sea, scented with salt and algae drove away the city's noxious air. This sea breeze fueled some adventurous excitement in the earth of the lonely Emperor. Although Baharuth had access to the North Sea and Border Lake, Jircniv had always been too busy with state affairs to go out to sea. This trip was a new experience that put him in a good mood.

More than that, Jircniv was happy to leave Re-Lobell. The Baharuth's Emperor was housed in a guest suite in the castle of the local nobleman. Gown had probably given orders for the Emperor of Baharuth to be treated as an honored visitor. The finest dishes, jugglers, and entertainers to liven up his meals, dedicated servants always available... He was undoubtedly treated according to his rank. Nevertheless, the atmosphere of the castle was deleterious...

Even the lord of Re-Lobell could not hide his terror every time he was put in the presence of Gown. Yet the aristocrat strove to remain close to his conqueror, trying in every possible way to satisfy him, obeying every single one of his orders... as if his life depended on it (which was the case, by the way).

The aristocrat was not an exception. Maids would run when they saw the Overlord in a corridor. Servants would pale. Even the human guards seemed to fear for their lives... Moreover, the lords of the former Re-Estize Kingdom struggled to keep their soldiers. First, Gown (like all dictators) was hostile to the existence of an army that was not under his control. Secondly, their function required the feudal guards to be in close contact with the undead who patrolled the ramparts of their cities or castles and had even settled in the garrison buildings.

Many guards resigned, not bearing the company of rusty-armor skeletons and rotting zombies who had become their 'brothers-in-arms'.

"I made you wait, my friend".

Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix turned and smiled... a lifetime of hiding his feelings had made him an excellent diplomat. He even seemed sincere when he replied by slightly bowing, a hand on his heart.

"Lord Ainz, I was looking at the sea, I did not see the time passing."

The huge skeletal undead nodded his head and walked up to stand next to the Emperor. He looked at the ocean that stretched far away, a blue immensity above which was turning screaming seagulls. White foam seared the waves that broke regularly on the moles.

"A simple and relaxing landscape... I had not seen the sea since my arrival in the New World."

Jircniv nodded and answered with a few kind words, but he was hiding a sudden burst of anger.

Gown had intervened in the war between Baharuth and Re-Estize on the pretext that the area of E-Rantel and the village of Carne belonged to him because Nazarik had been built on these lands long before the foundation of Re-Estize... Except, by these worlds, Gown had more or less admitted that he had arrived recently. Of course, no one had been fooled by the Sorcerer King's lie... but thinking back to the Katze Plains Massacre stirred up Jircniv's anger and sense of humiliation.

They talked for a few more minutes while contemplating the sea, Ainz reminded Jircniv that his mission was to save the Holy Kingdom threatened by the hordes of Jadalbaoth but also to bring Miriel back to Arwintar, by tempting her by funding offering, rare ingredients, the position of minister of magic... or even by proposing to her!

"I haven't forgotten that I promised you my help," added Gown as he gestured at the vampire. "Shalltear will accompany you. She will have to help you... but discreetly."

The Undead had insisted on this last word and now turned his head towards the gothic lolita, she nodded sharply, obviously quite uncomfortable. Jircniv deduced that the vampire had been given a mission of this kind some time before and... failed. In a sense, it was rather reassuring. First, it showed that the inhabitants of Nazarick were not infallible but also because it meant that Shalltear Bloodfallen certainly did not sabotage their mission.

"I asked the Runemasters of E-Rantel to make weapons for your officers. These runic weapons can hurt demons. Moreover, the sight of these weapons is enough to scare them away!"

Jircniv flatted the Undead King for being able to create such powerful weapons, thanked him for his gift, and made it look as if he was surprised by the existence of Runemaster living in E-Rantel... Obviously, it was a lie; his spies had told him about the forge and the dwarves who worked there... But the Emperor was very amused by the situation. One could almost have believed that Gown was the Runemasters' advertising agent rather than a manipulative tyrant.

"Arche Eeb Rile Furt (2) will also accompany you."

This time, the Undead pointed to a 15 or 17-year-old girl with bobbed blonde hair. The name was somewhat familiar to Jircniv and Gown confirmed this impression.

"She is one of the Workers who broke into Nazarick... one of your subjects, my dear Jircniv. She may be useful to you. Demiurge thinks that Arche could approach Miriel more easily than an adult since they are the same age."

Jirnciv thanked again politely and noted the behavior of the teenager. Arche stood near the Sorcerer King as if seeking his protection and interposed the silhouette of the Overlord between her and Shalltear.

The vampire terrified Arche. As the former Worker was a prisoner in Nazarick, it was not difficult to guess who her jailer was. Interesting... Since the first encounter with Gown, Jirniv has been looking for a way to turn the people of Nazarick against the Overlord. Maybe this teen was the key to achieving that goal.

The Emperor looked at Arche with perfectly imitated sadness. Those who did not know him would no doubt his sincerity, but the wheels were spinning in his brain. All that he said was carefully calculated.

