A Theory on Godhood: An Overlord Story

Chapter 41: Conspiracy Lore

The Grand Library of Ashurbanipal

Titus Annaeus Secundas was rearranging some of the books on the shelf when his creator, Shijuuten Suzaku, ambled into the library. The undead librarian did a double take, not believing his eyes for a moment.

"Mine lord! Doth hath come to see thine servant! Verily, this is a joyous occasion!" Titus said, his voice more animated than it usually was.

His master looked up, apparently deep in thought. What little flesh he had left on his divine visage crinkled. "Ah, so thine creation, great Titus, named after the mighty emperor of Rome, hath come to greet thee. How fare our collection, oh librarian?"

"In optimal conditions, oh Lord of Frost. Thine worries need not be given breath. Myself and Lord Grievous Sin hath taken many measures to care to thine lords' collection.

The powerful undead giant let loose a sigh, a wave of ice blowing out and quickly dissipating. "Thy purpose is charged with phenomenal responsibility, so thine hands may be freed to pursue other avenues of thought."

"Oh grand creator, King of Ice, strongest of the jotuns, He-Who-Holds-Dominion-in-Jotunheim, thine words do this one the highest of honors. I shan't disappoint your godly goals."

Lord Shijuuten merely flashed him the same grin that all undead possessed, the only one their skulls could manage, even with scraps of flesh still hanging on.

Titus knew his master spoke differently with the other supreme beings, for their dialect and tongue was of a finer, more refined taste. His was but sandpaper compared to their linguistics, but it was a gift from his creator.

If only he could adopt such magnificent inflections! The undead librarian knew that if he could master it, he would be unrivaled amongst the trivial trash of the new realm his masters and him occupied.

A chime echoed in his inner ear, that of a message coming through only for him. He held up two fingers to answer it.

"It's time," was all a seductive but familiar feminine voice said, cutting off abruptly. His eyes flickered with surprise while he looked at the miniature clock that sat at his workspace.

How had time eluded him so easily? Perhaps the arrival of his creator elicited greater excitement than he thought, but with him here, he couldn't possibly leave Lord Shijuuten by his lonesome!

"Hath thee taken a respite at all, little Titus?" Lord Shijuuten asked of him, finding the tome he desired and sinking into a plush chair situated on a rug.

Titus inclined his head in reverence. "Nay, Lord Creator, this one hath serviced the great halls of thine knowledge with due haste! Rare is it that I shouldth draw away from thine endeavors."

"Rest, rest your weary skull upon laurel leaves then, oh great Titus! Let not thee old bag of bones weigh your conscience. Fly, fly away with thee!"

An attempt was made by Titus to object. He could not possibly forsake his duties just for his own pleasures, even if the other NPCS of Nazarick called out to him. He promptly stopped when his own creator gave him a side eye.

The librarian knew better than to argue. He quickly gathered up the scrolls and books he prepared for this day, making sure everything else was in working order.

While he did this, he realized that now might be an opportunity to gain some insight from his creator, for better or worse.

"Mine creator, what experience hath thee within yonder homeworld? I heard tale of extraordinary whispers from thine other creations, but none from thine self."