Overlord but I can summon

Word count: 2800 words

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The capital had never been this loud. Nor this quiet.

The streets buzzed with activity. Voices swirled in every corner, and yet there was a certain reverence in the air as if the kingdom itself held its breath. Banners of red, black, white, and gold fluttered from every rooftop.

Flowers were scattered along the cobbled paths, tossed by laughing children and humming merchants. The aroma of roasted meats, cinnamon pastries, and summer wine wove through the air. Somewhere in the distance, a symphony of trumpets rehearsed, rising and falling like a tide that would soon crash.

People lined up along the avenue that led to the royal cathedral, their eyes flicking toward the castle gates, waiting.

Waiting to see her.

Waiting to see him.

Three days ago, it had been announced, Queen Renner was to wed the man from nowhere. The one cloaked in power, shadow, and myth.

And since that moment, nothing had been the same.

In taverns, they called it a fairytale. In noble halls, a scandal. In the alleyways, a mystery. And in the deepest parts of some hearts… a threat.

An old woman with wrinkled fingers clutched a flower basket, murmuring to her granddaughter that love had finally won. A group of young men in polished armor watched the horizon from the barracks' gates, prideful but tense, unsure whether they should be celebrating a union or bracing for a new age.

"He came from nowhere," one of them whispered. "Now he stands beside the queen."

"No. He stands above her," replied another, not unkindly, but with a strange edge in his voice.

They didn't know his name. They only called him the Headmaster of Obsidian Chains.

That was enough to make the heart race… or tremble.

Rumors had painted him with every shade possible. A savior who helped crush the first prince's rebellion. A secret protector who had guided Renner from the shadows...

Others whispered darker things.

That the golden queen had enchanted him. That her beauty and voice had wrapped around his mind like ivy. That he never stood a chance.

"He's just a man," a noblewoman scoffed at her breakfast table. "A strong one, yes. But still just a man. The queen? She's something else."

The more superstitious folk insisted that this wasn't a marriage, it was a pact. Between royalty and a force they could not quite name.

In the slums, no one cared for details. Children clapped and spun around lamp posts, singing silly rhymes about the wedding. Some of the adults laughed. Others looked at the castle and frowned.

"He's not from here," a man muttered, his face shadowed by the hood of his cloak. "He doesn't know our struggles. Our history. And yet…"

And yet he'd become king.

Not by blood. Not by decree. Not by war.

By the queen's choice.

The cathedral doors remained closed for now. Guards, elite ones, clad in ceremonial silver stood in two long rows. Behind them, the nobles gathered. Even those who had once turned their noses at Renner's reformation had arrived, faces painted with smiles, hearts clenched with suspicion.

No one wanted to miss what was about to unfold.

The foreign dignitaries had already taken their seats. From the Slane Theocracy, whispers said the envoys had also arrived, not to congratulate, but to observe. And from the Holy Kingdom, even the priests couldn't hide their interest.

For the headmaster of Obsidian Chains… had never shown his face in full.

The throne room of Re-Estize had been transformed into something ethereal. Crystalline chandeliers shimmered above, casting a dreamlike glow across polished marble floors. White roses plucked from the royal gardens, lined the columns like garlands of snow.

Golden drapes billowed gently in the breeze that filtered through stained-glass windows, each panel catching the light and painting the gathered nobles in hues of violet, emerald, and sapphire.

At the far end, the twin thrones stood, now side by side, one for the Queen, and one newly forged for her chosen consort.

Music floated softly through the air, played by a small orchestra tucked discreetly to the side. Flutes, harps, and viols came together in a melody that sounded equal parts sacred and haunting, as if the moment itself straddled the line between a holy union and the birth of something far more profound.

The ceremony had already taken place inside the cathedral. Now, inside the heart of the palace, the celebration began.

Renner sat with all the calm and control of a woman who had orchestrated this day to the finest detail. Her smile never faltered, soft yet unreadable, her hands resting delicately on her lap. But every so often, her gaze slid sideways to the man beside her, Meliodas, the Headmaster of Obsidian Chains.

He stood tall, black and gold cloak draped around him, but not speaking.

Observing.

Always observing.

On both sides, 5 people were standing in order to guarantee both the king and his queen's safety, they were standing there, motionless simply gazing around for any possible threat, ready to take action. They were Makima, Yoriichi, Mahito, Hisoka and Brain.

Across the room, the nobles and officials of Re-Estize mingled uneasily.

Toasts were raised. Congratulations given. But beneath the surface, thoughts churned like a storm beneath a still ocean.

Near the hall's edge, Slane Theocracy's envoy leaned close to his aide, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes.

"That woman… the one with orange hair and golden eyes. She hasn't moved for ten minutes."

"Yes. She's just standing there. Watching."

"Her aura… sir, I think she could crush a grown man with her mind, I can't even look at her eyes for too long."

Makima stood like a pillar of dominance near Meliodas's throne as if daring anyone to approach too close. Her presence was cold, poised like a queen among guards and though her smile was polite, no one doubted the danger beneath it.

"She's just one of them," whispered the envoy. "And I'm told there are more."

Slane Theocracy's representative had already noticed. He was an elderly bishop with snowy white robes and a gaze that burned with religious fervor. His hands trembled only slightly as he clutched his ceremonial staff, but his eyes flicked toward the other side of the two thrones, where a disturbing man stood.

Gray hair. Patchwork face and limbs. Innocent smile. But the bishop's blood ran cold.

"There is something... evil," he muttered under his breath. "I feel it. That man… he is not what he appears to be."

