Overlord: The Solemn PvP'er

Chapter 8: The Swords of Darkness

The hot midday sun shines over the open field of surrounding territory E-Rantel. Markov walks alongside Nabe behind Momon as they take up the rear of a carriage driven by the young boy named Nfirea Bareare.

From what he gathered from Momon, Nfirea was a famous prodigy alchemist within E-Rantel who occasionally hired adventurers to assist in his ingredient collections. It was rather a good-paying job for a copper-rank adventurer who would also draw a good bit of notoriety given the fame that Nfirea had.

What had Markov in a rather upset mood this morning was the tag-along that Momon had "recruited".

They called themselves the Swords of Darkness. A Silver Rank adventuring group that Momon said would provide information on how the adventuring world operated on a personal level. But Markov was smart enough to know that Momon enjoyed their company given that they were humans much like he and Momon were.

The group consisted of four members, the leader Peter was a warrior-style adventurer, who looked like he was meant to be a solid front liner. The archer, Lukrut headed the caravan and directed the group through the countryside. The oldest among them Dyne looked to be a faith-based caster perhaps a cleric or even a druid. Finally, the smallest and youngest member, Ninya, had all the makings of a magic caster given that Lukrut had boasted that Ninya could cast 2nd tier magic. Nothing of any note to Markov but even then he found it slightly impressive that someone so young could cast that high of magic. He thought of Ninya as almost like a dog that knew how to shake hands without needing training.

As Momon walked in front of the three of them, Markov had the luxury of walking alongside Nabe. Ever since Markov had joined with Momon and her she had said absolutely nothing to him. Given he hasn't tried to communicate with her in any meaningful way at least she wasn't spewing venomous threats like Albedo did to him.

Markov: "So...what do you make of our silver companions?"

Nabe: "...." She merely eyed him before looking back forward.

Markov: "Well aren't you a chatter box."

Nfirea: "Mr Peter? Perhaps we should take a rest over by that area?" Gesturing toward a riverbank off the road.

Peter: "Good idea. You good with that, Mr Momon?"

Momon: "I understand."

Soon enough the group made a small rest area along the river bank. Markov stood at the water's edge looking over to see that as a vampire he had no reflection. It seemed that even though the Daywalker Coat made him appear as a regular human it didn't fool the more natural elements of his vampirism. He would do well to research the vampires of this world to see if he could discover any other weaknesses that may come with his condition.
Backing away from the river toward the main bulk of the group.

Peter: "Enjoy the peace and quiet. Things will get more dangerous from here on."

Momon: "No need to worry for us. We will be mindful."

Markov: "We can handle ourselves. It's you who I am concerned for."

Ninya: "Aw, come on. We can take care of ourselves, Peter's never led us wrong."

Dyne: "Indeed he has. I would learn to trust in others capabilities, Mister Markov."

Peter: "Come on guys. I do alright no need for the praise." He says rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Markov: "Whatever you say." Leaning on the stone he watches Nabe take a step away from Markov.

Lukrut: "Try not to look so worried, Nabe. Everything will be fine as long as I'm here. I'm the best eyes and ears this side of the Re-Estize Kingdom."