บท 93: Confrontation!

I was The Overlord's turn to look puzzled. He peered over his glasses. "You mean… you still don't remember?"

"Don't remember what?" snarled Dreth, holding on to his temper by a thread. In his hand Darkblood moaned.

"Interesting." The Overlord tapped his fingers together. "Ah well, I may as well spill the beans I suppose. It won't make any difference now."

"Ooh, a story! Come close and pay attention Sprat," Cuthbert said, clapping his hands.

"Centuries ago, Dreth ruled this place," the Overlord gestured round at the citadel. "Along with his beautiful and, of course, evil wife, Rage. I was a simple employee at first, working in the dungeons as a messenger. However, I had ambition. I studied, observed, learned and worked my way up the chain of command. Centuries it took, but eventually I secured a place on his private staff. There I bided my time, waiting for my chance."

"You despicable fiend," Percy said. "Good one."