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Then i will be off right since you wanted to make

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“Then, I will be off. Right… since you wanted to make boys’ clothes, you might want to know this. Did you know that the Supreme Beings seem to prefer boys in girl’s clothing?” “...Hm?”
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O VERLORD V OLUME 2 CHAPTER 3 WISE KING OF THE FOREST Part 1 Clementine stormed back to Khazit’s hideout — the secret shrine under E- Rantel’s graveyard. Her strides were wild and forceful, her brows were furrowed, and her mouth was twisted. Her pretty features were distorted into something which could only have been described with the word “ugly”. That said, her true nature was probably more grotesque than that face. Khazit muttered to himself as he guided a newly-created Zombie over to the undead storage area. “Oh~ A new Zombie? That’s over 150 now, the Orb of Death is quite extraordinary~” The number of undead that could be controlled by the 3rd-tier spell [Create Undead] was limited by the power of the spell’s caster. The more undead one made, the fewer one could control. Still, Zombies were among the lowest grade of undead. Someone like Khazit, who was specialized in controlling the undead, could maintain his hold over the unbelievable amount of over a hundred of them at once. The reason Khazit could control more than even that number was due to the power of the item he carried — the Orb of Death. “It’s all because you’ve been fooling around so much.” “Sor-ry~” There was not even the slightest hint of remorse on Clementine’s face as she apologized.
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“Still~ it’s their fault for dying so soon~ couldn’t they hold on a little longer— ?” “…When you bash them like that, it’s no wonder they’d die…” “Adventurers wouldn’t die so easily~” “They weren’t adventurers, just ordinary civilians… Clementine, do you like spouting obvious things to waste time?” “Yesyesyes~ I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, please forgive me~” Khazit clicked his tongue. “As if I could believe that. In any case, stop going after people.” “Oh-kay~” Her flighty response made Khazit furrow his brows. Still, there was no point going on about it, so he decided not to continue lecturing her. He tried to express his displeasure with the wrinkles of his frown, but as expected, she ignored it. “Buuut~ I’m so booooooored — speaking of which, where is he, anyway?” “Has he not returned yet?” “Not yet. I missed him — since it’s hard to get a hold of him, what about grabbing that granny instead~?” “Stop that. That old woman is a 3rd-tier magic caster and a famous person in this city, so don’t look down on her. If you move carelessly against her, you might find yourself in too deep to dig yourself out.” “Ehhhhh~ But—” Khazit reached into his robes, and withdrew a jet-black gemstone.
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“…Clementine, I’ve spent several years preparing to turn this place into a city of the dead. I don’t want your pointless antics to set my plans back. If you continue making trouble… I’ll kill you.” “…It’s called the Death Spiral, right?” “Indeed. It’s the rite our leader is conducting.”
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