I sincerely apology for the hiatus, I took way too long
Remember me saying that I'm busy?
Well I'm even busier now
I am sorry for the late uploads but writing this is like a part time job and I cannot use all of my time on it
The story from now on will also be purely AU so I also need time to make the plot
People in the comments,
Thank you for the encouraging comments.
I will hopefully not take this long again but, (sigh) I can't promise anything
The guards of the capital of the Re-Estize kingdom were relaxed and lazy. Sometimes being a guard was extremely boring, with noone to talk to but the guard stationed next to you. Plus, the salary wasn't exactly something to look at.
The city guards therefore had to spend their time conversing with each other. Sometimes they talked about which women they would want to "smash", and sometimes they would mock the "accursed" nobles.
This lessened their boredom by at least a little bit. Some guards have even developed friendly relationships with their comrades.
The guards were poorly trained, equipped with second-rate chainmail and plate armor that was used thousands of times before them. They had no combat experience whatsoever, just random hillbillies looking for payment of some sort.
After the battle of the Katze plains, the kingdom was in a financial crisis. They used conscripts for their military. That meant that most soldiers were just lightly trained farmers and carpenters.
So, what would happen is the kingdom lost 100,000 of those farmers and carpenters overnight? That would mean financial chaos. The kingdom upped its taxes, wrenching whatever scraps of money it could find from its citizens.
Moreover, the army was mostly composed of men. Men who sometimes singlehanded provided the funds to feed their families in this medieval era. Now, most citizens had no way to make money for themselves and their families and were, therefore, starving.
The heavy taxation over the already poor common folk crushed them. Whatever leftover money they had would soon be stripped away from them, leaving them hungry and homeless.
The king was revolted by the actions he was forced to take but had no choice. His mind had still not been able to cope with the loss of his friend and guardian. Add that to the pressure of the country failing and you get a depressed old man who has no idea what to do and trusts the advice of the nobles completely.
The people were trying their best to immigrate to the Empire or the theocracy. Those who do not have the funds or the courage to do so have been fighting for scraps to survive.
Therefore, the guards were just there to keep an illusionary peace in the city. Even if crime ran wild, they would have barely any power to stop it. Their only advantages were their long spears and their armor that gave them an advantage over the average thief.
They would be powerless against a well planned assault by a powerful force. To tell the truth, if the Baharuth Empire launched a full scale assault on the capital, they could probably take it easily. However, they were busy being paranoid about the Sorcerer Kingdom.
The Theocracy would not do this because while they hated the Re-Estize for treating angels like regular monsters, their leaders still had the true interest of the theocracy at heart. The unity of all mankind to wipe out the demihumans and heteromorphs.
Therefore, they restrained themselves from conquering the powerless country.
The holy kingdom was still recovering from Jaldabaoth's rule and the Draconic kingdom was too far away to make the assault. They would have to carry an army through the Katze plains, the Empire, or the Theocracy. At the plains, they would be intercepted by the undead. There was no chance that the Empire or the Theocracy would let an enemy army go through their lands either, so resistance from them had to be expected as well. The higher ups in the Draconic kingdom decided that it would be to troublesome and will leave the kingdom alone.
That said, the kingdom was still unsafe from an organized assault. But no one said that the assault had to come from an enemy country.
Great Tomb of Nazarick
Demiurge prostrated himself before the Overlord of Death, Ainz Ooal Gown. His sly face was split into a joyful grin. Albedo stood at Ainz's side.
"Demiurge, why did you summon me?"
Demiurge's smile widened.
"Ainz-sama. I have a plan to increase our reputation."
Ainz is slightly surprised. Since when does Demiurge share his plans with Ainz? The demon always thought that Ainz was one step ahead of him and that informing him of a plan he made himself would be a waste of breath.
I like the new change.
"Oh? Go on, I'm interested."
"I am thinking of causing uproar in the kingdom to increase the reputation of the Sorcerer Kingdom."
