Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 33: The One Wearing Wolf Tooth Gloves

The room's windows were boarded up tight, plunging the place into murky darkness, silent as a grave. Only EeDechi's wild laughter echoed through, shattering the suffocating stillness.

Her laugh was reckless, more bold than sweet, jarring as hell, but it chased away some of the fear gnawing at Barrett, Stella, and Sean's hearts.

After all, the captain's badass combat skills were no secret. Even a necromancer with 4th Tier magic got one-shotted by her sword, so maybe there wasn't much to worry about.

Everyone knew, whether among humans, elves, or other races, those who wielded magic were the fat cats. Supernatural power let them rake in endless coin.

Barrett got the memo loud and clear. Feeling a bit more at ease, he slipped into his adventurer side hustle.

In this abandoned house, he rummaged through cabinets, yanked open drawers, tore down the curtains, and flipped over a sandalwood desk. Jackpot came quick.

He scored an ivory snuffbox inlaid with gold; a ruby ring that seemed to hum with some cryptic magic; four gold coins, six silver, and two copper, all wedged in the cracks of a cushy chair.

Barrett kept digging through the shelves; Sean stood guard by Stella, sword in hand, while Stella knelt beside the body of James the mage, figuring out how to haul her teacher's corpse out; EeDechi, cradling The Mystery of Magic, squatted on a chair, lost in her reading.

In this creepy, dim-ass living room, a weird kind of calm settled in. If the castle's original owner were to see this, they would probably be outraged—y'all here for an adventure or a damn vacation?

EeDechi flipped a page, engrossed in her book; Barrett slipped two freshly found shattered magic crystals into his spatial ring; Sean carefully arranged the legs and arms of James the mage's corpse; Stella traced a magic circle around the body, trying to whip up a temporary storage space to stash her teacher's remains.

Everyone was busy with their own thing, not stepping on each other's toes, vibing in perfect sync.

Until...

Thump, thump, thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. A knock at the door.

EeDechi looked up from her book, Barrett froze mid-motion, Stella lowered her wand, and Sean grabbed his hand crossbow. All four turned toward a sealed door in the living room.

The door was red sandalwood, etched with dark gold patterns. The sudden knocking came from right there.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The knocks came again, steady and unhurried, like whoever was out there had all the manners in the world.

"May I come in?" The knocking stopped, and a clear, pleasant female voice called from beyond the door.

The four in the living room exchanged looks, totally thrown. Even EeDechi, who was usually chill as hell, was a bit dumbfounded.

"Come in?" Barrett said, testing the waters.

The second the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. He was a seasoned elite adventurer, for fuck's sake—how could he just blurt that out? In a creepy-ass situation like this, you gear up for a fight, not roll out the welcome mat!

In a manor crawling with undead and vampires, where even the owners were long dead, was the knocker some crazy dangerous monster—or, what, a maid delivering coffee?

Creak. The not-so-heavy wooden door eased open, and a figure stood in the doorway. Barrett, gripping his longsword, leaned forward to peek. Hold up—was that actually a maid?