OVERLORD VOLUME 14 - Witch of the Ruined Country

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Move - Part 2

"What the hell, he should've said sorry at the very least." Wayne scoffed after saying goodbye to Philip.

The garment that was now stained with beer used to be his father's and was quite old in both texture and design, making it quite a rare item. He had originally planned to show up to formal social gatherings with that garment, but now he would have to make preparations all over again.

At the end of the day, the aristocracy was nothing more than a bunch of creatures whose eyes could not see past one's appearances. Clothing was naturally a part of the game, so what had just happened was absolutely unacceptable. But the truth was that Wayne was at the bottom of the upper-class society, so what good could have come from having some nice clothes?

On the contrary, this shabby garment could signify the owner's weakness, and was therefore very useful for someone who wishes to be under the protection of their superiors. An outfit like this was a must-have for him to play the role of a weak nobleman on the stage that is a salon. So, until he takes on the role of another character, he was under its care.

That was why it was even more unbearable than usual to see it sullied.

"That is true."

A voice besides him chimed in, prompting Wayne to turn to look at its source.

"...Enough, that's enough."

His voice turned sombre along with the atmosphere surrounding him. Had Philip stood witness to this change, he would have been shocked speechless.

Wayne was never the extroverted type, he just plain disliked conversing with other people. To do so he would have to create layers upon layers of facades as he desperately attempts to pretend, he was the extroverted and effusive type.

"Sorry dude, I really can't handle that kind of a guise so you had to take care of most of it."

Igorhad switched from his previous personality too, his language was now so unrefined that none of the nobility would dare be caught using that language.

"No need, if you're really sorry, go practice a few of these pleasantries. Lower level nobility like us have to put in real effort to appease those at the top."

"Life's just getting more and more difficult. I thought that once we inherited the barony, we'd be able to join the racket of the aristocracy... Shameless flattery and ingratiation, just those two things alone annoy the shit out of me"

"Pffft, what are you talking about...? Peasants have to deal with the same shit. Nevermind who has it worse, everybody who's working under somebody has to be a bootlicker of sorts."

"And that's why I never wanted to grow up... Man I miss the days when we were carefree enough to swing sticks around and pretend to be dragonslayers."

"There's no going back so, don't think about it. Anyways, just learn to flatter others. That brainlet seems to be a good candidate to practice on, right? Even if we fuck it up our losses would be small."

To noblemen of the higher echelon or those with more experience in life, basically those who had seen it all, nothing could satisfy them unless it was made to perfection. That was why they had to gain experience every time they had a chance.

"For real...? Well the next time we meet him I'll try extra hard to put on a face."

"Yeah, that'll do, that'll do. No one dislikes pleasantries. If someone you're talking to is annoyed at you, it just means that your ability to hold a conversation isn't there yet... Igthorn, I know this is hard. I'll make up for your flaws and you can make up for mine, that was our deal, but you can't just stop trying to overcome your own weaknesses because of that. It's not like we'll be with each other forever."