Lady Stitches (An Overlord OC fanfic)

Chapter 4- Three Venturers

AN- Just to make things clear when Stitches is in her doll and witch outfit her height is about Mare's shoulders. However, in her adventurer disguise 'Melas' she is just as tall as Narberal.

Ains sat at his desk reading and reviewing documents, while Albedo stands by his side relaying Aura's report as well as her own report. Stitches meanwhile sat on the couch reading a book from one of the tall stacks of books that surround her.

'This feels so nostalgic' she thought to herself, recalling her white messy hospital room stacked with books and drawings. 'I wonder... if they even cried.' Stitches dark aura surrounds her as she slammed her book in frustration only noticing the other guardian's presence.

The two guardians' anger immediately fades hearing the book and bowed at the small doll. 'Eh? When did Shalltear arrive?'

"Forgive us, Lady Stitches we did not mean to disrupt you!" they said in sync.

Stitches turned her head towards Ains, he gave her a thumbs-up, adding more confusion. A lightbulb appears her head 'Ah! I see they were fighting over him again.' She concludes crossing her arms and nodding her head.

Ains sweatdropped at Stitches 'I can't read minds like her, but I can tell what she thinks is wrong.' Remembering the heated debate of their features and Shalltear trying to get the founder's attention earlier.

"Do not worry. Shalltear. Albedo. She forgives you just, try not to disturb her again, in the future."

"Yes! Lord Ains" they stand.

"So? State your business, Shalltear." He asked

"I am about to join Sebas, Who has already departed on your orders. I believe I may not be able to return to Nazarick for a short time. So, I came to give you and Lady Stitches my regards before I left." She said turning to the doll now beside her.

Stitches beckoned the vampire to crouch down when Shalltear bows again lowering her head, Stitches softly pats her head. 'Have a safe trip.'

Shalltear smiles brightly "Yes, Lady Stitches!"

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In a tavern, the owner stands behind the counter, as lively chatter fills the place with life. Until a large armoured man entered, cutting through the loud chatter of other venturers and travellers. They stare at the entrance as a group waltz in, a tall armoured man in dark plated armour with a red coat, a young woman with black hair, pale skin with a cold glare covered by a long brown coat and an older woman about in her early sixties, hair a light grey, two different shades of purple on different eyes, dull brown skin a scar flows down at the centre of her face. However, a dark grey mask concealed the bottom of her face complimenting her thief attire. They watch as the trio walk to the counter.

The owner continues wiping the bench without looking up. "A room? Its eight bronze pieces with a night for three. The meals..."

"I would like one room for three. We don't need any meals." The tall armoured man interrupted.

The owner looked up seeing a familiar copper adventurer necklace. "You're a copper plate, right? Then this place is too..."

"We just registered ourselves at the guild a moment ago." The old woman interrupts, while the ventures sitting close began to laugh.

The bearded man slammed his fist on the counter glaring at the taller man. "Thirteen bronze pieces a night! You gotta pay upfront!"

"That's fine." He replied, dropping thirteen bronze coins on the counter.