บท 57: Frozen

The Overlord held up a finger and a flame sprouted from the end of it, which he used to light the cigar he was holding. He inhaled deeply, savouring the flavour A moment later he frowned, as if hearing something annoying.

"Go ahead then," he said to the air.

There was a pop, and a small demonic form appeared before him. The Overlord blew smoke at it.

"I found…" Ichabod suddenly cut off, coughing in the middle of the cloud. "Hey! Cut that out!"

The Overlord chuckled to himself, taking pleasure in the others distress, and took another puff. "You have a report for me imp?"

Ichabod scowled, but spoke again. "I found your wonderful evil agent half buried in the ground. Seems Dreth pushed him off a cliff."

Now it was the Overlords turn to scowl. "What's wrong with my minions these days? There was a day when Evil was a force to be feared, now I have difficulty finding creatures who can gut a small innocent child properly."

The imp nodded his head sympathetically.