The Pharoah's Rise (Overlord Male Reader Insert)

Part 6: Justice Favors the Weak

After your little scuffle with Succulent, one thing was abundantly clear, these criminals didn't respect you. You couldn't blame them of course, after all, you had yet to give them a reason to. The sun was already high in the sky when you awoke. Th'uul was splayed out completely, which prompted a slight chuckle from you. He looked like a child that passed out where he sat after a long day of playing. As you peeked through the curtains, a voice softly spoke in your head. 

"Agamemnon-san, I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time." You were thankful Momonga had the wherewithal to not speak full volume so soon after you had woken up. 

"Your timing is perfect actually. Sorry for not updating you on my situation further." You offered as you took a seat on the edge of your bed. 

"Its no problem, I figured you would be fine for a night by yourself." Momonga chuckled lightly as you shook your head in response. 

"Yes yes, I get it." You rolled your eyes and let our a sigh as Momonga cleared his "throat". 

"Anyways, I wanted to update you on my next move." He said, which reminded you that you too had some updates for him. 

"I plan on going undercover as an adventurer in Re Estize." You nodded your head as he continued. 

"I want to gain the people's trust in a non intrusive way." You couldn't help but stifle a laugh as you thought of the showy display you had put on for the Princess and Succulent. 

"Well, that is probably for the best." You mumbled as you prepared to tell him everything that had happened. By the time you were done explaining, Momonga was silent.

 "My current goal is to seize Eight Fingers and use it to usurp the throne here." You surprised yourself, as you spoke with a confidence you hadn't had in the real world. Though I suppose this was your real world now.

 "I see. So our paths may not be directly intertwined yet, but they may cross. This might be exactly what we need to pincer Re Estize in a political power grab." You nodded in agreement, as you looked over at Th'uul who still snored away. 

"Perhaps I should get some....normal sized help." You heard Momonga shuffling around as you pulled out a crystal from your inventory. You walked up to Th'uul and gently patted him awake. He sat up in a huff and wiped the sleep from his eyes. 

"My lord. Pardon me for oversleeping." He said as he bowed his head. "Think nothing of it. I do however have a task for you." You held the crystal up and it immediately attracted the fishman's attention. 

"You are to return to Nazarick and send someone more...more reasonably sized to me." The behemoth seemed a bit dejected as he nodded in understanding. 

"I understand master. I am more suitable in combat than I am espionage. I shall not fail you." He said as he stood to his full height and nearly broke a chandelier that dangled from a wooden beam. Th'uul clutched the crystal and shattered it. A column of light enveloped him and once it dissipated, he too was gone. It was at this time you realized that you hadn't exactly given Th'uul a time frame, but you were sure he would be prompt with his mission. For now, you decided to make your way down to the lobby of the inn you were staying in. You left your room and turned to head towards the stairs leading down to the main room, but were stepped as you heard what sounded like a yelp. You followed your instincts and began moving silently towards where you heard the sound. Again. The sound now more intense and distressed. You located the room of origin and tried the door. Naturally it was locked tight, so you pressed an ear to the door. You heard shuffling around and what sounded like an impact. Most likely a slap based on the acoustics. You then heard a sound which caused you to tense up. The sound of a blade being unsheathed. You could no longer do nothing as you kicked the door down with ease. A brown haired woman was sprawled out on the bed, completely nude with a man hovering over her, sword pressed against her neck. She was battered, bruised and clearly afraid as you took note of the her eyes which held the truth. The man turned to you, a bright red hand print adorned his piggish face as he pointed his blade towards you.