OVERLORD: The Second Supreme Being

After Momonga left, Jircniv slumped into his seat.

"Do I really have the strength to fight against such a monster?"

"Hehehe! The answer is obvious, I can't fight back at all."

"I lost, and with just the Empire, we are powerless to resist."

"Your Majesty! Why did you choose to become a vassal state of the Sorcerer Kingdom?" Two of the Four Knights looked at one another, and one of them spoke up.

"My plans were seen through by him. I have been completely outplayed by Ainz Ooal Gown. I lost, completely and utterly."

"Your Majesty, our empire hasn't lost a single soldier, why do you say we have been utterly defeated?"

"I ask you, do you have the confidence to defeat the death knights that Ainz Ooal Gown brought to the Katze Plains?"

"No..."

"And he only brought a hundred of them, and that hundred is enough to bloodily wipe out the Empire. He doesn't even need to act personally; their military power already completely crushes us."

"And I wanted to ally with the Slane Theocracy to resist Ainz Ooal Gown, but the time and place of his appearance—could that be a coincidence?"

"This..."

"It's not a coincidence. He knows everything I've done in secret. He's very smart, far smarter than we imagined. We are completely no match for him."

"Aside from becoming a vassal state, we have no other choice. All other paths lead to death."

Momonga revived the Martial King and exchanged a few words with him, learning about the Runecraft.

"Runecraft, if we possess the technology to craft Rune, the strength of Nazarick should improve even further."

Momonga then looked up at the sky as Shalltear and Peroroncino flew over.

"Momonga, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to recruit adventurers. How did your discussion with Jircniv go?"

"Don't you know anything?"

"What do you mean?"

"At that time, when you were in the arena, Jircniv was entertaining the Slane Theocracy's envoy. Your appearance directly caused a rift between them."

"Those who suddenly said goodbye are from the Slane Theocracy!!!" Momonga suddenly understood everything.

"That's right. I thought you knew they were here to cause trouble on purpose."

"This is just a coincidence. E-Rantel adventurer guild leader, suggested I come to the empire's arena to defeat powerful enemies and promote the new adventurer guild, recruiting adventurers."

"Do you remember how Jircniv was screaming for the Martial King to kill you?"

"At that time, Jircniv was in a frenzy and just wanted you dead. It was hilarious."

Momonga recalled how Jircniv was screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Ha ha, hahaha..." Momonga was about to laugh, but stopped abruptly. His forced calmness was interrupted.

"I see now! It's because my appearance was so coincidental that Jircniv was willing to voluntarily become the vassal state of the Sorcerer King!"

"Peroroncino, do you remember the Runecraft?"

"Isn't that the enchantment from the game?"

"I just learned about the Runecraft from the Martial King."

"This is a huge discovery! With the Runecraft, maybe we can create artifacts with our own power."

Hearing Peroroncino's words, Momonga's eyes glowed red as he eagerly thought about the possibility of crafting artifacts himself.

"Creating artifacts isn't very realistic at the moment, but it's not impossible. After all, we never lack time."

"By the way, have there been any updates on your sister, Bukubukuchagama?"

"No, the search teams we sent out haven't found anything related to Bukubukuchagama."

"Looks like we'll have to increase our fame and wait for her to come find us."

"It seems like the only option."

"I'm planning to visit the Dwarf Kingdom soon. Would you like to come with me?" Momonga invited Peroroncino to join him on a trip to the Dwarf Kingdom.

"Alright! I don't have anything serious to do anyway. Though, I must admit, there are plenty of not-so-serious things to occupy me."

"I wonder how the arrangements for the Vampire Brides are coming along."

...

After the battle with the Kingdom ended, Peroroncino temporarily ordered the hundred Vampire Brides to obey Renner's commands.

Renner assigned them to her subordinates, typically in groups of two or three, to assist them in securing their claims to inheritance.

In a certain noble's mansion within the Kingdom, five or six children of a count were arguing over who should become the heir.

"With Father and Big Brother dead, it should naturally be me, the second son, who becomes the heir!"

"You spend your days idling, playing around, and chasing women. If you're made the heir, we'll all be ruined! If you ask me, the fifth brother is the most suitable choice," said a woman dressed in lavish clothing with heavy makeup.

She was the count's third child. Though being a woman disqualified her from inheritance, she still had some say in the matter.

"Well, I think I should be the heir!"

Everyone turned their attention to the count's youngest son, the ninth child, named Sil.

