What I Needed To Prioritize

I was shocked.

Super shocked.

The moment I screamed, the door flew open—and someone shouted at me in a voice just as loud as mine, if not louder. Anyone would be surprised by that. So I wasn’t a coward.

“W-What?!”

Spooked by the yelling, I whipped around and looked at the person who had barged in.

Frozen in a pose with the door thrown wide open was a woman in armor… with long hair, a brilliant blond so vivid it looked dyed, and not a single strand out of place. Her eyes were wide and round, her mouth was hanging open, but there was nothing comedic about her face at all… she was unmistakably beautiful.

And yet… I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d seen her before—somehow. All right, calm down with prime numbers… no, that was enough already.

Neither I nor the beauty said a single word, and we probably stared at each other for a full minute. At this point, if I didn’t say something, it was going to get painfully awkward.

“…Uh—”

“Fels-sama!!?”

With a voice even louder than before, the woman screamed and came sprinting straight at me.

“Huh—wait, hey!?”

Was this one of those situations? The hugging pattern? I didn’t really understand what was happening, but I wasn’t going to refuse. Because I was a gentleman!

Her chest armor looked pretty impressive, but… that’s when it hit me. We were both wearing armor, so if she launched herself at me, it might turn into a disaster… but even if she was an iron maiden, I wasn’t dodging! Bring it on!

But contrary to my determination, the woman skidded to a stop about a meter away from me and threw herself into a full prostration.

“…Huh?”

“Fefefefe…”

…Was that laughter?

“B-b-b-Bels-sama…”

…Had I just been “served”?

“G-g-gre…”

…Not that “G,” okay?

“F-Fels-sama! We have awaited your return!”

Thanks for pushing through and saying it properly.

When she lifted her face from the prostration, it was drenched—tears, snot, everything.

“…Yeah.”

Faced with that, all I could do was nod along.

That aside… I really did recognize her. And “Fels” was… the name I’d given my protagonist in Legions, wasn’t it…?

So I really had come to the world of Legions?

And as the protagonist, at that…? This was extremely bad… If you chose the white country, you automatically started as the ruler, and of course you couldn’t abandon your land and go live as a wanderer.

And hearing her call me Fels jogged my memory… This magnificent blond and chest armor belonged to…

“…Lynferia?”

“Yes!”

The woman—Lynferia—shifted from full prostration to kneeling on one knee and answered crisply, though her face was still a total mess.

…So it really was Lynferia. I had to accept it now… this really was the world of Legions… and it was the white country.

Lynferia was a character I had edited, and a character who always took care of me whenever I played. She was a character I had trained and trained through repeated playthroughs, but in a first run, she was only about Nobukatsu-level strong.

…Huh? No, wait. …Why was Lynferia here?

She was an edited character—if you didn’t carry over between playthroughs, she shouldn’t even exist in the first place.

When you chose the white country at the start, you were supposed to transition to the screen where you edited the five initial vassals.

From the second playthrough onward, you skipped the editing screen and the opening began, but… even then, it didn’t start like this. Huh? What was going on?

“Lynferia, there was something I wanted to confirm.”

“Yes! Anything you wish!”

“…What year was it right now?”

“It was the 8th year of the Unification Calendar!”

“U-Unification Calendar?!”

The Unification Calendar… no way… That was post-clear!

The Unification Calendar was an era name that began when the continent was unified by some method. Except for a handful of routes, the term “Unification Calendar” only appeared in the ending.

And if the white country still existed into the Unification Calendar… that meant the white country had unified the continent… N-no, wait, me. Calm down, primes—no, more importantly, I should just ask Lynferia.

“What was the continent like right now?”

“Yes! After driving back the Evil God’s army, there were no hostile forces remaining, and we have established perfect governance!”

Oh, wow! They’d even defeated the Evil God! This was completely post-ending!

And she was calling me Fels.

The name I’d given the protagonist… which meant…

So I was the ruler of the country that unified the continent?

Didn’t that mean I had nothing to worry about in the future?

Wasn’t I an absurd winner?

Could I do the whole decadent-feast-and-harem thing?

Go full Dong Zhuo?

No—rebellions were scary, so I’d keep it moderate. Extremes weren’t good.

That aside, I wanted to confirm more with Lynferia… Oh, wait. She’d said something about my “return” earlier. And if they’d defeated the Evil God… Ah, right. The ending where the protagonist stayed behind in the divine realm, left everything to the subordinates, and disappeared.

