Indolent Overlord

Chapter 4

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.   

Covering his tracks and leaving the Tomb with no one the wiser was a piece of cake for someone like him, who prioritizes in dexterity, agility, and stealth rather than brute strength.

Momonga would not notice Adalbert's absence anytime soon, too busy with formulating plans and contingency plans for his contingency plans in order to ensure Nazarick's highest chances of survival in this New World. The denizens of Nazarick, as well, would remain oblivious to his disappearance, the assumption of him, a Sloth Demon, currently having a power nap was high.

Speaking of naps, he should probably take one soon after his walk.

His avatar- no, his body was beginning to protest at all the unnecessary activity he was putting it through. Thankfully enough, he finally came across a forest with a relaxing atmosphere. He continued to traverse through it for a couple of minutes until he was satisfied, having found the perfect spot for a nap.

Stifling a yawn, Adalbert scaled the tallest tree and made himself comfortable on its highest branch. With the butt of his sniper rifle tucked in between his propped legs and its barrel rested against his collarbone, he hugged the weapon loosely and stargazed.

Much to his awe, the scenery was unlike the World of 2138 with its many pollutions. The night sky above was clear of smog, revealing a river of stars, more beautiful than anything he could have ever imagined - even better than the Sixth Floor's meticulously made ceiling. An ideal Earth, one that has never been harmed by modernization. He suspects that if Blue Planet-sempai were here, he would be beyond thrilled.

As Adalbert's eyelids drooped, he reached upwards, as if that would be enough to grasp the twinkling stars and bright full moon above. He so dearly wanted to pluck them from the heavens and keep these beautiful things locked inside his Item Box.

It was too bad he couldn't enjoy this otherworldly sight with that person.

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The very first thing he did upon awakening was to remove his mask and trade it for a slab of biltong (a consumable used to increase stamina rate for 10 minutes). The thick and dried meat was sluggishly nibbled on as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, slightly confused as to what had woken him up. It wasn't something physical, but rather, a gut feeling.

Or perhaps he was just hungry.

Whatever.

As he continued to sate his hunger, he lazily surveyed his surroundings as a precaution, though he became distracted by the rising sun not a second later. The giant ball of fire made the whole sky be blanketed in an artistic shade of orange, the imprint strong in his mind. The wildlife around him was still in a state of inactivity, not even the birds were awake to issue their morning calls.

It was at this point in time that his superior sixth sense was made aware of 46 different life forces slowly heading towards his general direction, all of them vastly heterogeneous from any of the Nazarick denizens. Before those life forms could be seen, the noises they made whilst they traversed the forest could be heard, growing louder with every step they took.

'ETA five minutes', his instincts informed him.

The crunching of dry leaves and twigs were grating to his sensitive ears, but he endured and discerned that they were bipedal and probably human - whether they were primitive or otherwise could not be determined by footsteps alone, however.