Overlord X Reader (Nazarick's Draconic Goddess)

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗:𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢.

Before we start, huge thanks to. Karma621 and user64516627 for the continuous support! ❤️❤️ Thank you!!
P.s I hate this chapter and like I don't really like how it went. This is a prime example of a good idea that was delivered poorly. It was going to join the pile of deleted chapters that will never see the light of day, but this is literally her Canon background. (I might rewrite this one day).
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Drakiania's POV;
I awoke to the sound of pitter patters on the wooden floor, sunlight that streamed in through the window overlooking my bed, hit me in the face, rousing me from my sleepy state. My blurry sight turned brighter and sharper gradually, what faced me was the blank wall of my plain square room. The white space was decorated only by a single long table that spanned the whole back of the room, on it sat a multitude of things, from papers and drawings to cortex bullets and a couple of cerebral guns.

Sitting up groggily, I was met with black strands of hair falling in front of my face instead of the silvery white ones I had grown to love so much. A dream? But the New Word felt so real, everyone was so real even Satoru was there... The date stated on the calendar was 15 January, 2120. That was the date of the years before YGDRASSIL came out? 2120, I was still 7 then... Now that I realised that, my hands were significantly smaller and softer to the touch. Pushing myself off the bed and landing on the floor with a small thud, I walked to the table before climbing onto the chair and spinning myself to sit comfortably at it.

My drawings were all pushed to one side, the gun laid half dismantled, multiple parts and upgrades were scattered about the small surrounding area and the cortex bullets were lined up neatly in front of the ensemble. The serene quiet was interrupted by a male voice filtering in through the opening door, "Vera, are you awake yet? You are following daddy to work today remember?" I have not heard that voice in ages, but I still recognise it clearly, as if he were still here.

Peering over the side of the high backed swivel chair, I could feel a childish smile begin to spread on my face against my will. The man walked over to the table, ruffling my hair, before looking down at the parts and components spread before me. "Wow, you are up early and already preparing your gear. Mommy is going to be so proud when she knows." I nodded before turning back to the gun in front of me, the man grabbed another chair before settling beside me, watching me set to work, calibrating the new upgrades and parts.

In the Old World, we did live in Japan, but we didn't hail from it. Father's side came from a Russian family, one of very high importance at that. There, they ran the entire undergrounds, everything from rare artefacts of the past to illegal substances that could only be made with almost extinct species. Mother and Father met through an arranged marriage of the two families, the Artemievna clan had plans to expand into Asia, starting with Japan. Mother's family was the Ashikiryu clan. It was a pretty cliche and standard occurrence, the Shiki were desperate to reclaim their hold on Japan and the Mievna were so gracious as to offer their help, in exchange, they too would hold a share of the undergrounds of Japan too.

As such, the marriage happened out of conveniences of the adults while the two heirs were still at the tender ages of 16 and 17. As the byproduct of their union, I was trained by both families to carry on the bloodline. True I was exalted in the families, but it was incredibly lonely. Training ever since I could walk, being told that I could never be a child and being shun by kids from both families for being the favoured one. I never like the other children anyways, they didn't know right from wrong, always acted impulsively. Their actions childish and petty, they didn't even know how to hold a gun proper. All they ever did was complain and whine to their parents and the adults would do all the dirty work for them, whereas I did my own and my mother's dirty work myself. I learnt to suck it up and forge my own way out, we were currently situated in Japan. There was an emerging clan that had been sending threats every now and then, I've killed about 5 assassins and 3 spies in the span of the week. They were nothing strong or powerful, but they did prove an annoyance.