The Overlords Dragon

Chapter 4

Tick Tock.

How long have I been in this hell?

Tick Tock.

Have I done something to deserve this? Did I commit some misdeed in a previous life? Or was it the murders I committed a couple of days ago?

Tick Tock.

Oh, I know why.

Tick Tock.

It's because I was bored. Bored of just standing around, doing nothing all day.

Tick Tock.

I mean, the irony here is palatable, I can just taste it. I played YGGDRASIL to unwind after a hard day of schooling, studying and general work around the house.

Tick Tock.

But now, here I am.

Tick Tock.

Doing bloody paperwork.

Tick Tock.

I am going to break that fucking clock.

The worst of it though came from the fact that I brought this upon myself. A day after the battle of Carne Village, I mentioned to Ainz that I don't actually do anything in Nazarick besides training on the 6th floor.

With that in mind and the disgust I felt at being a freeloader, I offered to help Ainz with the paperwork.

Worst choice I have ever made.

Ainz tried to warn me of my mistake by saying that because the Floor Guardians do all the hard work, all he does really is just double check it. All I would be doing is triple checking it.

I should've just let it rest. I should've left it alone.

As I look over the damnable paper on the large desk that Ainz and I are working at, with Albedo and Sebas standing by, I suddenly feel the urge to just active my [Flame Aura] at least for a little bit.

I mean, paper isn't that flammable right? It can survive a bit of heat.

A stack of thick looking parchment dropping onto the desk breaks me out my pyromania fantasies and I look over them with tired eyes.

"Hmmm... this is our supply of parchment for scrolls. There haven't been any problems yet, though we should consider the possibility of running out."

I look to Ainz who seems to just get lost in paperwork and who actually might be a sadist at heart. If I knew stuff like this was going to happen, I wouldn't have deleted my first character, a vampire blood-mage called Dracula. At least I wouldn't get so bloody tired then.

Ainz says something to Albedo about scrolls, but I just tune it out and carry on robotically going through the rest of the paperwork. Who knows, maybe I'll die from overwork and Ainz will raise me up as a Zombie Dragon?

Actually, if he does that, won't that mean more paperwork?

"...Try to find materials to substitute those from YGGDRASIL..." I barely hear Ainz in my stupor.

Give me some very sharp knives and I'll get you some damn Dragonhide ASAP. God knows it'll be less painful than this.

Wait a minute, Dragonhide?

I'm sure that we can get Dragonhide somewhere close by. Didn't the Chief of Carne Village sa-?

"Lord Ainz, forgive me for my rudeness but perhaps it's time for you and Sir Dracul to rest?"

I try my damndest to not instantly shoot up from my chair. I do, however, raise my head from the awful paperwork to see what Ainz says.

"Hm? What time is it now?"