Indolent Overlord

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord, obviously - Kugane Maruyama-sama does. Although the drawing above is how I picture Adalbert to look like, I also do not own it.   

The corner of Adalbert's lips curled downwards in discontent when he felt someone try to steal his blanket away from him. With a ruthless vengeance, one of his legs slithered out of his warm blanket burrito and struck the fool who dared disturbed his slumber.

As soon as he felt the bones shatter under the force of his kick, he withdrew his limb and fell back into Morpheus' embrace. Completely unaware of his actions, this was already the hundredth or so 'someones' he had kicked in his semi-conscious state.

{..to... Otouto! Wake up and stop destroying my skells or I'll seriously dunk you into the Seventh Floor's magma pits. Or better yet, I'll bend you over my knees and spank you like some misbehaving little shite that you are!}

It took a couple of seconds for his brain to register the venomous threat, but when it did, he all but jolted awake in muted horror. The booming voice of his devil of an older brother all but made the pleasant fog in his brain dissipate, leaving him at the mercy of early wakefulness.

{I'm awake! I'm awake, anija! Just don't come here!}

{Hmph. Good to know that I still have it in me.}

He groaned at his brother's bad attitude and threw the covers off of him, his silver locks bouncing free from its confines and curling everywhere in a state of disarray.

His body still felt heavy from such a short nap, but he knew a warning when he heard one. Despite preferring to sleep forever, he wasn't suicidal enough to ignore the great Momonga-sama after countless years deprived of success.

{Whatever. What do you want, anija?}

Now that he was more awake, he studied the interior of the plain, modest sized bedroom whilst stretching languidly. The walls and ceiling were painted in all-black, with no windows or anything remotely interesting to capture an individual's attention... except for the gothic, king-sized, circular bed he was sitting on.

Well, he mused, he did originally make this room with the imaginary mindset of a Sloth Demon. Something in him purred at the simplicity of it all, so he shrugged, not minding the lack of decorations. The only important object he cared for was the bed; soft and comfortable and filled with numerous nemu nemu pillows in the shape of YGGDRASIL mobs.

It wouldn't even be an overreaction if he says he could make a ginormous pillow fort with the number of pillows he has in his collection.

{An hour's almost up. Meet me at the Amphitheater in 5 mins.}

{I got it.}

{Oh - and before I forget. Have you tested any of your Skills yet?}

{Aa, not yet. But soon.}

{Make sure you do.}

{I know. Don't worry, anija.}

Just as he prepared to stand, the crunching underneath his feet made him pause. It was then he saw the many bones scattered all over his floor - human bones, by the looks of it.

With one raised brow, he couldn't help but wonder why these things were in his bedroom, before discarding those thoughts aside and kicking the nearest bone (a skull) away, having deemed them unnecessary details for his brain to process.

He then noticed he was not as barefooted as he initially thought. On his legs was a pair of knee-high, black combat stilettos boots with navy blue fur lining the top, the ends of his dark trousers tucked inside. He grimaced at his lack of bed manners.