Ainz mentally frowned. How would causing uproar increase his reputation?
"Explain."
"We can incite rebellion among the mistreated citizens. The kingdom is weak in terms of military power and will probably fall due to the sheer amount of rebels. Then, we can swoop in and give them financial support, making them indebted to the Sorcerer Kingdom."
Ainz considered the plan. He saw one possible drawback.
"The public might make us the villains seeing we caused the kingdom's financial crisis. They might also blame us for starting the rebellion. Do you have something that will fix that problem Demiurge?"
Demiurge's smile widened.
"Of course, Ainz-sama. We'll make Jaldabaoth take the blame. I will make my demons incite the rebellion and have someone reveal my "plot" to destroy the kingdom from the inside so no one even thinks to blame the Sorcerer Kingdom."
Ainz smiled. If the plan was thought out by Demiurge then it was brilliant.. He spread his arms and stood up.
"Wonderful! Demiurge! You may carry out this plan immediately!"
Demiurge's smile was now impossibly wide.
"Your praise is wasted on me Ainz-sama. I exist to serve the supreme beings."
Demiurge stood up and began to leave when Ainz, who had sat back down called to him.
"Demiurge. You finally informed me of one of your plans. What's with the change of heart?"
Demiurge froze momentarily.
"Ainz-sama. Mallador-sama has notified me in private that it would be better if I revealed my plans to you. He said that even though you know of every pan I could ever make, it is better to talk to you about the plan to gain advise or to let you fix them. He said that I would learn more if I begin to seek advice from you."
Ainz was relieved inside. Now Demiurge wouldn't carry out his secret plans without Ainz noticing.
I owe you one Mallador-san.
"Ainz-sama. One more thing."
"What is it Demiurge?"
"Mallador-sama told me to give this to you after our conversation. A lowly servant such as I cannot comprehend its meaning. Maybe it is a secret code used by supreme beings?"
Demiurge kneeled down before Ainz and took out a leather scroll. Ainz took it from him and read it. The words on it were written in kanji.
The scroll said: "I bet you feel like you owe me now don't you Momonga-san? Don't worry I know your struggles and I have you covered."
Ainz directed a mental "thank you" to Mallador wherever he was.
Demiurge began to speak to the relieved Ainz.
"May I depart now? Ainz-sama, is there something wrong."
"No, nothing Demiurge. You may leave."
Demiurge smiled and turned to walk away but teleported away on his third step.
Ainz sat back down on his throne, less mentally exhausted than he could have been. He silently thanked his friend again.
Wonder what he's doing now.
Zuranon Secret Headquarters
A robed cultist ran wildly from his pursuer through the liquorice colored halls of his own headquarters. Tears, snot, and drool dripped from his face. The man was middle aged and almost as thin as one of the undead he summoned.
The man ran for dear life from his assailant. He knew it was useless, but his survival instincts urged him to run at the best of his ability. The survival instincts of a selfish man can possess them sometimes.
The terrified necromancer was not at all making peace with his death. He knew he was going to die and was panicking accordingly. Well, a little more than accordingly.
"No! I've still got more zombie chicks to bang! NO!"
These words caused the wraith behind him to sigh quietly.
A miniature purple whirlpool of dark energy appeared before the necromancer, stopping him in his tracks.
The necromancer was about to scream as a shotgun was rammed into his mouth, breaking nearly all of his teeth. His brains lay splattered on the floor before he could feel the pain.
Mallador sighed tiredly. He was too relaxed these past days. He had let a target escape. Granted, the necromancer was low ranked and powerless, therefore Mallador went after him last, but the fact still remained that he had escaped the room where the Reaper was supposed to assassinate the gathered group of all the Zuranon councilmen. He never let his prey escape, not even temporarily if not necessary.
I'm really getting soft. I was feeling lazy today but that was too much.
Mallador sighed at his show of weakness.
