Lady Clementine Overlord 소설 & 이야기

At that moment, Caleb promptly pressed his advantage and leaped on top of Ches' chest while holding the Overlord high above his head. "Time to die!" He laughed savagely and swung the Overlord downward! Screams echoed from the stands as they watched in horror. "Oh no!" "Shit, Ches is so dead!" Clang! However, that was when a loud clang echoed like the clash of matters, and everyone was left gaping at the blinding golden radiance. "T-That's the Crawfords' Overlord Bloodline!" Someone gulped, disbelief showing all over his face. Indeed, in the debris that was the fighting ring, Caleb's great sword had been thrust into the blinding golden light, but the light seemed to stop it from being pressed

Fiora picked up her dagger from the ground without any discomfort, realizing she made the right choice for not bringing the weapon into the combat. Clement presented himself to Helen, and he might had regretted it almost immediately. The woman was sick upstairs and only very few people like him, a few maids and some guards knew of it. She was impulsive, manipulating and a maniac for all Clement cared about. Even after the tragedy that had struck his wife that morning, he still managed to appear at the queen's sight. "Your majesty, what do you suggest then?" Poor and tired Clement asked. "Tell me about it! I expect you to use your head and think about things like this. It is your bloody duty!

For example, in Oriville, the Crosby family and a few others reigned supreme. In reality, there was one acknowledged sovereign above them all. It was a figure known as Overlord. "Interesting." Gideon smirked. Then, he asked, "So, you're Oriville's Overlord, huh? We have no ties or history. Isn't it a little inappropriate for you to be protecting Alberto like this?"

And seeing the hurt etched across his face only twisted the knife deeper in me. But precautions had to be taken. No matter who Clementine was to Jimmie, she was still the Midnight Reaper. A ruthless beast—cunning, unpredictable, and dangerous. And worse, she was still tied to Nadia. My thoughts snapped as Clementine cleared her throat, dragging me back to the present. Her eyes locked on mine, warm and teasing, as if she were holding back a grin. “I want,” she said, her voice smooth as velvet, “my friend and I want guaranteed freedom and safe haven in Woodland.”

She must have read my mind because she immediately explains herself. “I am sorry to arrive unannounced, but this is urgent. Clement and that seductress you exchanged your father’s horses for are coming to overthrow you.” I can feel her anger when she utters the seductress. My curiosity is already piqued. The Clement she is referring to is famously known as Alpha C of the Palmland pack. He was dad’s friend, that’s why I had suggested he gave him the horses when he wanted them killed. Those are the same horses Terrence bought back a few months back in exchange for Olivia.

He stood with the quiet authority of a man who had seen generations rise and fall. "Then proceed, Mr. Ryder. But if Kian is truly back... truly the man he once was... this won’t be as clean as you think." Harlin said nothing. Mr. Clementine walked to the window, staring into the misty garden beyond. "Send me everything. And rest assured, I’ll keep Lena in the dark. For now." Harlin turned to leave. The fire crackled. And behind it, a storm slowly brewed. --- Mr. Clementine stepped out into the open air, his cane tapping against the pavement with each step. He had barely reached the end of Harlin's drive when a sleek black car rolled to a stop at the corner.

A deep authoritative voice boomed out of nowhere. Gasps rented the air. Heads whipped around with searching eyes. Bill scowled and yanked my head up. He squinted his eyes, trying to spot the bidder. It must be another Overlord. A smile furnished Madam Cumberbatch’s lips. Her eyes twinkled. “Sir, raise your paddle to identify yourself.” “I lost it somewhere.” The mysterious bidder answered. “Silly me.” Madam Cumberbatch's mouth parted and annoyance set in her features. “First preference is given to the Overlords.” She scoffed. “Which one do you represent?”

“You think you can give us half the truth and call it honesty? You have insulted the spirits. You have angered the ones who came before us.” Mrs. Vane recoiled as if she had been slapped. “Get out,” Clementine commanded, pointing toward the exit. “Leave this house before the wrath of the dead follows you home.” “But I haven’t told you the rest yet!” Mrs. Vane cried out.

*** The plane landed in Northvale way past dark. I stepped off, wedding dress trailing like a bad decision, and spotted him right away—tall, sharp, unmistakable. Ciel Clementine, head of the Clementine family. My brand-new husband. People said he was a shark in business and a monster at home. The kind who left gold diggers cracked and hollow. Elodie lasted a year before she spiraled and jumped. A chill slid down my spine as I stopped in front of him. His eyes dropped to the dress, brow ticking up.

It seemed Dante anticipated Liam's confusion. In the letter, he reassured Liam not to worry. When the time was right, Liam would understand the meaning of being the 'Overlord'. Liam scoffed after reading the letter. "Such pretentiousness!" He disliked the old man's cryptic behavior. As Liam's abilities grew, there was little Dante could hide from him. However, Liam knew nothing about the so-called Zenith Token and Overlord. "Liam, is there a problem?" Jansen asked, noticing Liam's expression.