Overlord Maids Novels & Stories

“David, how daring of you! How dare you call the Overlords by their first names. You must be tired of living. Don’t drag me down if you want to die. I never said that an Overlord was supporting me. Using the Overlords’ names is a capital crime. Everyone knows that the five Overlords have not been involved in world affairs for many years. They will only appear when Leila is in crisis or there is serious internal strife. If you want to harm me, you should at least come up with a believable idea!” Ambrose yelled at David.

I turned to the chefs, and they shifted uncomfortably, "it could be the butlers, or it could even be a maid with a catchy name." I paused for a beat. "Today." I smiled at Ophelia. "That's you." -You want crazy, I'll give you crazy.- "Hold her," I instructed the other maids, and they did, causing Ophelia to begin fighting against them. "Let me go! Let me go! I- I'm one of you! Thi-s this isn't right!!" she yelled, but the maids turned their face away, too scared to do anything for her. Too scared to oppose the master of the house, because, unlike Vivanna's time, they did not have a big enough reason to risk their lives.

Gulping down as she heard her stomach rumbling from hunger, she continued her journey through the stairway until she got to the end. Olivia was stunned to see the four maids still waiting patiently for her. She instantly felt remorseful. "Oh my, I wasn't expecting you all to still be awake. Please get going; I'll do these things myself." She mumbled, but they remained rooted in the same position. "Sorry, Madamé, but this is Sir's order. We cannot leave you alone on the first floor." It was Titania, the oldest among the maids, who spoke up.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

He pushed open the door and jump on me on the bed gigling. "Morning, Maa," he said cheerfully. "Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, hugging him close. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. “Did you miss me in your new room?” “No,” August answered shaking his head. Well that’s not very nice. "Yes, Aunt Cook made us pancakes." I smiled. Even I did not know the name of the cook or any of the workers in this place. I made a mental note to learn their names as soon as I could. "That sounds nice. Did you save any for me?"

To any sensible person or living creature, the sound of the name of the Overlord was enough to give nightmares. No one dared challenge the greatest warrior both politically, physically and financially. And even otherwise! But then, I was not normal. “Where are we?” I asked the maid, who led me through a maze of winding passages. One could definitely get lost here, I mused as the maid walked on briskly without a word dropping from her lips. "We are here, Miss Hatherleigh!” The maid announced with a bow as we got to an ornately carved oak door.

Her mind was cut in two by the sudden close proximity of the close aide of the Overlord. “He is crazy.” Mina pulled her up effortlessly. “But we can talk about The Holiness.” “The Holiness?” She dazedly blinked at Mina. it took her two seconds to realize it. “Of course. Please.” She said desperately. “Of course.” Mina slapped her back while laughing. “The arrival of the conqueror, our beloved Overlord Shadow.”

"My Lady? How may I assist you?" ​"I need your help with an urgent matter regarding the gala arrangements," I said smoothly, gesturing toward the stairs leading to the upper gallery. "There is a massive decorative chest upstairs that needs to be moved to the lower ballroom immediately. It requires both hands, so you will need to drop whatever you are holding."

Her eyes narrowed, making it painfully clear she had no interest in whatever I might say. I swallowed hard, fighting the tremor in my throat, and met her gaze with pleading eyes. “Ma’am, please,” I begged, my voice soft yet urgent with sincerity. “Before you close the door, I implore you—give me just one chance to make it up to you, to earn my way back into your good graces and claim even the smallest place in your heart. I am willing to follow your every desire, no matter what it may be. Only please, do not ruin my reputation or my dignity. I am nothing more than a humble maid who dreams of a peaceful life. Tell me what you want from me, and I will obey without hesitation or complaint.”