The player was about to leave the scene when his nose started to itch. Mallador froze for a second and frowned before equipping his mask to scratch it."
"What is happening? Undead cannot feel itches."
Mallador thought of his letter to Ainz and how it must have reached him by now.
"He must be thinking of me. And those scientists say that old superstition was wrong, huhuhu. Take that you flat faced retard!" (There is an Asian saying that if our nose itches then someone is thinking pleasant thoughts about you or so I think)
Mallador began laughing at one particular scientist in his old world that resented superstitions. The player truly hated that man.
The man within the mantle of the Reaper had a very different personality from the one he showed in public. This was the side he showed to his comrades and no one else. He decided that maybe he would show this side to the NPCs of Nazarick.
Mallador knew he did not have time for entertainment and forcefully calmed himself down through his emotional suppression. A gentle blue light engulfed him for a second and his mind was calm after that. Mallador had learned how to control his emotion suppression a few months ago. Apparently wraiths had control over this ability. (Elder liches don't huhuhu poor Ainz)
The Reaper snapped his fingers and disappeared. It was like he never existed in the first place.
Re-Estize Capital: Slums
The slums in the royal capital was just like any other slum. It was filled with poor, starving people, all of which would kill for a loaf of bread. It would not take a lot to convince these people of anything.
A fancily dressed man strode through these slums. His steps were powerful and prideful, fitting of a proud noble. He wore an orange suit and wore a strangely decorated mask on his face, concealing most of it.
Known to the man, he was being followed by a few famished boys who would be passable for undead skeletons. Some of them had crude, rusty daggers in their hands while others had dirt-stained wooden clubs. Splinters from the poorly made rotting clubs covered the hands of the boys unfortunate enough to be forced to use the weapons.
However, the children all had smiles on their faces. The person they were following seemed rich. He also seemed skinny, meaning that he would not put up much of a fight. The children were thin themselves but they knew the way of the streets and were experienced fighters in their own right. They also had the number advantage.
The leader of the boys, Carsten, a 14 year old with blond hair, blue eyes, and sharp intellect smiled greedily, barely able to wait to rob the masked gentleman.
Demiurge walked through the slums of the royal capital. After but a few minutes, he had attracted a few children who thought they could rob him. They were the perfect for the plan.
The archdevil suddenly turned and walked into an alleyway to his side. The boys' smiles widened. They thought they had him.
Demiurge took 3 steps into the alleyway when he suddenly stopped because of the voice behind him.
A group of skinny and dirty boys wearing nothing but rags covered the entrance of the alleyway. A blond one stood in the front of them. He radiated an aura of certainty and confidence despite being malnutritioned and covered in dirt. Demiurge assumed he was the leader.
Carston stated his demands with a triumphant smile.
"Alright ya spoiled bastard. Give us yer goods and we won't hurt ya too much."
Some of the boys laughed crudely. The noise could have been easily mistaken as a pig squealing.
Demiurge's reply to the demand was cool and civilized, showing little to no emotion. The effect was amplified by his mask.
"I am very sorry gentlemen but I will not be the one who is exploited today."
Carston was about to retort when Demiurge used his [Command Mantra] on him and his gang.
"Stand Still"
Suddenly, Carston and his gang froze in place. They had lost control of their bodies. The gang of children were able to deduce that Demiurge was a magic caster but nothing more than that.
The children that formed the gang had little education. Schools were few as it was. After the battle of the Katze Plains, most families did not have the money to keep their children in school, and a few schools closed down from the lack of funding.
Carston remembered that magic casters were physically weak. This information came from his late father, who was an experienced warrior. The boy strived to become just like his father, but became a lowly street thug at the end. It was unfortunate, but Carston was too busy keeping his gang alive to care.
Carston clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth to focus strength on a useless attempt to break free from Demiurge's ability. The brave ones in his gang tried as well. The other ones wet their pants.
Demiurge, having much more powerful senses than a human, smelled the urine as it were next to him. The archdevil kept his smile up however. He could not kill the boys yet, no matter how disgusting they are.