"You? Hahaha, aren't you only 16 years old? You think you can become the heir? You must be dreaming too much!"

"Make you the heir? That'll only happen if we're all dead!"

"Oh? Is that a promise? Second Brother, you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?" His voice, though still youthful, sent a chilling sensation through everyone who heard it.

"You want to kill me?" The second son glared at him coldly.

"I didn't say that," Sil replied with a smile, but it was a smile that was unsettlingly sinister.

"I'll kill you right now, you little brat!" The second son drew his sword in a fit of rage.

"Killing your younger brother, a fellow noble? You'll lose any chance of inheritance if you do."

"Just you wait!" The second son stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The group dispersed, leaving in discontent.

Late at night, the second son was accompanied by five or six strong men—his personal guards.

As the most likely heir, a merchant had pledged allegiance to him, providing him with vast wealth. These robust guards were mercenaries the merchant had hired at a high price.

"That little brat, still wet behind the ears, thinks he can kill me," he muttered, drinking as he made his way home from the red-light district. It was obvious he had just come back from there.

At that moment, a woman dressed in black appeared by the roadside. Her skin was unnaturally pale.

"Hey there, little lady, are you waiting here just for me? Guess what? Your big brother here is about to become the new count. Stick with me, and I'll make sure you live a life of luxury!" he said with a grin.

The woman nodded silently.

"Young master, something's not right. Her skin is too pale—unnaturally so. She looks like a vampire," one of his guards said, stepping protectively in front of him.

"Step aside! How could such an adorable girl be dangerous?"

The second son tried to push his guard away, but with his meager strength, he couldn't budge him.

"I'm here to kill you," the Vampire Bride declared coldly before rushing forward without hesitation.

The strong men, confident in their weapons, thought they could at least hold her off for a while.

But with a casual swipe of her claw, the sword of the man at the front snapped in two—along with his arm.

For the Level 35 Vampire Bride, these Level 25 guards were no challenge at all.

In just a minute, the guards' dismembered bodies lay scattered around.

"Don't kill me! I'm the future count! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!"

The Vampire Bride didn't hesitate and struck him down immediately.

The next morning, the rest of the family gathered in the same room for another meeting. When they opened the door, they were greeted by the sight of the second son's severed head hanging from the central beam of the room.

"Then, I want to be the heir. Does anyone object?" Sil stood directly beneath the severed head, speaking calmly.

"You actually killed our second brother!"

"Do you have any proof it was me?" Sil replied with a faint, eerie smile. "Or are you claiming you saw it happen with your own eyes?"

"Everyone here knows it was you! Stop pretending!"

"Again, where's your evidence?"

"Hmph! I will never let you become the heir!"

"Then perhaps the next head hanging here will be yours."

"Is that so?" The third sister sneered, and a burly man suddenly charged into the room, wielding an axe to kill the 16-year-old boy.

A slender hand caught the handle of the axe mid-swing. A slim, black-clad woman appeared before the burly man.

No matter how much force the man used, the axe wouldn't budge an inch. Frustrated, he released the axe and swung his fist at the woman instead.

Just as he prepared to attack, the black-clad woman delivered a swift kick, sending him flying across the room.

"Who are you?!" the third sister shouted.

"My bodyguard," Sil replied calmly.

"A bodyguard who covers her face?"

"She can wear whatever she likes. It's her freedom, and none of your concern."

"My apologies to everyone. It seems a lunatic accidentally barged in here. I hope none of you were hurt!" A soldier pushed open the door and spoke nervously.

"You were negligent, and nearly got me killed. By law, you deserve death," Sil declared.

Before the soldier could respond, the black-clad woman grabbed his neck and strangled him to death on the spot.

"Hmph!" The third sister stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

That night, 150 soldiers lay in ambush around the third sister's residence, awaiting the enemy's arrival.

By the next morning, the area was littered with corpses, the scene gruesome beyond words. After hearing of this event, the remaining heirs unanimously agreed to grant Sil the right to inherit the title of Count.

Similar incidents occurred across many noble inheritance disputes within the kingdom.

In the royal castle at the capital, the second prince frowned as he reviewed the reports.

"Why are so many of the nobles inheriting titles either the youngest children or illegitimate offspring?"

"Perhaps because they're more talented," Renner remarked with a light smile.

The second prince shuddered involuntarily. Every time Renner smiled, he was reminded of that fateful night.

He couldn't defeat Renner physically, and when it came to wits, he was no match for her cunning. With no other choice, he could only obey her commands without question.

End of chapter

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