The Overlord, The Automata, and The Silver

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          As Aeskell, Albedo, and Ainz laid on Ainz’s bed with a rather large bowl of popcorn between them, Ainz stared at the large TV. He didn’t know how or where the guild got it. All he himself knew was that it was probably expensive.

          He was an also a bit self-conscience. There were two women in his bed. Of course, he had had sex with one of them, and that other used to be a man. However, he had learned that it seemingly didn’t matter to his emotions, as he was still slightly nervous about having them in the same bed as him.

          “Ok, Ainz, I used to watch this movie when I was sick as a kid. My grandfather used to watch it with me because it made him feel better when he was sick as a kid himself. It’s called “The Princess Bride,” she said and grabbed the remote on her lap.

          He was currently on a date with the two women mentioned. Of course, it was only officially a date with Aeskell, but Albedo had asked to come along. He couldn’t really refuse either.

          He looked at himself as well, he was currently in his human shape that Albedo seemed to love so much. Sure, he was slightly buff in this form, but at the end of the day he looked just like his somewhat handsome old self. He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t pretty to look at.

          He then looked up at the screen that was playing. “The Princess Bride,” it showed after about a minute of intros. The blue text quickly faded and was replaced by an antient looking TV on screen. Coughing could be heard from a child.

As the movie continued, the game the small and obviously sick child was playing zoomed out and showed what seemed to be an old earth bedroom from the 1980s. Then, seemingly the boy’s mother entered. The boy didn’t even look up from his game as she walked in and kissed his forehead.

          “Hi honey,” the mother said.

          “Hi Mom,” the boy said as he put down the controller he was using.

          “Are you feeling any better?” the concerned mother said as she walked over to the window, the boy then answers, “a little bit.”

          “Guess what,” the mother says as turns to him and the boy asks, “what,” in response.

          “Your grandfathers here,” she said.

          “Can’t you tell him I’m sick,” the retorted with a little bit of weariness, this caused Ainz to raise an eyebrow at the woman clinging to his arm.

          When had she done that? You might ask. He doesn’t know, all he knows is that it makes him feel slightly fluffy inside. That might just be the embarrassment though. The scene quickly evolved when that grandfather arrived and pinched the young boy’s cheek.

          The young lad didn’t really enjoy, and it showed. The mother left with a quick goodbye, she seemingly had somewhere to be. Then the grandfather sat down on a chair by the bed and gave the boy a present.

          The boy opened it without a thank you and looked at the present with slight exasperation. He then looked over to the grandfather.

          “A book?” the boy said questioningly.

          “That’s right. When I was your age, television was called books. This is a special book, my father read it to me when I was sick, and I read it to your father; and now, I’m going to read it to you!” the old man said.

          “Are there any sports in it?” the boy asked, somewhat surprising Ainz.

          However, Ainz the quickly remembered that sports still were probably played recreationally in this time period. That put a small smile on his face. His child would be able to play sports if they so chose in this new world that still didn’t have a name yet.

          “Are you kidding!?” the grandfather said excitedly, “There’s sword fighting, fencing, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, and miracles!”

          “That sounds aright,” the child quickly said.

          “Oh, thank you,” the grandfather said sarcastically, “your vote of confidences is overwhelming.”

          That got a small snort out of Ainz. The retort reminded him of what Ulbert would sometimes say to the plans he invented after the guild’s grand straightest left. Ainz back then wasn’t the best at strategy. He did improve though.

          “Alright then, the princess bride,” the grandfather said after putting on some reading glasses, this didn’t surprise Ainz.

          The number of people in the future that needed glasses had skyrocketed, at least, in terms of the 1900s. Aeskell tugged at his arm, and he looked at her. she was smiling at his snort, it seemed. She was happy, that in turn made him happy and he smiled even more. He then turned back to the movie.

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          The movie picked up in full swing and Ainz was loving it so far. That much could be plainly seen on his new, human face. After the intro was done, and the characters introduced, he found himself relating to Wesley.

          The man simply enjoyed the presence of the woman he loved. That much of the story was obvious from the beginning. Though, it was a bit strange for the girl in beginning, who was named buttercup for some odd reason, found out his love right away.

          Then again, it was rather obvious to all involved what he meant when he said, “as you wish.” But that was getting into pedantic. It was only the intro. He could put that thought away.

          Then they got to the scene where Buttercup was married off to the rather haughty prince and then the scene where she was kidnapped by the three people who did not look like circus performers, no matter how you spun it.

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          “We are but poor, lost, circus performers,” the smallest of the three men said, “is there any villages nearby?” he asked.

          “There is no one nearby, not anyone for miles around,” buttercup spoke a little dimly, obviously not understanding this was a trap of some kind.

          “Then no one will hear you scream,” the short man said darkly.

          Then, the giant of a man walked of to Buttercup and placed a hand on the back of her neck, knocking her out for the count. She fell off of her horse and the man caught her.

          Ainz raised an eyebrow at the stupidity of the girl. Yes sure, no one sane or weak enough would dare attack the bride of the prince, but these people seemed to not really care. They were either fools or they had some power backing them. Though, their reasons were soon told.

          The screen then faded to a different scene. It must have been someplace nearby, and not that farther along in the day, because the sun was only slightly lower.

          “What are you ripping?” the normal sized man asked as the view showed that of the small man ripping a piece of fabric.

          “It’s the fabric of an army officer of the kingdom of Gilder,” He explained.

          “Whose Gilder?” the giant asked.

          “The country on the opposite side of the sea; the sworn enemy of Florin!” the small man, looking back down at his work, “Go!” he said as he slapped the horse’s rump with his hand, and it ran off with the piece of fabric tied to it; “the fabric will make the prince suspect the Gildarians have abducted his love. When he finds her body on the Gilder frontier, his suspicions will be totally confirmed.”

“You never said anything about killing anyone,” the giant said in slight surprise.

          “I’ve hired you to help me to start a war! It’s prestigious line of work with a long line of glorious tradition,” the short man said his rebuttal.

          “I just don’t think it’s right, killing an innocent girl like that,” the giant man said, which earned an approving nod from Ainz.

          “Am I going mad! Or did the word, “think” escape your lips! You were not hired for you brains you hippopotamic land mass!” the short man, who was apparently the ringleader said.

          “I agree with Fezzik,” the other man said.

          “Oh! The suant has spoken! What happens to her is not truly of your concern. I will kill her!” he yelled at the taller gent, “and remember this, when I met you, you were so slobbering drunk that you couldn’t buy brandy!” the short man finished with him then he turned to Fezzik, “and you! Friendless, brainless, helpless, hopeless. Do you want me to send you back to where you were! Unemployed, in Greenland!”

          He then walked off to the front of the boat they had gotten on. Simply music picked up as the fencer walked over to Fezzik.

          “You know Vizzini, he can fast, he said to the giant.

          “Fast, first thing he likes to scream at us,” the man responded.

          “He probably means us no harm,” he said to complete the rhyme that was forming.

          “He’s very, very, short on… charm,” he finished the rhyme.

          The two obvious friends mumbled some more words to each other. Vizzini then told them to drop it, but the two friends weren’t done making fun of their employer.

          “Fezzik, are there rocks ahead!” the man asked.

          “If there are, we’ll soon Be dead!” he said with glee.

          “No more rhymes! I mean it!” the short man screamed.

          “Anybody want a peanut?” countered the giant.

          Ainz, as well as the two other women laughed out loud from that. The movie continued on as they watched. No, the Authur isn’t going to recap and recite that whole movie. Go watch it yourselves.

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