"Now then. I do believe I have your attention."
Carston looked up at the demon.
"What do you want bastard?"
The boy attempted to sound strong despite his fear of the being before him.
"What I want is simple gentlemen. I want you to eat this."
Demiurge pulled out an apple from his inventory. The fruit was slightly larger than the regular apple. It seemed to radiate a bright light that gained the liking of many of the boys. The apple was crimson in color, almost identical to the color of blood.
While the starving children were attracted to the beautiful apple, some knew it had to be poison or some other substance. One such child was Carston. He looked at the apple with mistrust and skepticism.
"What is that?"
"Oh this? This is what I will have you consume now fair gentleman."
Carston snarled.
The boy was famished. He knew he needed food or else he would die of starvation. But the ominous aura surrounding the apple, contrary to its appearance made Carston weary of the fruit.
"I'm not eating any of your crap you bastar… Gackkk Ghakkkkkkkk!."
Demiurge moved faster than the fastest lightning, shoving the whole apple into the boy's mouth, breaking his front teeth with the sheer force behind the action. Carston began gagging, his body attempting to get the apple out of his mouth. His eyes widened, seemingly wanting to pop out of his head.
The skin of the apple broke and the thick, sweet juice flowed down into the gang leader's throat. Demiurge, knowing that Carston had ingested a part of the apple, ripped it out of the boy's mouth, leaving a bloody, gaping hole.
"My my, it will not do for you to be looking that hideous. Ainz-sama would not approve."
Even the brave boys soiled their pants after they saw what had happened to their leader.
What happened next frightened them even more.
Carston was expected to fall down. He was in enough pain for him to faint instantly. Probably more than enough pain a child could take for years. So why was the boy standing still with his face pointed up like nothing happened?
The gang leader's expression was fit for a zombie, cold and emotionless. Even Carston's flesh turned pale. The light brown skin of the blond gang leader turned a light grey. He did not look quite human and could pass as a malnourished scavenger who has lost the will to live. Also, the boy's face had completely healed from Demiurge's force feeding, stitching itself together like nothing happened.
Demiurge smiled. His bio engineered apple had worked just as he predicted. Anything less would not befit a servant of the Supreme Beings.
"You may move."
Carston knelt down on one knee before Demiurge. He spoke in a cold, robotic voice with an unmoving face perfectly fit for the voice.
"What is the will of the supreme one?"
Demiurge looked down on his new minion and smirked sinesterly.
"Go and convince as many humans as you can to rebel against the king. Shapeshift if you need to."
The new Carston sprinted out of the alleyway, looking for people he could easily convince to rebel.
Demiurge brought his attention to the rest of Carston's gang. They were still held in place by [Command Mantra]. Their legs were numb already. However, they could not even notice it. Their minds were completely focused on the sharp-eared man before them.
"Now then."
Demiurge retrieves another apple, tossing it into the air and catching it again. His smile widened to an impossible length.
"You gentlemen look hungry."
Flashback: Nazarick 6th floor
Demiurge stood before neatly planted row of apple trees. He smiled towards the apples deviously. The trees were the size of normal apple trees, except the leaves were black and the bark was crimson. The large apples hanged on the crimson branches, bending them.
These apples were the result of months of crossbreeding plant life in the new world. Some of the ingredients put into the trees were mandrake roots and hateful Dryad souls. They warped the consumer's mind to have complete loyalty to the supreme beings and answer the guardians' orders only.
The reason Demiurge came to the 6th floor was to pick the apples for his plan. The fruits were named Dark Apples. Demiurge wanted to use them to infiltrate the slums of Re-Estize and make puppets that starts a rebellion through the power of persuasion. Said puppets also have inhuman regeneration and pain endurance.
He made this plan himself but knew that Ainz-sama thought of it before he did. After all, the Supreme Being had made plans for the next 10,000 years hadn't he? Demiurge smiled at his master's foresight. The archdemon had been studying new world literature. To fight your enemy you must first know them.
