Emperor of Yggdrasil - Overlord Fanfiction (Volume 1)

The Savior (Part 2)

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

[Class or skill] = [Time or Place] = [Magic items]

「Spell」

(Warning: the scenes can be inappropriate and a bit brutal.)

[Au: I recommend reading the previous chapters so that you will not get confuse about what they are saying]

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[Swansford - Slane Theocracy]

"Please be mine. I will gather a fortune large enough for a life much better than this, for us both," Gerald implored.

"I am a prostitute, Gerald. It's not possible. You will die before you ever possess me," Messera responded, her tone a blend of defeat and melancholy.

"It matters not, as long as I can call you mine," he declared, his resolve firm.

"Messera! Where are you!" roared a portly woman, stepping out from the doorway clad in an expansive gown of golden silk, encrusted with myriad jewels. "The stable boy again! You! Come back when you have a hundred silvers for Messera. Until then, leave! Or I will call the City Guards and have you watch as they indulge themselves with her!"

Gerald withdrew quickly, but his eyes stayed fixed on his beloved. Messera, formerly a noble's daughter, now tangled by a corrupt priest's obsession, had been condemned to a sordid life in a Swansford brothel following her family's wrongful conviction and execution.

"Where have you been, Gerald? Orders for two swords and a golden dagger are pending," the blacksmith shouted, his hammer pounding the anvil, sending sparks flying.

"Who has placed the order?" Gerald asked, slipping on his fire-resistant gloves, apron, and singed goggles.

"Priest Tihron," the blacksmith grunted.

"The Old Priest?" Gerald hesitated, a shiver coursing through him.

"Yes. It appears he has fathered two newborns."

"And the mother?"

"Keep to your own affairs. Stop these intrusive questions and get to work!"

Gerald gave a silent nod, his mind wandering. As he readied himself to strike the final blow to the sword, the ground shook beneath him. Voices filled with panic resonated from afar.

'Messera!' His heart cried out her name as he bolted outdoors. The sky had darkened to a sinister shade of crimson, with ominous clouds churning overhead. The sounds of clashing steel and the cries of terror permeated the air, yet Gerald's thoughts were solely fixed on his beloved.

He weaved through the chaotic streets, bypassing knights hastening towards the city walls and Holy Knights falling back to the Old Priest's mansion.

"Demons are attacking us!" a voice yelled.

'Is this the work of the Sorcerer Empire?' He wondered.

Upon arriving at the brothel, Gerald was met with a destroyed entrance and blood-stained floorboards. The interior held unspeakable horrors. Climbing to the second floor, he encountered room after room marred by acts of depravity and violence. Opening the final door, he was greeted by an eerie silence.

"Is that you, Gerald?" a gentle voice inquired from the shadows.

Messera crawled out from under the bed, and Gerald wrapped her in a hug so tight that she struggled to breathe.