Occasionally, as the group walked, the soldier leading the group would angle her head and glare at Ainz, who, to the soldier, was an anomaly. It was rare for her being able to have an unclear grasp on an individual. She could shrug her soldiers and ignore it, but she couldn't. Her stomach rang with bells and her head smoldered somewhat of a gray haze every time she looked at him. It did not affect her in any substantial way, though it was annoying, it was a, however, a clear omen for her.

Bastil leaned over to Steve and said: "What do you tink is happening here?" There was a thick and gruff accent. His vowels were over pronounced and the letter "t' was sharp.

Steve looked at the dwarf and looked down at his beard. It was braided into three rows each segmented by gold. His hair was fiery orange and his body was plump, adding a roundness to his face that would have otherwise been rugged.

"Okarith said only her highness can judge us. So maybe these guards are taking us there."

The dwarf shook his head and clanked his left hook on a band of metal he wore on his hands.

"Do you take me daft? I meant everyting!" Bastil nudged Steve as he responded, "Perhaps the amalgamation of magic."

"Maybe, maybe but there's something more" Bastil bobbed his head and held a giant smirk. His eyes gleamed like the crystal on the ceiling.

Steve smiled, however, he knew what Bastil was referring to. Dýnami is a dangerous thing to handle. What he knew of dýnami was that it had only magnitude in the sense that there were varying levels and concentrations of it. It was like mana in form, however, mana is tainted. Dýnami, however, was pure.

Steve looked at the spiraling tower and focused his eyes on the designs chiseled onto it. They were flowery and elongated frills that twirled around into artworks.

His eyes flitted from the cobbled roads to the stone houses. This was a civilization. How it could ever come about in such a limited time span was magnificent or disturbing. How far would they go if left alone? Steve didn't know however, he chuckled under breath. It was rapturous in a way, and in another sense, it was frivolous.

The leading troops halted, and the commanding officer stomped her foot twice on the ground and then tapped her weapon. The soldiers parted into two seas.; their heads held high and a burning essence could be felt by them. It was pride, it was gratitude, it was confidence that beamed from their eyes.

The leading commanding officer turned around and tapped her halberd into the ground.

She looked at Ainz and tightened her muscles. It was not, however, from fear yet.

"You, individual clad in robe; hurry. Dikastís demands audience," said she, condescendingly. And rightfully so.

Ainz did not move. The sea in his eyes burned like a torch, Steve momentarily felt the emotion sprouting from him. It was a strange moment. It was vicarious.

Ainz did not move for some time. He looked to his left and then to his right. He signaled to Steve and the rest of the party not to follow.

He walked toward the officer, his gait was purposeful, yet there was no bounce in his steps. It was as if he glided across.

He stopped next to her.

He looked at her up and down and cocked his head, knitting his imaginary brows.

"Now," he started "I appreciate you guiding my friends and me here." There was roughness in his voice and easiness passed through everyone else.

Ainz looked off to the side and then back at her.

"However," magic surged from his skeletal body-a vicious and insatiable energy. It jolted around the area, expanding and contracting erratically like a child. He paused for a moment and further rang his voice with a heavy octave.

"Never mind, thank you very much. Though, I would advise, in my humble opinion," his eyes flashed. "never strike a tone like that. Again."

He walked past her as she tried to remain calm, but she very well knew the danger she was engaged in. It had reminded her of a long-forgotten memory. No one she knew was possible to match him in battle, no one stronger and no one faster. However, her knees felt weak and her lip slightly quivered. If had it not been for her training, she would have crumbled under Ainz. She admittedly knew his presence was something else entirely

Despite knowing the strength of the serpent, and the otherworldliness of Dikastís, neither came close to Ainz, no one compared to his regality and command. She knew Ainz was the definition of power, not in the sense of might, but influence over someone else. He, to her, was what it is meant to be King, to be a Monarch.

Ainz strode forth to the large door that stood before him, his shoulders jumped as he had almost forgotten something. He turned around and said to the party to join him. He then turned to the officer and said, "You can't very well expect me to open these doors, can you now?"

She clenched her fist and yelled in their language

The doors pursed open and Ainz stepped through the door. Without looking back, he said, "Oh that's right, do please recall your guardsman, The one above." he moved again but he stopped once more. "Give Okarith my gratitude, he was a wonderful guide though he did appear later that I would have liked."

The doors closed, and some soldiers tumbled to their knees. They had never felt fear as they currently did and the leading officer, Tushaanari, the closest to be called a knight wondered how such a being is able to inspire fear. She knew he would not win in a duel against her or any of the twelve knights in battle. However, perhaps it was the fates that touched her and told her not to disregard him. What future will he hold? She thought to herself as she stared at the doors.


Character Sheet

Steve Urelius Tyrtaj Carter: Race; Human, ?

The Barbarian Who Became A Magician

Job: Researcher(current), Magician, Barbarian

Residences(s): E-Rantel, The Capital of Wrydosia, Southern Nation(Former),

Class Level:

Barbarian lv ~5

Berserker~ Heighten

Thief lv ~5

Mage lv 1

Scholar lv 4

The Bearer of the Eyes lv?

[ Personal Character ]

Born sometime between the 7th & 9th day of Wrydosia's thousand years anniversary festival, his parents deign him for greatness. The nation known for their technological innovation and strong magical prowess, His parents were expecting another sorcerer. However, Steve had very little magical abilities. He was thrust out from home and left to wallow in the black streets of the capital. Steve did not care for wealth or power, he only wanted to be loved by his parents, by his siblings, yet all he was returned with were disgusted faces. He lived on the black streets, however, this did not deter him from his love of knowledge and this only promoted his curiosities of the world. After he had snuck into the royal library with the help, he had stolen numerous books. At the first opportunity, he rode quickly out of his nation and wondered in search of knowledge. Surviving in the wilderness with a natural aptitude for battles and increasingly rapid growth. Steve upon learning of the City of Culture set his eyes on it and ventured forth into a brand-new experience.


Author's Note's: I'm posting a bit earlier as I have finished and I'm excited about this chapter! As for when the next chapter will come out it will be on the 9/15. As always, thanks for reading and see you guys until next time.