Overlord Priere was in a nasty mood. Having been locked up in a sealed portion of St. Paprica after it had been rid of other demons by her old comrades and her brother, there had been no activity whatsoever in the Netherworld. His last words before he sealed her were, "I'm sorry, Prier! But this is the way it has to be!"
Sighing, she batted away a mage pestering her with decrees and laws, her expression set in a very sour mood. "I dont want to hear about it, okay?! I'm stuck in this damn section of St. Paprica, cut off from anywhere else! I'm in no manner for listening to political crap!" Putting her head into her hands, she sighed once more before flopping back on the throne. She was so pissed off...
The mage sensed the aura of irritation surrounding her mistress, and immediately took leave. Upon entering the vassals' quarters, she stumbled upon another one of Overlord Priere's vassals, this one happening to be an Iron Maiden. The mage then prompted to vent her frustration. "I'm so sick and tired of this! It's been three weeks since her sealing, and it's a pain! She doesn't listen to a word I say, nor does she care about anything going on in the Netherworld. I'm tired of it."
The Iron Maiden sighed. It had been a problem with the Overlord, as she was neither fulfilling her duties, nor even using her power properly. All Overlord Priere had been doing for the last few weeks was moping around the castle, depressed. Well, if that was the case, so be it. They'd have to hinder her somehow so she'd have to use one of her vassals as a surrogate. "Well, we could break her legs, drug her food, or something to that effect..."
The mage smiled wryly. "I don't think so. I think we need something where we wouldn't be suspected as a likely cause. Have you ever heard of the Sea of Gehenna and it's Netherworld-famous flan?"
The Iron Maiden carefully thought about it. "Yes. Why? Isn't run by a miss Nanaka and her daughter Hiruko?"
The mage shook her head, cherry red hair flying everywhere. "Yes it is. But that's not why. Didn't you hear the incident about it where one of the Netherworld's leading kunoichis was fattened to the point of immobility, off of THEIR flan?"
"I vaguely remember it, yes."
"Why don't we hire them as our Overlord's personal chefs? She'll never suspect a thing until she's blimped up so much she can't stop us from this Netherworld's political needs," she said, smiling cunningly. Picking up a phone, she watched as the Iron Maiden grinned back.
"This'll be a pleasure to watch her struggle underneath breasts the size of her own body."
"Yes it will be..yes it will be..." The mage dialed the phone number for Nanaka Family Flan.
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