Chapter 1

Throne room of Nazarick - Demiurge's Perspective.

As always it was gratifying to be in the presence of one of the 41 supreme beings. However, these days Demiurge was finding it especially scintillating to gaze upon the absolute ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and the Sorcerer kingdom, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown. The unfathomable wisdom and insight of the Supreme Being before him simply dwarfed his own by such a margin that it boggled even the Supreme Being made mind of Demiurge. What new facet of the 10 000 year plan might the supreme one choose to reveal to his followers at this gathering of the floor guardians. Demiurge had been awed when Lord Ainz had confided to him that he had planned the future of Nazarick out for the next ten millennia while he was acquiring the Dwarven Kingdom.

A hint of a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. To think that the acquisition of countries that I had struggled with and planned out, with time scales measured in years the Supreme one could accomplish in days. My master picks up territories as a lesser being might pick up souvenirs while on vacation. And I had thought my plans a master work. Ha! But such disparity could only be expected when comparing one's self to the leader of the supreme beings.

"Albedo, please come forward." Commanded Lord Ainz.

The raven haired succubus came forward and knelt before the great throne of Nazarick. "How may I be of service, my lord?"

"It is for services already rendered that I wish to commend and reward you. In your role as the head administrator of Nazarick you have performed excellently. In addition, after my "death" fighting the demon Jaldabaoth you have served as the Prime minister and the public face of the Sorcerer Kingdom. You have overseen the vaselization and even the full incorporation of nations into the kingdom." Lord Ainz tilted his head showing a look of pride in Albedo's accomplishments. This was apparent to all the guardians despite the immobility of their Lord's features.

Albedo's right hand drifted to her flat and trim waist. Demiurge suppressed the urge to grown. While he too had once entertained the hope of Lord Aniz providing them with a second supreme being for them to serve, he had since given up on that dream as mere fantasy. Given that Albedo and Shaltear had been throwing themselves at their undead lord for 3 years with no reports of success they should stop pestering the supreme one. If they drove the only supreme being that had stayed with them away... Well he could think of quite a number of painful deaths he would inflict on them. And given that all three of them were immortal and Nazarick's supply of resurrection wands he would have time to go through the entire list.

"My greatest wish is to give birth to my lord's heir."

The silence stretched with Aniz staring at the earnest expression on Albedo's face. "You're really not going to give up on this, are you?"

"Lord?"

Aniz slumps back into the throne. "Of course you're not." The skeletal fingers of Ainz's right hand drums briefly on the throne's arm. "Very well, I will attempt to grant your request."

"Whhaaat?!" Boomed through the hall but a quick elbow from Aura silenced Shaltear.

While Demiurge's jaw did not hit the floor he did feel his lips part. Given that He and the other male guardians had shared a bath with lord Ainz he was aware that as a lich his lord lacked certain, equipment. So how was the master going to accomplish this latest miracle? Perhaps he could just mate Albado with a compatible species and name the resulting offspring his heir. Demiurge began racking his brain for compatible specimens from his Happy Farm experiments.

Lord Ainz held up a hand, "But not here." A reasonable precaution considering the reports Demiurge had heard of the overseer's actions the first day that the Tomb of Nazarick had been transported to this new world. "There are preparations to be made. You will need to collect a Dragon egg from Hejinmal and bring it to me in my office at dusk tomorrow."

"Of course my lord." Bowing low Albedo replied. She seemed to be trembling slightly and there was a slight flutter in her wings..

Albedo held the dragon egg protectively against her stomach. The dragons had not been exactly happy to part with it. But once she had explained that the order had come from the supreme one Lord Ainz Ooal Gown himself they had complied. Well, drawing her battle axe from its dimensional pocket between her wings and making a remark about new boots had sped the process along. Personal management was just one of the skills granted to her by Lord Tabula. Before he abandoned me and the rest of Nazarick. Albedo clenches her teeth to help hold the rage at bay.

Balancing the egg with her left hand. Albedo casts message with her right.
"Jornin, time?"

Jornin an undead lich created by Padora Actor had been tasked with watching the sun so Albedo could knock at exactly the right time. While she had no idea why her precious Lord Mamonga had required such specific punctuality she was prepared to put her trust in the Supreme One.

A small gasp escaped Albedo's lips as her eyes widened, "Could he be scheduling the birth of his heir for a convenient time?" Well I guess such can only be expected of a supreme being. Still I wonder what his plans are for that dragon's egg. Albedo raises the dragon egg to eye level so she can peer at it. "Hmm..", About the size of a large pineapple with bumps that almost look like rows of scales. There seemed to be a scattering of purple sparkles scattered across the pearlescent shell. Albedo wondered what the Sorcerer king planned to do with the egg. I mean he can't be planning to put it there could he? While as a succubus Albedo was more capable of accommodating, than the vampire, but still this would be too much.

{MESSAGE} "Head floor Guardian, dusk is upon us."

Albedo steps forward and knocks on the door to lord Ainz's office.

Eight edged assassin 3 watched the maid open the mahogany door to allow a new potential threat into the Summoner's office. Oh crap it is the Horny Horned One. Alert! Alert! 3 quivered to its cluster. The Horny Horned One appeared to be carrying a large rock. Perhaps It intended to use the rock to render the Summoner unconscious. The foolish biped my cluster will not let you lick the Sumoner's big red ball again. 3 gritted its mandibles in preparation to leap on to the Horny Horned One's head and remove it through decapitation by a simultaneous attack from all eight of its blades. However, the Horny Horned One appeared to be behaving for the moment, thus decapitation wasn't immediately necessary.

Hmmm. The Horny Horned One was giving the rock to the Summoner. The Summoner broke the rock? Hee hee. That'll show the presumptuous Horny Horned One. What is this? There was a large amount of goo inside the rock and it was now filling one of the clean bowls the Summoner had arranged on his desk. That monstrous Horny Horned One! It had probably used the rock to smuggle the lubricating goo past the guards. 3 puzzled over what the curvy Horny Horned One could hope to gain by soaking the Summoner with a gallon of Lubricant, but came up with nothing. However, his Summoner had out witted the Horny Horned One with his prepared bowls. 3's Chest felt the warmth of pride that it had such a clever Summoner. Still it was a shame one of the Summoner's bowls had been sullied by the Horny Horned One's devious plan.

The Summoner is picking up a knife? Perhaps he is finally going to... Oh NO! Dear Summoner Noooo! The Horny Horned One had collapsed to the floor. She's begging the Summoner to stop. Well 3 couldn't fault her for that. 3 tried hard to remember Horny Horned One's name, It had been called Albedo hadn't it?

The Summoner's roar reverberated through the room. While 3 knew that whatever the Summoner did was always correct. But this, how could this be, alright?

To be continued.

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