Mahito tilted his head as he caught the bishop's stare. He giggled, licked his lips, and blew him a kiss.

The bishop turned pale.

From the Holy Kingdom, a knight in white armor kept a hand near his blade, though his other held a glass of wine. He'd been trained to sense mana, tier magic, martial arts, and all things in between. He'd faced vampires and heretics alike.

But when his eyes landed on another figure, a tall man with red hair in a ponytail, standing silently near the side doors, hands behind his back, he felt something he hadn't felt in years.

Terror.

Yoriichi didn't smile. He didn't speak. He simply watched, like a man calculating every possible outcome of a battle that had yet to begin.

A younger knight accompanying the man picked up on his expression. "Sir Nozel, are you okay?"

"...Every warrior." After a moment of silence, the man began in a low, gravelly voice, "Gives off something… a scent, a breath, a ripple in the air. Call it aura, presence, killing intent, or whatever you want. It's like a second skin. Even when hidden, you can still feel it if you know how to look."

The woman nodded slowly, eyes narrowing.

"But that man…" the old swordmaster's voice dropped further, a note of unease creeping in. "He has nothing."

"You mean… he's hiding it?"

"No," the old man whispered. "No matter how much a person tries to hide it, it is inevitable that there will be a little bit of it leaking. But for him, there's nothing to hide. That calm posture… the way his shoulders rest, how his feet are placed. That's a swordsman's stance. A perfect one. And yet… I feel nothing."

She looked back toward the figure in question Yoriichi, standing still with hands behind his back.

"Then how strong is he?"

The swordmaster didn't respond right away. His jaw clenched slightly. "That's the problem," he muttered. "He's so strong… I can't even measure him."

One by one, the envoys reported back with what little they could gather. But gathering wasn't easy, not when the presence of these people made even approaching them feel like stepping into a field of blades.

It was clear these were not ordinary people. This wasn't just a man who had stumbled into power.

This was a man leading beings who bent the laws, they have probably forced their way up here...

"I must return to the Holy Kingdom and inform the Emperor," whispered the envoy. "This… is a potential threat."

"Or a potential opportunity," his aide replied, wide-eyed.

The bishop from Slane took one last look at Meliodas, then at Renner, still calm, still radiant.

"A woman who can command such power with just a smile… terrifying," he murmured. "And the man who answers to her… we must be cautious." The Holy Kingdom's knight simply gripped his wine glass tighter.

Meanwhile, the festivities continued.

The nobles cheered. The commoners danced. Gifts were presented in gold and silk. Laughter echoed from the walls. But those who truly saw, those with eyes trained for danger, politics, and power knew the truth.

After a while, the great hall had quieted into a sacred silence.

The air felt almost heavy as anticipation blanketed every corner of the room. Envoys, nobles, officials, and summoned warriors alike stood with respectful attention.

Meliodas stood beside her, taller than most men present, exuding calm power with a serene expression that betrayed no emotion.

An elderly man clad in priestly robes stepped forward, his voice clear and sonorous as he raised the ancient marriage scroll.

"We are gathered here to witness the sacred union between Queen Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself, rightful ruler of Re-Estize, and Meliodas, Headmaster of Obsidian Chains and now... our King Consort."

He paused, scanning the crowd, then looked directly at Meliodas.

"Do you, Meliodas, vow to stand by her majesty's side, to protect, to honor, and to remain loyal, not only to her but to the kingdom of Re-Estize and its people?"

Meliodas didn't blink. He stared straight ahead, his fingers curled around the black cuffs of his ornate suit. His voice came low, steady.

"I do."

The priest turned to Renner. She gave her soft smile, the one the people had always adored, and after being asked the same question, her answer came gently, but firmly. "I do."

Then came the softer questions. Ones made for romantic tales and public sentiment.

"Do you love him?" the priest asked her.

A brief pause. Renner's blue eyes flicked up to Meliodas. Her smile never faltered.

"I do."

He turned to Meliodas once more.

"Do you love her?"

A heartbeat passed.

"I do," Meliodas said.

No emotion.

"And will you both be loyal to one another and to the people of this kingdom, until the end of your days?"

They both replied, in perfect unison.

"We will."

The priest closed the scroll, his voice rising to mark the climax of the ceremony.

"Then by the powers granted to me by the crown and the gods that bless this land, I now declare you bound by law, by tradition, and by spirit."

He gestured slightly with his hand, smiling.

"You may now seal your vows... with a kiss."

The hall seemed to freeze in time.

Meliodas, expression unreadable, turned to Renner. He stepped forward, gently taking her hands into his own. His touch was calm, exact, as though measured and rehearsed, yet there was no visible hesitation.

Renner tilted her head up slightly, almost as if leaning into a role she was born to play.

And in front of all of Re-Estize, with the noble families watching from gilded balconies, foreign dignitaries observing from their rows, and the finest warriors of Obsidian Chains standing like shadows behind their master, Meliodas kissed the Queen.

It was a kiss like a signature on a treaty. Elegant. Symbolic. Powerful.

And the moment it happened.

The silence shattered into eruption.

Clubs clanged against shields. Cheers filled the vaulted chamber. Trumpets blared as nobles threw rose petals into the air. Commoners outside the castle gates could hear the celebration and joined in blindly with joy, screaming clapping, and singing.

The kingdom of Re-Estize had a new king.

Some saw him as salvation. Others saw a shadow stretching over the land.

And yet, as the cheers echoed throughout the marble halls and golden chandeliers swayed above, nobody truly knew what had just been sealed.

A new era had begun.

Whether it would bring glory... or ruin...

Only time will tell.

TO BE CONTINUED --->

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