Overlord and the Seraphim

『Contract Terminated』

Compared to the death of her father, Arche was clearly bothered by the death of her mother. She closed her eyes as the hot glow of the flames brushed the side her face. Its howling and crackling as it spread along the furniture and luxury items her father had wasted her hard earned money on.

Her head lowered, her eyes opened. Her mother was the kindest of the two, giving her gifts, trying to butter her over so that she and her father wouldn't fight. But even then, she never took her side.

Her mother followed the same delusion as her father and that lead to their undoing.

Arche's eyes opened as she purged her face of any standing expression as she usually did, and narrowed her eyes on the three men before them.

"Now, use some of the magic I showed you at the ruins..." Jack turned his head to look to her, his eyes glistening with the excitement that his stoic facial expression did not exhibit.

Raising the staff which he had gifted her, she raised it.

"Don't think we'll give you the chance!" The Two men on the either side of the thug rushed forward. Their long swords grasped in two hands and brought to their sides.

It was likely they were going to slash their way through!

Sweat formed on Arche's brow as she went to cast a spell, a fourth tier spell, while her eyes were fogging up from the threat of tears. "『Frost Lance』!" She shouted, squeezing her eyes shut as she did so. A larger portion of her mana drained before she felt a gust of cold air wash over her face.

Opening her eyes just in time to see a lance shaped piece of eyes launch itself through the air and into the chest of the incoming swordsman. She let her mouth fall open in shock, watching as it impaled his hidden armor under his cloak with ease, and sent him flying back through the window of the room.

As the glass shattered, the flames began to spread even more towards the window itself. Soon enough the entire one side of the room was in flames and only the side they were on remained untouched.

"Brother!" The man shouted watching the impaled thug drop from view. He hesitated before looking back towards the girl who was pointing her staff at him. As if silently asking him to come forward.

It hadn't been her first time killing a person. Workers had to deal with zombies, undead and even bandits. Sometimes they were even hired to capture runaway slaves, so it mattered not.

"You meddled too far into this affair! You think eliminating us will change anything!? Our group will just prop up over and over again!" The leader pointed at Jack as he was speaking, "I give you one last chance to walk away..." The man was bluffing, or at least he was most likely at this moment.

"Aren't you the leader of your little organization?"

The man paused at the words Jack just shared, apparently being knowledgable of his position. The only assumption was, someone spoke, told him everything! His face scrunched up in disgust, "Who was it that betrayed me?"

"Doesn't matter, he isn't able to speak anymore." Jack shrugged slightly at this, as he narrowed his sights on the shady money lender.

He frowned hearing Jack, the man who had betrayed him was already dead? Curses. There was no one to get revenge on or to even punish. His eyes shifted towards the window that was now broken and revealing the world outside.

"I wouldn't think of even going outside..." Jack warned as he tilted his head to the side, "If you think we came here alone, you're sadly mistaken. You're not getting out of here alive."

Turning back to look at the duo in front of him, he found that he was going to die either way. If he charged and used his rapier, or went out the window and be ambushed. "What is it that you want?"