Lady Stitches (An Overlord OC fanfic)

Chapter 7- The Witch's Mark

Nell: Hey everybody just as a heads up there is going to be some rewriting from here on out. I've been setting it up for a while now, I wonder if you guys can guess what happens next?

"No, I was really worried! You didn't come home for days." Clementine giggled taking off her hood. "I waited for you a long time."

"U-Um, may I ask who you are?" Nphirea questioned.

"Huh? You don't know her?" Peter questioned dragging a barrel.

"Hm?" the young woman tilted her head placing a hand on her hip giggling. "I'm here to kidnap you." She said pointing at the pharmacist.

Lukrut, Dyne, and Peter stood in front Nphirea while Ninya stood next to him while pointing their weapons.

"Mr. Nphirea, please stand back!"

The cloaked woman just smirked. "I want to use your talent of being able to use any kind of magical item to summon an army of the undead."

"Huh?"

Her grin widened while she stared into the boy's eyes. "Become our tool. Won't you use the Crown of Wisdom for us? It's a request from little ol' me."

The Swords of Darkness clicked their tongues, at the women's audacity. "Who are you?!" Peter growled.

"With the Crown of Wisdom, it'll be possible to cast the seventh tier to summon, Undead Army, that normal people can't cast. Although it's impossible to control all the undead we summon, we'll be able to lead in various general directions!" She lifted her head looking down at the group. "It's the perfect plan!" She shrieked with a wide smile.

Nphirea flinched dropping the lantern and engulfing the room in darkness, Peter glared at the maniac "Mr, Nphirea, please run away quickly!" he urged the pharmacist to run.

"B-But..."

Dyne turned to his companion. "Ninya, stand back as well!"

"Take the kid and run!" Lukrut shouted. "You have things you gotta do!"

"That's right!" Their Leader agreed. "You must go save your big sister, who was taken by nobles. Run meet up with Miss Melas and Mr. Momon we'll catch up!" he grinned sweat dripping down his face.

"Everyone..." Ninya murmured.

"Give me some of your tears. I'll cry them for you!" She mocked with a high voice. "But it'd be a problem if you got away from me..." She pulled out her weapon pointing at the group.

The door shut behind the seeing the robed old man and a woman in witch attire. "You play around too much" He grunted.

"Hurry up and get it over with... also don't damage their hearts." The woman ordered.