The Pharoah's Rise (Overlord Male Reader Insert)

Part 3: A Village Under Siege

Momonga winked as he teleported away. You followed along and found yourself in a room with a large mirror and nothing else. You glanced in the mirror and frowned.

"Hmmm. I need to do something about.. this…" you said as you pinched at the exposed parts of your incredibly dry flesh that peeked out from behind the bandages that you had equipped to keep your true nature hidden. Momonga chuckled as he saw the obvious annoyance you're appearance brought.

"Don't worry Agamemnon-san. My idea may just remedy that." He said as he waved his bony palm in front of the mirror. An image began to flicker to life until it gave off a consistent glow that cascaded over your two imposing figures, creating nightmarish shadows. The image was that of a village being ransacked by what seemed were knights.

"What say we do a random act of kindness?" Momonga asked you as you both gazed at the screaming villagers.

"Ah. I see now. You're absolutely right, this is the solution to my problem." You said with a sinister grin. It was only now that you realized that the idea of killing someone didn't really bother you. In fact, it almost just seemed natural, like a predators instinct. Afterall, does the wolf care if the rabbit should scream?

"Shall we?" You asked with a curt bow. Momonga nodded in agreement as he spawned a mask from some special event to cover up his obviously skeletal appearance. Before either of you could teleport, there was a banging at the door that caused you both to jump a bit. You let out a sigh and opened the door only to find Albedo and Th'ull kneeling.

"My lords." She started, "We understand you would like to venture to a nearby human village. We fully recognize your strength and are assured of your safety...but..." She trailed off and looked away nervously. Th'uul finally spoke up in his rough and gargling deep voice.

"We would like to accompany you to this village as the supreme ones should not be left without an attendant." Th'uul gulped nervously as you turned to Momonga.

"What do you say Momanga? Shall we let them tag along?" You asked hiding a smirk. Momonga let out a chuckle as he took note of there overly nervous and studious act. Like children humbly asking their parents for a piece of candy.

"I suppose there's no harm in that, but you must conceal your appearance. I do not want the existence of powerful monsters like us to be widely known quite yet." They both stood excitedly and bowed once more.

"Thank you supreme ones! We shall get prepared!" Albedo cried in glee as she and Th'uul ran down the cold stone hallways to get ready.

"Hmmm…" Momonga seemed deep in thought.

"I wonder how they knew…" Before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him by simply saying

"Demiurge." Momonga listened intently as you sent a mental communication to both him and Demiurge.

"Demiurge...your dedication to keeping Nazarick secure is admirable. But I will not have you monitoring the activities of the Supreme Ones." Your voice became heavy and daunting in that last sentence prompting an audible gulp from Demiurge.

"Should our activity need to be known by others, WE shall be the ones to inform you. Is that clear?" There was dead silence for a moment, until Demiurge finally spoke.

"Yes My Pharoah. Pardon my rudeness. I assure you, it will not happen again." The title he used  took you off guard for a moment. You had almost forgotten that was your official title, The Pharoah of the Forgotten Sands. You couldn't help but chuckle at the fear in Demiurge's voice, as you spoke again.

"See that it doesn't." The communication ended as Momonga stepped forward.

"Wasn't that a bit harsh?" He asked raising a bony finger.