But that was just speculation… Oh, right. I could use that.

“Lynferia. I’m sorry…”

“W-What might it be?”

“…Truthfully, I only just returned from the divine realm, and my memory was a bit hazy…”

“T-That can’t be…?!”

“…I might say things that don’t make sense sometimes, or not know things I should know… Would you be able to support me?”

“Of course! This Lynferia, forever and always—anywhere and everywhere—shall follow Fels-sama and serve as your aid!”

“Thank you, Lynferia. Then I’d like to confirm a few things, as we go.”

“Yes! Leave it to me!”

Lynferia was a straightforward, good girl. I was a little worried she might get tricked by a bad person. Like, say, someone who’d done nothing but play games all year round.

Well, setting that aside… I needed information. I understood this was the white-country, Evil God subjugation route, but there were multiple ways to reach that route.

What kind of route had led to this point…? I could ask everything, but… first, I’d ask for my title.

In Legions, if you asked the protagonist’s title, you could get a rough sense of what kind of playthrough it had been.

Sage King, Sword King, Fist King… all “king,” huh. Anyway…

“My title… What was I called right now?”

“The Overlord… Overlord Fels-sama!”

It was the Overlord route?!

“I see… I understand…”

The Overlord route… the route with no allied nations, where every enemy nation was destroyed, and you beheaded every country’s ruler…

Hey, Fels… what the hell had you done…?

That was the worst route—where you killed that pretty girl, and that beautiful woman, and even that beautiful little girl. And worse—worse still! If you entered the Evil God route as an Overlord…

That meant every character except the edited ones was gone…

Because if you entered the Evil God route while in the Overlord state, every non-edited character—whether they were your vassals or already dead—was absorbed into the Evil God’s forces and became an enemy. There was no salvation. If you defeated them, they were treated as dead, and… they never appeared in the game again.

It was too heartbreaking, wasn’t it…?

Fels… why did you go down that route…? Were you an idiot…?

How deep did your inner darkness have to be to choose something that awful?

If I was going to come to the world of Legions, I wanted to meet lots of girls… I was carrying way too much tragedy.

…Well, still, it wasn’t all bad news.

Clearing the white-country Overlord + Evil God route was a difficulty level that was absolutely impossible on a first run, which meant this situation probably came with the strength of multiple cleared playthroughs. There should be far more than the original five edited characters—at minimum, around forty. The Evil God battles were an entirely different scale of difficulty in both the war part and the RPG part, so if you didn’t build up your forces properly through repeated playthroughs, it was an instant game over.

At the very least, my capable subordinates and Fels’s own enhancements should have progressed…

Right. I should go to the Treasure Hall of carryover rewards. If you went to the Treasure Hall, all the equipment and items you’d acquired were there—across all playthroughs.

Depending on what was in that Treasure Hall, I could judge just how cocky I was allowed to get.

“Lynferia. I’m going to the Treasure Hall—”

No… wait. Where was the Treasure Hall?

In Legions, your home base wasn’t a place you could freely walk around like an RPG field screen. It was the type where you selected your destination and movement completed instantly.

Meaning, I had no idea where anything was inside this castle. I couldn’t even find the toilet.

…This was bad…

And thinking that made me feel like I suddenly needed to go.

But… there was no way I could ask Lynferia, “Where’s the restroom?” No Overlord asked that. No such Overlord existed.

But wetting myself was out of the question too. What kind of Overlord would that be?

In just a few minutes after arriving in this world, my greatest crisis might have finally arrived.

“Lynferia… Could you guide me to the Treasure Hall? It seemed my grasp of the castle’s layout was also hazy.”

“W-What… The divine realm was truly such a place… Understood. I shall guide you to the Treasure Hall. However… might I ask you to wait a moment?”

“…Very well.”

If possible, I wanted that guidance immediately… and along the way, I wanted to subtly ask where the important facilities were. Subtly, as my top priority!

Leaving me standing like a guardian deity, maintaining my pride as an Overlord, Lynferia exited the throne room. After that, I felt like I heard distant shouting from somewhere… but before long, Lynferia returned, looking the same as before.

“My apologies, Fels-sama. I shall now guide you to the Treasure Hall. This way.”

“…Very well.”

Yeah—moving was safer than standing around. All right. I’d subtly ask about the locations of the castle’s important facilities.

Because this concerned the Overlord’s life and death.