The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

Chapter 250: Killers.

"Master!" Arla called out, and Olaf raised his head and looked while Sol sat with his eyes closed, she was holding a basket full of food and smiling as she skipped through the plot without disturbing a single blade of grass, something the owner of the large farm noticed and furrowed his brows at along with her came Ikaris with Talia and behind them walking with another basket was Halga.

"Master, I made something yummy for your first day," Arla excitedly stopped by Sol's side and gave Olaf a small bow. "Sir, Kivanc."

"Please, there's no need for such a noble formality, you can just call me Olaf like everyone else does," He chuckled and scratched his beard.

"Then... Mr Olaf...?" Arla stared at him innocently proving that she was incapable of being too formal with anyone regardless of how much she knew them, she was broken into being polite as a child and it never left her.

"Good grief, this one has a real thumb up her-"

"Halga," Olaf stared at her. "You must at least try to act a little lady-like yourself y'know, otherwise-"

"Fuck you," Halga scoffed and pressed the basket against his chest.

"You, Arla, come back now there's things to do in the kitchen-"

"But I wanted to-"

"Now I said!" The woman stormed off impatiently while Arla pouted and sighed.

"She does not like me much, or I should say at all." Arla sighed again while Sol stood and petted her head with a smile. "I am sorry master, I will return as soon as I can," She closed her eyes and accepted Sol's kiss on her cheek.

"Don't lose patience, Arla, it won't be forever, I'll see you later," Sol poked her cheek and watched her leave in disappointment.

"Halga is a bit strong-willed, but she means well I promise," Olaf opened his basket and took out what his sister had prepared while Sol held Talia and Ikaris unloaded Arla's prepared meal chuckling when Sol raised the baby and kissed her belly.

"It is so strange how the child never cries, is she alright?" Olaf asked genuinely concerned. Explore hidden tales at m,v l'-NovelBin.net

"She takes after her father, in all the time I have known and been with Sol I have only seen him shed tears once, and it was when he named Talia," Ikaris made a gesture and Sol opened his mouth and accepted the food from her hand.

"You're not supposed to tell anyone about that," Sol pouted with a mouthful and then looked at Talia who silently stared at him eating. "What are you looking at, I've never shed tears and you're here making an old man cry and then judging me?" He narrowed his eyes at the baby and she just kept staring. "Got nothing to say, huh?"

"What a unique name, I have never heard it before."

"Where I come from her name means [gift from God] or [heavens Dew]," Sol answered.

"She is a gorgeous little thing though, hair of silver and bright curious eyes, she is destined for great things, but is she okay to be outside so soon, she was a newborn when you arrived, right?" Olaf sat and continued eating.

"She will be fine so long as I am with her," Ikaris answered and stuck another portion of food in Sol's mouth causing him to hum in satisfaction as his taste buds were blessed by Arla's craft.

For the next hour, the three of them stayed in that peaceful little setting and conversed about light topics and silly little things with Dina and Sara visiting for a few minutes and at the end of their lunch Sol and Olaf picked up their picks and walked back to the field while Ikaris left with a sleepy baby in her grasp.

"Your wives, I truly envy you man, they are all precious and adoring ladies, you would think one having a child would sprout seeds of jealousy but they seem to share the same mind," Olaf began working again. "No wonder you ran away from the empire, who would want to give up that kind of peace to chase ghosts across the collective?"

Sol said nothing to refute or confirm the man's words, he instead just started working again signifying that the big guy was close to crossing the line again.

"Can I ask, what happened to Berk's mother?" Sol stopped and looked at Olaf. "You're healthy, and he's fine too, your sister is the picture of perfect health, but I haven't seen or heard you mention her even once.

"She died at childbirth, bled out," Olaf answered sadly throwing his pick over his shoulder and sighing to the sky. "She was a charmer, strong and full of life, it broke our families apart."

"I see," Sol continued working. "Sorry I asked."