Demiurge knew that he would never be able to catch up to his wonfderful master, but he must not be too behind either. He knew that he had to increase his knowledge to be useful to the Supreme Beings. That is why he was improving himself. He suggested the idea to a few other floor guardians and they agreed. Even Shalltear said she would try to improve her combat strategies.
Demiurge's smile got even wider. He would not disappoint Ainz-sama. The plan he made would be successful. Anything less was not acceptable. Such was the requirement of a servant of the Supreme Beings.
Re Estize Palace, a week later
An angry mob of starving common folk rallied in front of the palace with makeshift weapons. Prince Zanac sat in his room, staring at the mob from inside the window. He had a large scowl on his face, showing his displeasure. A guard burst into his room without any warning, completely inexcusable if it were any other circumstance. But this one was special.
"Your Majesty! There are too many of them! We will be overwhelmed soon!"
Zanac seethed.
"Tell those good for nothings to hold their ground or I will have their heads!"
The guard gulped.
"As you wish your majesty."
He hurried off to inform his colleagues of the order.
Zanac scowled.
Who planned this? Those starving peasants are too hungry to organise a mob. There must be a ringleader.
The mob was fighting for food from the royals. Similar protests were happening at most fiefdoms as well. The famished peasants were so desperate that they led organised protests against nobles and turned violent when the lords refused to comply to their wishes.
Right now, the peasants were Breaking through the line of guards holding them back from the palace entrance. The guards were ordered by king Reponssa III to not harm the civilians which made their job extremely difficult.
Zanack fumed.
"Father should just let the guards use lethal force already! Is their safety more important than ours!?"
In another chamber, Climb stood before Princess Renner, the rumored most beautiful woman in Re-Estize. Renner looked panicked and close to crying.
"Climb, why won't father just give them food? They're starving out there."
Climb was in awe of his princess again. Even when her own safety was endangered by the people she tried to protect, she was still trying to protect those people. The blond man was almost moved to tears out of the sheer joy he had by serving his master.
"I am sorry Princess Renner. I don't know."
Renner looked up at him and smiled.
"They'll be fine Climb, father will feed them well after this. Even if he doesn't I will."
Climb's heart expanded to five times its original size and moved at 60 beats per second out of admiration for Renner. (exaggerated, but barely)
"I am sure the king will treat the people well so you need not worry Renner-sama."
Renner smiled again.
"Thank you Climb."
"I was just stating my opinion Renner-sama."
Renner was smiling inside even more than she was outside. She was secretly a subordinate of Demiurge and Albedo, plotting the ruin of the Re-Estize kingom. After the kingdom fell, Renner was to be escorted to Nazarick with Climb to live out the rest of their lives in the Sorcerer Kingdom, where there was noone who could stop their marriage. She had taken the offer before Zanack's without hesitation. If she accepted Nazarick's offer, she could live her life without needing to use secrecy to hide her relationship with Climb. She would spend the lives of all her people on this. After all, they were insignificant compared to her happy life with Climb. Renner couldn't care less if they all died.
Right now, the Golden Princess was acting as a spy for the Sorcerer Kingdom, bringing them all of the news from inside Re-Estize. Nothing was safe from her maid information system.
Because of the current peasant rebellion, her life was more or less in danger. She knew that Nazarick acknowledged her intelligence and it was somewhat valuable to them. If her life is ever actually in danger, Nazarick would not stand by and let her die.
The important part was the peasant rebellion. Renner knew that the rebellion had to have been organised by Nazarick. The people would never regularly rebel so fiercely. They had no leader or figurehead after all.
If Nazarick is making its move that means that the kingdom will fall soon. After observing how quickly Ainz took over the Baharuth Empire she wouldn't be surprised if her kingdom would be vassalized within the next month or so. They had no hope against the Sorcerer Kingdom. As someone who understands the intellectual prowess of Demiurge and Albedo she knew that her kingdom would be conquered one way or the other.
