The Pharoah's Rise (Overlord Male Reader Insert)

Part 9: A Rude Awakening

The first month of operation went smoothly. There were only a few incidents involving violent clients, but they were dealt with swiftly and effectively. The women of the brothel had never been happier, now that they had the ability to lead somewhat normal lives. Work stayed at work and the fact that these women were even involved in this kind of business was kept private unless they chose to divulge the information. Despite your close business dealings with Eight Fingers, they had yet to find out about the change in management. Of course, you had planned for that all along. Deep in thought, you sat upon a luxurious throne, surrounded by ledgers and paperwork from all of your various dealings. To be frank, this had become quite tiresome. You had begun toiling with the idea of finding someone to continue running your operations here so you could be a bit more hands on. Based on your conversations with Ainz so far, he had already begun making waves as the ebony knight Momon. You couldn't help but chuckle at the silly name, so obviously derived from Momonga. Yet a pang of jealousy at his flashy exploits left you feeling stir crazy. You were busy organizing a trade with a brothel in the heart of Re Estize, when Lupus Regina entered the room followed by a timid looking young man. The battle maid had chosen a more casual outfit, now that she was dealing with others on the regular. She wore dark combat leather trousers and a basic white tunic with frilled ends. She had decided to leave her hair down today, instead of her normal twin tails. It reminded you of how long her ginger locks really were. Her current looks aside, there were other matters to attend to. She had truly stepped up in regards to security and supervision of the women under your employment. Perhaps it was her canine or motherly instincts kicking in, but she genuinely seemed to develop a care for humans which was rather refreshing. The hesitant young man stepped forward and bowed to you before speaking.

"Lord Agamemnon..." He started shakily. You were caught off guard by his use of your name, as you had kept information tight. Yet somehow he knew your name.

"I bring a message from Eight Fingers. The executives wish to speak with you and have requested a meeting." You nodded in understanding as the boy spoke. He looked positively horrified, as though his very life was being threatened which prompted a concerned gaze from you and Regina.

"Did they threaten you boy?" You asked in your usual direct and no nonsense manner. He began sweating almost uncontrollably before he nodded his head, confirming your suspicion.

"I see. Would you like to work for me?" The boy looked at you in bewilderment before taking a breath and seriously considering your offer.

"B-but my sister...they have her...." He petered off in a defeated fashion.

"Answer my question, and I assure you that won't be an issue." You said, interrupting the boys train of thought. He stood for several minutes, which brought a smile to your face. It is when a being is presented with a life changing decision that you can truly see what they are like under stress. Despite his nervousness and panic, he maintained a cool head and thought carefully.

"A-alright. I will do as you say. The meeting place is-" You raised a hand, cutting him off once more.

"No need to tell me. After all, you are to lead the way." You gave a kind smile and stood.

"Regina. See to it things run smoothly in my absence. And do try and be more careful while I'm away, alright?" You said with a sly smirk, illiciting a dark blush from the battle maid.

"Yes m-my lord." She stuttered out in an adorable way. You simply laughed and led the way out of the building, the boy following close behind. Upon exiting the facility, two shurikens came careening towards the boy's head. You reacted with lightning fast reflexes as you caught each star between your pointer and middle fingers.