Indolent Overlord

Chapter 5

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 two humans appeared gobsmacked, their eyes wide and their lips parted as they stared dumbly at Adalbert, who was cackling like a lunatic as he leaned heavily against Daiyamondo, the weapon's gaudy diamonds twinkling as if it were laughing alongside its master.

Not even a few seconds after regaining his breath, he squinted his eyes at Momonga and, once again, howled at the sight of a bulky skeleton squatting dumbfoundedly in front of two little girls, a potion (illicit drug) in hand, as if he was tempting them into doing something felonious.

Oh, All-Father, his stomach ached so pleasantly at this comedic scene!

"Otouto," At Momonga's frostbite-inducing tone, Adalbert's mad guffaws were abruptly cut short. He didn't dare make a sound as he waited with trepidation for the Overlord to continue, "May I know what you find so hilarious, scheiße für gehirne? Please, do enlighten me."

Adalbert winced. The second Momonga-ani starts to cuss (in any language), he knew he had gone too far. Time for a tactical retreat.

"Aa... N-nothing. Just something silly and not at all worth your time."

He cleared his throat and pretended to nonchalantly turn to the two terrified girls who were back to cowering at Momonga's icy and clip tone.

Not wanting to make this any more awkward, he took the potion from the skeletal digits and presented it to the blonde girl.

"'tis a potion. My benevolent anija has bestowed such a precious item to insects such as yourself. Be honored and drink to its last drop."

... Aa, that came out differently from what he had in mind.

The words from his brain to his mouth was somehow temporarily in discord... And why did he sound so disgusted and holier-than-thou rather than monotonous? Perhaps it was, again, his demon mentality that views weak things as not worthy of his attention?

But that shouldn't be the case.

There were many low-level NPCs living in Nazarick. However, he felt nothing but endearment and fondness for them. He needed to figure out all these changes within him before something unexpected happens - but he was a 'my pace' kind of guy, so this was ludicrous as it was troublesome.

After a few seconds of standstill, just as he was about to get impatient, the blonde human shakily took the potion and downed it in one go, her expression resigned as if expecting the worst.

"These lower lifeforms are such ungrateful little worms." He heard Albedo murmur loathingly under her breath as she clenched her fists around the staff of her halberd, hard enough to grind bones into dust.

Inwardly, he agreed with Albedo, thinking them rude to act in such an insolent manner when faced with another's kindness - completely forgetting to factor that they were in another world entirely, and thus, Heteromorphic races might've not been a common sight like back in YGGDRASIL.

Outwardly, he coolly turned away from the humans and pointed his sniper rifle towards the village. He turned a deaf ear to his brother who was questioning the older of the two humans whilst he peered into his weapon's scope, scanning the current situation of the village.

The Death Knight appeared to be having fun, skewering and slashing at the soldiers mercilessly, whilst the commoners were huddled in the center of the village, looking pale and close to fainting due to the gory scene.