Lady Stitches (An Overlord OC fanfic)

Chapter 2- Battle of Carne Village

Momonga sits down trying to use the mirror Sebas guiding him, Stitches sits on his shoulder sipping her tea.

'If I could just figure out how to use this Mirror of Remote Viewing, it should be useful in securing the area around Nazarick' Momonga changes the position of his hands trying to move the mirror's view.

'If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you were trying to scare the mirror' Stitches commented.

'Hush you'

Sebas claps gaining their attention "Congratulations, Lord Momonga."

"Thank you, Sebas. Sorry for making you do this with us."

"Staying beside my masters and following their orders, that is the butler which Lord Touch Me created and my reason of existence."

'When we have time... we should properly teach them to think for themselves' Stitches sweatdropped.

'I agree but for now, we need to focus on the survival on Nazarick'

'Acknowledged'

"Now, let's search for areas where there might be people." Momonga finds a small village very crowded "a festival?"

"No, that is not." Sebas said looking at the mirror.

Momonga zooms in seeing knights massacre the villagers 'And I thought humans couldn't get any worse' Stitches sighs.

"They don't seem to be bandits."

'Disgraceful and they call themselves knights'

'Something is wrong. I would have felt faint is I saw this before I came to this world. How can I watch all of this so calmly?' Momonga thought to himself. 'Stitches how do you feel?'

'It's strange I feel remorse but not disgusted... perhaps it lies in the coding in my avatar.' Stitches stared at her reflection in her tea.

'Do you mean the backstory of Salem the Queen of Witches?'

'Precisely... it may also be due to the fact I have always seen such injuries when I was bedridden in the hospital.' Stitches took a sip then places her cup on the table.

In the mirror the man pushes himself up looking directly at the two he mutters something the two couldn't understand, they stare at the mirror until Sebas speaks up.

"What shall we do?"

"Leave them. There's no reason or benefit for us to save them."

Sebas nods "Understood."

Momonga and Stitches stare at the butler seeing Touch Me in his place. 'Touch-san?!'

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The group of players surround the undead ready to finish him off.

"Got some points!"

"Two more and I'll be able to change classes!"

"Hurry up and finish him off. So we can go to The Forgotten Tomb!"

"A freaking inhuman." The player sends a smiling emote with its tongue sticking out.

"You're disgusting." Another player said sending an evil face emote, he raises his axe for the last swing.

Another player steps in slashing the group successfully killing them, Momonga stares at his saviour astonished, his white armour sparkles in the moonlight.