"It's fine, I'm more curious about something you said earlier, you told your third wife that your stay won't be a long one..."

"It's for the best, Talia is young, but we can't stay here with civilians, I don't want to endanger innocent people-"

"I already told you, you're not the only ones, my farm at this point is a refugee camp, haha!" Olaf laughed and began working again but Sol retained his seriousness as he thought about his enemies.

"I'm being serious here, if someone finds us here, if a report is made, forget the farm, they could end up targeting the entire planet, when I say leave I mean we're getting away from this place entirely."

"Is it that bad, who did you make an enemy of that would cause such a dramatic reaction?" Olaf asked, but scoffed when he realised that this wasn't something Sol would answer, there was a lot he didn't know about these people, they were adaptive, they had settled in nicely in under a month and they never complained about the tasks they were given even though they were clearly high-borne their humility was admirable, Sol had woken from a coma a day before and was already working more effectively than everyone else on the farm.

Dina and Sara had offered their services free of charge to ensure that Ikaris and the baby were taken care of by Arla uninterrupted, altogether they seemed perfect; perfectly in sync, there was not a blemish one could find when observing them from the outside, and the longer he talked to Sol the more he realised that they weren't bad on the inside either, there was no facade, aside from the fact that they were keeping things secret as any normal person does, they were without blame.

As the day passed and evening came all the workers laid down their tools and began gathering and enjoying each other's company in what almost resembled a town's square around a fountain before a bar, usually Olaf would have joined them for a bit but he was exhausted from spending the whole day with Sol so he went straight in as did the mentioned newcomer to his land.

"You spent the whole day with that man, usually you leave them to work alone after the first few hours," Halga confronted her brother as soon as he had freshened up and entered his living area. "Is there something wrong with him?" She asked, and Olaf chuckled and sat.

"Quite the opposite, he's running from the empire to protect his wives and his daughter, some high ranking officer tried stealing them away from him and he made an example out of not just the officer but his entire regiment, I won't say he's innocent, but he most definitely isn't guilty," he replied and folded his arms closing his eyes as one of the maidservants for his great house took a seat in his lap and began feeding him small delicacies from a plate.

"He's an honest man with a troublesome past hunting him.

"Do you think he would fight?"

"He will fight, but not for something as simple as the federation, he will only raise his fist if he feels threatened or if his women or child is threatened, he's strange though, I thought he was a Godslayer at first, he certainly fits the stereotype of one, but he doesn't have a shred of power within him, he's one dangerous motherfucker." Olaf sighed and relaxed when another maid started massaging his shoulders.

"What about his wife, Ikaris, can I-"

"Weren't you listening?" Olaf opened his eyes and locked on to his son who was standing by the door. "To covet after his women is to covet death itself, do not make an enemy out of that man, he is easily capable of killing us all, but he is a kindred spirit, he wants to see his child grow and he has laid down his sword to do so...

It doesn't make him any less dangerous, it makes him a sleeping explosive!" Olaf snapped.

"Ikaris, Dina, Arla, forget them, if you can manage to passively persuade his sister then that would be fine but if you dare court her by force I'll disown and kill you myself before we incur his wrath, do you understand?"

"Yes... Yes sir." Berk huffed and left the room.

"He is not even a little suspicious of how the women on your property outnumber the men 7 to 3?" Halga stared at her brother with her brows furrowed, if he's not from Central Province then he wouldn't know of our customs-"

"The man is as sharp as a blade of blood-grass, he's already noticed, he just doesn't care, he doesn't and his women don't seem to give a fuck either, they know something's off about his place but they still walk around fearlessly almost as if they're daring us to do something." The man sighed as he was enveloped in the warmth of the maid's moans as she enveloped his phallus with her body and slowly rode him.

"I sensed it when I tried giving them an ultimatum as well..." Olaf stuck his finger in the maid's mouth and stared up at her.

"They're all killers seeking peace, they aren't the typical family."