"As your sovereign, and having authorized the expedition that ended so tragically, I feel I have failed in my duty, Arche." Jircniv bowed, hand on heart. "Unfortunately, I can't do anything for the other members of Foresight. And until then all I could do for you was to send some money to your parents to pay for your funeral."

Jirniv paused to observe Arche. He saw the brief narrowing of her eyes under the effect of a quickly repressed anger... Thus, she knew that her parents had squandered the money on unnecessary expenses and that she had not received a funeral.

"I'm glad the news of your death turned out to be false. I don't know if there's a good way to say it... so I'll keep it simple. If there is anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate. I am in debt to you... "

The teenager made a perfect curtsy... although a quite nervous one. It was no surprise. The Furt were a family of fallen nobles. Arche Eeb Rile Furt had received an excellent education.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jircniv had only one question. Arche hated and feared Shalltear. Which of these feelings was the strongest? If hatred prevailed, she would seek revenge... and the Emperor would be more than willing to help her.

Ainz Ooal Gown remained on the dock until the fleet's last ship had passed the pier.

Then he touched his temple as if he was making a phone call.

"Message!"

...

"Demiurge? ... yes... yes... it's done. You can begin."

This message, however trivial, was equivalent to the opening of the gates of hell for the Roble Holy Kingdom.

Just after sunrise the next day, Robble Holy Kingdom, Great Wall, Middle Gate

The white stone wall extended as far as the eye could see, to the north and south, reinforced every five hundred meters by a tower. Less than a kilometer away, Demiurge- or rather Jadalbaoth, since the demon had put on the mask he used when he impersonated the Demonic Emperor- could see the Middle Gate.

This rather ordinary name was attributed to an impressive gatehouse - a huge castle, in fact- that protected the gate itself. Many white and blue banners were slamming at the top of the conical towers, and soldiers were swarming on the ramparts like small pitiful ants trying to defend their anthill that a human would crush under his foot. In peacetime, it was probably an impressive spectacle, able to reassure the inhabitants of the Holy Kingdom.

Under his mask, Jadalbaoth smiled cruelly.

But for him, it was only a child's sand castle attacked by the tide.

Fighting noises and the smell of flames drifted carried by the wind.

An army mixing ten species of demi-humans raised ladders at several points of the walls. Other disgusting insects crawling on the ground advanced toward their enemy under the protection of mobile shields. Arrows and bolts crossed in the sky bounced off on ramparts or stuck in shields.

The assault was supported by dozens of catapults that bombarded the towers. Suddenly, in a loud crackle and screams of terror, a log of wood covered with sharp steel blades fell from the ramparts, grinding a ladder, before being hoisted up the battlements by winches pulling on the chains at both ends of the blood-stained log.

This assault was in vain, promised from the beginning to fail... not that Jadalbaoth cares about it... all he expected from this useless massacre was the dispersion of the defenders between several attacks. This battle was only a theatre scene whose script he had written down to the least response of the actors. A show organized for his own pleasure... no, he reminded himself while adjusting his mask in a gesture that was a tic... to the glory of the Sorcerer Kingdom.

The Demonic Emperor turned to a tall wooden tower on wheels that the demi-humans pushed towards the ramparts. The siege tower had been transformed into a hedgehog by the arrows fired by the Roblians and its path was strewn with corpses. Despite the losses, the demi-humans continued imperturbably their advance, each death being replaced.

A Pierrière (3) then fired a projectile... not a rock or a cannonball, but a small barrel with a lit wick. The projectile struck the siege tower and spilled a viscous liquid which immediately ignited. In a few seconds, the fire spread, and the assailants descended the ladders as fast as they could while their slower comrades -turned into torches- jumped into the void to escape an atrocious death.

Hearing alarm bells, Jadalbaoth turned to the gatehouse. Despite all attempts to stop it, a ram had pushed through the large doors and the assailants poured into the opening. Despite the distance, the Demonic Emperor could discern bloodshed in the entrance as Roblians and demi-humans clashed violently.

Under his mask, Jadalbaoth smiled. It was time...

The demon raised his hand to heaven.

"Meteor Fall!"

The term 'Disaster' comes from the Latin 'Astra' (star), the ancients believed that all disasters were announced by a sign in the sky.

They were right...

A meteorite, ignited by the friction of atmospheric layers fell on the battlefield. The light grows... grows... soon becoming blinding... The fighting had stopped. The warriors of both sides had first raised their eyes to heaven, now they closed them so as not to become blind.

The explosion threw everyone to the ground. The defenders who were lucky enough to be away from the point of impact sounded the devastating shockwave and remained lying where they had fallen, temporarily deaf and barely conscious. Closer, they flew and fell back to the bottom of the walls... perishing in their fall or being burned by the heat released by the explosion comparable to a 1kt nuclear bomb. Closer still, the ground shook and the buildings collapsed. At the point of impact, everything was destroyed.

