15 『Rapport』 (1/2)

Jack opened his eyes to the words of Teetle Berry, his eyes staring up at a starry false sky.

”Good Morning, Jack-sama.” Ever since the appearance of hostile forces near the Village that Jack decided to visit, his tone had become more stern. His Flamboyance had become even more subtle, less noticeable. ”The Warrior Troop has left the village this morning at dawn. They will be reaching the Nearest Population center in several hours.”

”...Thank you for the update,” his eyes settled on the undead which was standing at the foot of his bed. Expressionless at first, he would give the Overlord a soft smile. ”Is there anymore activity nearby?”

”The Slane Theocracy has not retaliated. It seems they have grown cautious. Now, as based on our observations of E-Rantel, there is increased undead activity in its local cemetery and multiple persons have gone missing.” Teetle turned his skull like head to the side slightly, caressing his chin in thought. A serious look could be interpreted from his fiery eyes as they danced along the dark walls of the room.

”Increased Undead Activity?” Jack would slowly sit up, curious about this. ”Did the nation not cleanse the undead population with their military forces?”

”No. It seems the graveyard is used to supplement the advancement tests for Adventurers. Unlike the Baharuth Empire to the East, as we've taken note of, the Re-Estize Kingdom heavily reserves its military forces... Likely due to their economy. It's unlikely they'll be unlikely to survive a war.” The undead made an imitation of a sigh, clearly judging the ineptitude of the Kingdom. ”The use of wide scale divine magic or rituals have not been detected in the area. However, from what we've seen is that less than half of these undead are naturally occurring.”

”Oh…?” Jack smirked slightly hearing that last bit, finding that it was likely someone was making these undead rather than them spawning in from hatred and suffering. ”What are your thoughts?”

Teetle turned to face his master, bowing his head as he was given the opportunity to speak his mind. ”As to be expected of you, Guild Master, to be perceiving my capacity for insight.”

”Go on,” Jack gestured towards the skeleton as he would shift off the side of the bed, looking over himself for a moment, before shrugging. Standing up beside the bed, he would begin to adjust his load out as he changed into his World Champion-class armor robes.

”At the rate of undead growth, the city maybe overrun in al least seven days or at most a fortnight.” Teetle didn't sound grim though as he was giving this information, if anything he sounded exhilarated. As a far superior master of the Undead, Teetle could steal this subtly built army of Undeath.

Jack knew this too, both of the brothers could easily take the army of dead under their control.

A grin formed over his own lips as he shook his head though. How were they going to get all of those undead out of the City? He was sure he could open a portal for the brothers to use, but he was sure there would be many questions as to what happened to the undead head count.

”Keep an eye on it and have your brother focus on the Slane Theocracy with the scrying tool. I want to know everything they're up to.” Jack nodded as he gave this order to the Overlord and walked over to his dresser, resting his hand on the sleek black staff which was resting in midair an inch from its surface.

”How is the village doing after the troops left?”

”Peaceful. The Guards have reported no abnormalities in the area. There were no Theocratic survivors.” Teetle said with much glee as contrast to his more serious tone he used before.

”Good,” Jack nodded to himself as he would scratch the back of his head with his free hand as he lifted the staff to have it at his side.

”Where will you be going this morning?” Teetle inquired without delay.

”Carne Village,” He'd say in haste, ”Is there anything that needs my attention?”

”Toma has done as you asked and has reverse engineered the production plants technology for further uses. Silva gave him the order to begin designing the machines required for automated mass production of material goods, equipment and weapons. Do you approve?”

Jack nodded to this simple input and question of verification as she had acted on his own, assuming what he wanted. ”She has the foresight to catch onto my next move.”

”I shall let them know the moment you leave,” Teetle gave a light nod as he tapped his chin, ”Is there anything else in particular you'd like us to do, Jack-sama?”

”We need to acquire some of this world's currency, so we can mint our gold coins for international use. The Village Elder showed me the appearance of the coins they had, they're similar to Ancient Greek Drachmas.” Though he was sure the Overlord wouldn't know much about Jack's world, he watched as the highly powered Elder Lich nodded in response to his words.

”Perhaps we can have Lannec learn to use a Mirror of Remote Viewing...” They were low-class scrying tools and since there were several members in his Guild, they had plenty to at their disposal. ”To find a nest of bandits.”

”Bandits?” Teetle questioned as he looked over at him.

”If there is a corrupt society, in a medieval realm, then there are destined to be outlaws and highwaymen. Find them, learn their base of operations. Then, I will eliminate them after we've dealt with the cemetery problem... As I've revealed myself, I should make a name for myself as to not be easily attacked without a common people's revolt.”

If Teetle could grin any wider, he would, but all that he had was a skull. He had no cheeks, nothing to make such an expression other than his permanent smile of pearly whites. ”As you command.”

Jack watched as the undead Guardian made his way out of the room. A small chuckle leaving his lips once he was alone in the room. His eyes resting on the holographic projector which displayed an image of his true little sister, which was rotating around in a semi-circle on the writing desk on right side of the room.

Just as he did so, another body came walking in through his bedroom door, or more like darting in and jumping onto his bed!

Jack nonchalantly glanced over towards the bed, resting his sights on a silver haired brat rolling around on the mattress. A small suppressed laugh escaping his throat as he didn't open his mouth.

”...GOOD MORNING!” The little witch shouted, before glancing over towards Jack with a wide grin across her lips. ”Oniisama!”