Overlord and the Seraphim

『Rolling the Ball II』

While everything was going on, Arche had vanished looking over the food. Letting out a sigh as she heard the music take the room, she smiled faintly seeing people shifting around.

She saw a few friends from the academy, all of the students had been ultimately invited. A faint smile remained across her lips as she folded her hands in front of herself and casually walked along the side of the room.

Then she leaned against the stone inner wall of the ballroom, watching as people did their thing. She closed her eyes listening to the music for a short period of time, before opening her eyes again.

Her blue hues narrowed on Jack who was sitting there talking with the Emperor and his associates. No one could hear them over the sound of the music, let alone from how far away she was, she couldn't hear a thing.

All the same, the music made this place come to life so it seemed. Standing along the trim of the upper levels of the ballroom, she could see what looked like two dark elves wearing brown mantles, their faces hidden by masks that covered their mouth and nose.

One of them had a bow resting diagonally across their torso, while the other held a staff in hand with a shy or even cowardly demeanor.

"Hm.. How did they get up there?" Arche wasn't aware of who they were, but she knew they were related to Jack in some way or another. She remained there, just watching the people around the room dance and talk.

Nothing really exciting was going on, other than the vast amounts of interesting music choices. Some of the songs she never expected to hear from such equipment. The violins had become wild and energetic, the cellos becoming heavy and emotional.

The flute called for her to move her feet as it held the middle ground together against the string instruments with beautiful harmony.

Her gaze then raised to a trio of boys who suddenly cornered her, their shadows casting over her. From what Arche could see from a brief glance, was that they were her age if not a bit older.

They still had their noble status based on their clothes, or they were children of bureaucrats who served the Emperor.

"If it isn't the little Arche-dono," huffed one of the boys scratching his chin as he not only verbally mocked her, but also cheekily bowed half-assedly to make fun of her.

"Heh, this Graham guy knows how to dress his toys," the other said reaching forward slightly to touch her from over one of the other boy's shoulders.

"Hey, I saw her first," The boy turned his head to look at the one who had gone to touch her. He then licked his lips slightly and turned to look at Arche who was looking over them with a reserved gaze.

Grinning deviously, the second boy looked her over. Easily undressing her with his eyes. "How about we take this to one of the upper rooms?"

"Yeah," the center one which had seen her 'first' agreed with a laugh.

No one seemed to be noticing at all. Though Arche kept calm, at least tried to. She flexed her gaze at them, taking a step back as they finally tried to usher her towards the kitchen door.

It was the only way to get to the other parts of the house without passing through the barricades that kept the manor sectioned off into three parts.

"That's n-not happening," Despite remaining reserved, she found herself squirming. Personally she didn't like the situation and too many thoughts were going through her head, even if they were weaklings, she didn't have the staff to increase the effectiveness of her magic.

"You're just a slave, aren't you? The man's toy, right? You think we have a choice?" One of their voices became harsh and he lunged forward, taking her by the forearm and raising it above her head. She was still petite and he brought her onto her tiptoes. "We're guests here," he brought his face in close to hers, "Entertain us on behalf of your master, would you?"

His other hand roughly touched at her lower back, sliding down previously towards her bum.

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and side of her face, a shiver going down her spine. She couldn't hold back, she couldn't allow hesitation otherwise they would get the better of her.

Just as he was about to squeeze her ass through her dress, he quickly brought her free hand down on his shoulder and her knee between his legs. Arche was sure she felt a definitely squish, as well as the feeling of something hard.

The boy was at a loss of words, and could only make small croaking sounds before collapsing to the ground in fetal position, practically foaming from the mouth.

By now people had started to notice as the music stopped abruptly. People were beginning to turn their heads to see what was causing the disturbance.

"How dare you hurt my brother you slippery little bitch!" One of them shouted, "You won't recognize your snatch once I'm done with you." With that, they went to strike her, only for a massive heavy blade to come smashing into the floor between them like a makeshift shield.

His hand struck the blade, a satisfying crunch resonating from his knuckles as they split.

Standing mere meters away, was Momon in his black armor with Nabe at his side wearing an armored dress. "Treating the Host's lover as your personal toy... Is this what your Empire stands for?" The skeleton wearing armor asked with a booming toned emitting from the lip bug he used to disguise his voice.

"Uh... Ah..."

"Er..."

The noble boys had become nervous, even the one who held his bloody knuckles withheld cries of pain as he stumbled back from the sight of the Darkness group. Behind Momon and Nabe, were the Swords of Darkness dressed in improved gear. It was clear that Darkness and the Swords of Darkness together made their lives a bit more profitable.

"Cowardly worms, you humans are. Your filthy blood is not even worth the coin your purses are filled with." Nabe spoke callously as she glared at them, daggers in her eyes, ready to kill them if given the command. Her hand was even on the hilt of her weapon, just waiting for Momon to say when.

"What is the meaning of this!?" The Emperor stood from the table, seeing the mess.

Without delay though, Jack had slipped from the table with silent feet and strode over to the scene. The emperor followed behind once he noticed where he had gone.

Arche immediately tearful rushed over to the man she had been spending the past few months with and planted her face into his torso. Compared to him, she was extremely short, at least two feet shorter than him at least.

"This bitc--" The third boy went to talk, without seeing who he was responding to, only to freeze as if his insides had suddenly exploded. He had sworn towards the Emperor.

"That slave kicked me..." Groaned the boy on the ground.

"She's not a slave," Jack's appeared to be empty and almost entirely unfeeling as he gazed down towards the human, "She's my fiancée." These words echoed from his mouth as he lied outwardly.

Arche though didn't correct him nor did she deny it. If anything, it made the Empire look bad, really bad, now that these nobles who had kept their titles and status had tried assaulting her.

Not only had they done that, but they had insulted her by believing her a slave, in extension severely insulting Jack himself. Either way, no one was allowed to touch his slaves in such a manner either. He was truly ready to slaughter all three of them to make an example.

There was no protecting the noble boys now, and Jack's demeanor had become colder.

The Emperor stepped forward, "Arrest the boys, round up their family members present."

"Yes, Sir!" Two of the Knights responded and rushed off to identify and detain the members present at the ball. It wasn't hard, everyone had been announced and there was only one way out. There was no escaping his orders.

"Please, my friend." Jircniv turned to look at Jack as he stood between the boys and him, his remaining two Knights arresting the three teens. "Forgive this act," He made grandiose hand gestures to get the severity of his apology across. "Don't let it reflect on our mutual or political relationship," but all the same it came off as a plea.

One in which Jack didn't want to take. However, his existing plans seemed to give birth to new ones. The unveiling of Nazarick will be his wrath upon the Empire.