Overlord: The Solemn PvP'er

Chapter 12: This is a Pharmacy, not a Morgue

Night sets in as the two groups of adventurers arrive back within the walls of E-Rantel. Choosing to split off as Momon wished to register the King of the Forest with the Adventurers Guild. To which Peter and the rest of his team agreed. Markov couldn't help but try and stifle his chuckles as Momon had chosen to ride atop the large hamster.

As the three members of the team, including the hamster, made their way toward the adventurers guild. Markov noticed how the people watched in both shocked fear and awe of Momon riding atop the hamster. Markov had concluded that these people had probably never seen a hamster before, let alone one of this size.

Finally arriving at the guild, Momon quickly descends almost looking embarrassed to have been riding on top of the hamster. Quickly heading inside and leaving Markov and Nabe on hamster duty.

Markov rolls his eyes as he looks to see that a crowd has already begun to form around them. Children begging their mothers to get closer to the "beast" and passers-by people stopping in their tracks to stare at it. But none approached either due to their fear of the creature or because Nabe gave them a sharp glare.

Markov: "You're in a chipper mood. I know the lack of Lukrut's constant harassment has to be a true moment of peace for you. I know it is for me."

Nabe: "I don't care for his attempts. I regard him as trash and will continue to treat him as such."

Markov: "I did not hear a no though."

Nabe: "And what do you think of them?"

Markov: "The other group? Or are you thinking of people in general?"

Nabe: "Take as you will."

Markov: "Why the sudden interest? Not in character to care for another's opinion. Unless it's Momon's."

Nabe: "You are not like, "them". I merely wish to determine if your attitude towards them warrants special degrees of monitoring from my end to ensure that if Lord Momon wishes to take an action you find offensive enough to stand in his way, I will have the necessary means to remove you."

Markov: "I see. Respectable reasoning. Very well. I find them detestable. I subscribe to the concept of personal strength being absolute. If you rely on anything else then that is weakness and weakness is death. They...rely on those among them who are stronger. And those who are seen as stronger rely on those even further up on the chain of strength. At the moment no one here could stop me from killing them in an instant and that infuriates me. So I regard them as rocks along my path. Either to be stepped on, over, or kicked out of the way."

Nabe: "I understand. And how do you view our leader?"

Markov: "...As a rock far along my path. Either he forces me to stop or he ends up being like the rest. Only time will tell." Nabe remains silent as they watch Momon walk out of the guild hall.

Momon: "Sorry that took so long."

Markov: "Doesn't make a difference to me."

Nabe: "I don't mind waiting."

Momon: "The request was approved. From now on you shall be called Hamusuke."

Markov: "You can't be serious."

Hamusuke: "Take great pride in the name, I shall."

As the group was about to make their way back toward Nfirea's shop an elderly woman rushes up to the side of Momon as he mounts atop Hamusuke.

Old Woman: "Hey! I know you. Aren't you the man my grandson hired to accompany him on his herb gathering trip?"

Markov: "Isn't it past your bedtime old woman?" He says coldly.