A mushroom of flames and smoke had just popped into the sky...

Demiurge had targeted a section of the wall two kilometers from the gate. The breach was huge, probably more than fifty meters and in its center a large crater was still smoking.

Jadalbaoth turned to the reserve troops gathered around the hill from where he watched the battle.

He pointed to the ruins and piles of debris that had replaced a segment of the supposedly 'impregnable' wall. "To the attack," he said simply. The hordes poured through the breach without encountering opposition. Dispersed and shocked by the explosion, the few surviving defenders were massacred. Near the crater carved by the meteorite, a statue broken in three lay on the ground. The empty eyes of the King of Roble, the one who had ordered the creation of the Great Wall, contemplated the tide of the Demi-Humans guided by ferocious demons that were spreading over the country that he thought he had protected against their attacks.

The dew had shed tears in his stone eyes.

Appendix

The army of Elvil

This section is dedicated to Elvil's army, as indicated by the title. It provides insight into the beings that Miriel has summoned in the New World. I thought you would all be interested... and if you're not, it's a mistake. Don't forget that their presence in Roble is a major change from the canonical unfolding of the Overlord's story.

Staffing:

The army consists of just over twelve thousand fighters (and twice as many civilians). The elite force comprises two thousand Alkanes.

Composition:

The majority of the army is made up of Goblins, Orcs, and Korpes, with Trolls and Ogres also present.

Alkanes, Korpes, and Ogres:

The Orcs, Trolls, and Goblins from OOO are very similar to their New World counterparts, so further introduction is unnecessary. Ogres exist in both universes, but the OOO Ogres are primitive relatives of humans (cannibalistic cavemen) and are less impressive than the New World creatures with the same name. The Korpes are the original inhabitants of the underground city of Rahaguen. They are rat-men, similar to the Skaven in Warhammer Fantasy. They are primitive, raising giant rats and worshipping a rat-god. The Alkanes are a unique race created by a group of Wizards centuries ago to battle the Demon King of that time. They are warriors who follow a strict code similar to Bushido. This code of honor does not permit lying or breaking the word given. All offenses have only one sentence: the seppuku. They fight without ever retreating. Women and men are equal. Both are born-warriors. Even children participate in combat to finish off wounded enemies.

It must be understood that despite their ferocious aspects and barbaric behavior, the Alkanes were created to face the Chaos embodied by the Demon Kings and other Great Necromancers who disturb the Order they are charged to defend. After they defeated the first Demon King, they sought a new reason to live.

Separated into several clans they roam in search of a hopeless, impossible cause that opposes some personification of Chaos.

Thus a clan came to Rahaguen to serve Elvil... because its quest for the Orb of Usha was a desperate cause that made the dragon king oppose Obscura... the current OOO's Demon Queen.

It should be understood that the Alkanes are one of the main reasons why Miriel invoked Elvil. Indeed, fighting against Jadalbaoth and Ainz is... a desperate cause... and they are chaotic creatures.

Changelings:

Strictly speaking, there is no changeling in Elvil's army. But as Fiona Saphira is a Changeling, I think you must be very intrigued by this breed.

Changelings are not a 'race' per se. They are mixed breeds, born of the love between a human and... a Doppelganger.

Let's stop for a moment to talk about the Doppelgangers. Unlike the New World/ Yggdrasil where the Doppelgangers are demons originating from another plane of existence, the OO's Doppelgangers are humanoid shapeshifters from the fairy realms. They are a race certainly mysterious and unloved but not stranger than the Orcs.

The child of a Human/Doppleganger couple is a Changeling.

Changelings have a mysterious ability. Like their Doppelganger parent, they are shapeshifters. However, their capacity is much more impressive. Not only can they take the appearance of any humanoid being but in addition... they can read in the minds of people that they touch, absorb their memories, and copy their behaviors down to the smallest detail. This makes them fantastic impersonators and spies.

Fiona Saphira used her gift in a very original way. She was the most famous of Rahaguen's prostitutes because she took on the physical appearance of the female ideal of her clients! Her ability to read the minds was also very valuable for Elvil... because Fiona was pointing out the traitors and spies among her patrons.

(1) Lake the size of an inland sea surrounded by the Sorcerer Kingdom, the Slane Theocracy, the Great Kingdom of Pabilsag, the Beastmen Country, the Draconic Kingdom... and of course Baharuth.

(2) In "Miriel", Arche survived the events of "The Invader of the Large Tomb" Arc" (Overlord volume 7) and its Anime adaptation. Remember that "Miriel" is an alternative universe, a bit like the Smartphone game "Mass of the Dead" or the "Overlord Bonus Volume". Some events take place differently in my story... or do not occur. It's the very principle of a fanfiction, write your own story by exploring "what's if?" scenarios in a known universe.

(3) Primitive trebuchet without counterweight. This 13th-century medieval artillery piece consists of a long arm with a frond at its end. The weapon fires projectiles up to 12 kilos. Trained gunners can fire up to once per minute.