OVERLORD: The Second Supreme Being

In the Kingdom, within the territory of Count Sprilip.

Gazef led his personal guard to this place in search of vampires.

Before their arrival, messengers had already been sent to inform Count Sprilip of their visit.

Under normal circumstances, the Count should have sent someone to receive them. Even if he hadn't, the two messengers responsible for delivering the message should have returned to the group to report.

Along the way, Gazef noticed that the residents here seemed different from those in other territories. Their eyes seemed to shine with light, filled with hope for tomorrow and optimism for the future.

"Such a good lord is rare these days," Gazef remarked.

"With the Warrior Captain leading us, we'll be able to handle the vampires as easily as before."

"Do not let your guard down. From this moment on, the entire army is to remain vigilant."

"Yes, sir!"

As Gazef was nearing the Count's castle, he noticed someone spying on them.

Gazef made a few hand signals to his deputy, who immediately understood and led a few men to circle back.

The spy sensed something was wrong and turned to leave.

"Martial skill: Flowing Speed!"

Gazef leaped off his horse, his body suddenly accelerating as he charged toward the spy.

The spy tried to flee in panic, but Gazef's deputy and his men blocked the path ahead.

"Who are you?" Gazef demanded, pointing his sword at the spy's neck.

"My lord, I'm just passing by!" the spy stammered.

"Swish!"

A flash of light streaked by as Gazef's sword cleaved a nearby tree in half with a single strike.

"Spare me, my lord! Spare me! I'll talk, I'll talk!"

"I'm just a spy hired by the Count, tasked with monitoring for suspicious individuals around the Count's estate."

"So, you're one of the Count's men."

Everyone lowered their weapons, but just as they let down their guard, the spy suddenly bared his fangs and lunged at Gazef, aiming to bite his neck.

Gazef reacted instantly, kicking the attacker away.

The vampire thrall rolled to his feet and pounced toward the nearest soldier. Unlike Gazef, the soldier wasn't quick enough to react.

As the soldier tried to resist, his body suddenly went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Without hesitation, Gazef struck the vampire slave down with a single slash, then kicked aside the corpse.

"Are you alright?" Gazef shook the soldier who had been bitten.

"I'm fine..." The soldier weakly replied, looking extremely drained.

Just as other soldiers took out healing potions to give him, the soldier suddenly lunged and bit the one offering him the potion.

The soldier, terrified, spilled the potion, and the transformed vampire slave reacted as if doused with scalding hot water.

His face was burned beyond recognition, and he lost all signs of life.

"The speed of transformation into a vampire is terrifying!" the deputy said in shock.

"This vampire's strength might be far greater than we anticipated," Gazef said, a sense of unease growing in his heart.

Renner was at the highest point of the Count's castle, watching Gazef and his group.

"The kingdom's strongest warrior will also die at my hands. I can't wait!" Renner's expression was eerily unsettling.

At that moment, Count Sprilip approached.

"Everything is ready, Lady Renner," Sprilip said emotionlessly.

When he learned that Renner was the leader of the organization, he was truly shocked. After the shock came happiness, because the fact that Renner had built this organization with her own strength was proof of her abilities.

A princess, building a power of her own without anyone's help—he couldn't even imagine how one would do such a thing. But Renner had done it.

Sprilip truly admired Renner from the bottom of his heart.

... Gazef and his group entered the Count's castle, but there wasn't a single person to be seen along the way. From the outside, the castle looked lively. Gazef entered the house and casually wiped the banister of the stairs; not a speck of dust was found. This meant that someone had definitely cleaned it recently.

Gazef and his group searched the castle inside and out numerous times but found no one.

The small squad of ten men led by his deputy, who had been sent to gather information from nearby villagers, had not returned either.

With no clues or leads, Gazef felt as though he had struck cotton with his fist—completely ineffective.

As night fell, Gazef ordered everyone to stay temporarily in the Count's estate.

When morning came again, and the roll call was taken, eight people were missing.

To ensure their safety, everyone had slept in the hall, with guards assigned to keep watch.

All the guards were present and reported nothing unusual, yet the eight individuals had vanished without a trace.

"We retreat! We go back the way we came," Gazef gave the order with a sense of resignation.

"Commander, aren't we going to search for the missing brothers?"

"I would like to, but right now we have no leads. Everyone vanished without a sound. Not even I noticed anything."

"In a situation like this, we need experienced adventurers to help."

As Gazef and his group reached the entrance of the Count's castle, they saw twenty corpses neatly lined up at the gate.

It was as though they were being displayed to showcase the enemy's overwhelming strength.

The expressions of these twenty people were filled with sheer terror, as though they had witnessed something truly horrifying.

Gazef clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and looked at the deputy who had fought alongside him in countless battles.

"Commander, we must avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Yes! Commander, we can't just leave like this!"

The soldiers were urging Gazef not to leave without taking action.

"Alright, we'll stay one more night."

The group returned to the Count's castle.

Gazef led his men to search every possible hiding place inside the castle, even going so far as to recklessly damage the Count's estate.

Gazef knew very well that their enemies were hiding somewhere, watching them without their knowledge.

And there was more than one enemy.

...

Peroroncino was currently in the Slane Theocracy, disguised and entering with Shalltear.

As a religious state, this place highly revered humanity, and other races were often stranded in the Slane Theocracy.

"The Black Scriptures, huh? I'm curious to see them for myself."

In Nazarick, Albedo was watching as Hanzo came to report on Peroroncino's whereabouts. Albedo smiled.

"I originally planned to create an opportunity to eliminate you, but I didn't expect you to give me the chance," Albedo said.

Albedo woke up Rubedo and equipped the artifact-level item that had been prepared in advance—the Space Severing Cauldron.

This item could prevent teleportation and the transmission of messages within a certain range.

"Lord Ainz, I will eliminate this person who seeks to take your position as the master of Nazarick," Albedo thought to herself.

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