Renner was sure that Albedo and Demiurge were as if not more clever than she was. Since Renner could not even use her brilliant mind to help her kingdom, the rest of the normal ungifted people would be putty in Nazarick's hands. A peasant rebellion can be easily orchestrated by someone like Demiurge. Even if the kingdom did recognise the Sorcerer Kingdom as the party that plotted to take over their kingdom from within, they were still powerless.
The Sorcerer kingdom's sheer military prowess was overwhelming. Single death knights or soul eaters could devastate the entire kingdom and slay their mightiest warriors. These horrifying creatures were used as foot soldiers and mounts in the Sorcerer Kingdom's military. Needles to say, the kingdom would be wiped off the map in a matter of days.
Renner said to Climb cheerfully,
"Let us wait to see what happens."
Nazarick, Ainz's Room
Yuri Alpha walks into Ainz's room and bows. The supreme being was sitting on his bed.
"Ainz-sama, Demiurge-sama wanted me to inform you that his mission was a success."
What mission? Oh that one. What happened? What does she mean it was successful? I'm missing about 75% of the details here!"
"That is good Yuri. However, I wish to know exactly what has happened."
"Demiurge-sama has effectively urged the citizens to rebel. The Kingdom does not know how it happened at all. The citizens are moving into the palace with sheer numbers as we speak."
Ainz remembered something about Jaldabaoth taking all of the blame.
"So the time has come for us to help the royalty."
"Yes Ainz-sama."
Ainz stood up.
"I am going to stop the rebellion. Tell Naberal to come and find me.
"Yes Ainz-sama."
"[Greater Teleportation]"
The king of Nazarick disappeared, leaving behind blue magic particles.
Front of Re-Estize Palace
A line of guards held back a swarm of famished citizens. Lakyus Alvein Dale Aindra, the captain of Blue Rose, was at the front of the line, pushing back several citizens at the same time while improving the morale of the guards.
She grit her teeth in concentration and sweat dripped from her face. The opposition was completely famished and therefore had almost no strength individually, but the current situation was not unlike a zombie apocalypse. There were hundreds of starved commoners in the rebellion pushing at the same ones in the back pushed the ones in the front, and the ones in the front used whatever makeshift weapons they had ranging to lumber axes to rusted swords from their family members. Their swings lacked actual force and could be easily deflected by the guards' armor. Therefore the guards were pushing the mob back instead of actually fighting. King Raponssa III clearly instructed them to leave the citizens unharmed. Anyone who intentionally harmed a citizen would be severely punished. (These guards are somewhat professional)
Lakyus equipped a suit of full plate as well for the situation. She yelled at the top of her lungs to her troops. Their morale increased tenfold as she did so.
Evileye was at the back of the blockade, casting fortification spells on the guards. Gagaran was beside Lakyus holding back ten times the amount of citizens as the noblewoman. Lakyus knew there had to be a mastermind to the rebellion so she sent Tina and Tia to look for any possible ringleaders.
Blue Rose helped to keep the mob out of the palace because Lakus was a noblewomen. She felt it was her duty to help the king whenever it was needed. Blue rose would not abandon Lakyus so they came with her
However, even with the aid of one of the adamantite adventurer teams, the defense was failing.
The defenders were few, and the mob was many. Some of the guards were crushed underfoot by the famished citizens. The rest quickly took their place but they were all exhausted.
The plan was to hold the mob back until they saw that invading the palace was pointless and retreat back to their homes. This was Zanack's plan, (not a very good one) since his father would not allow harm to come to the commoners.
The plan was obviously failing. The mob tried to push into the palace for a day straight, not caring what time it was. It was already noon on the day after. Some of the citizens died of stress, hunger, or malnutrition. The dead bodies were trampled on and left behind while the rest of the mob pushed on.
The guards did not have unlimited strength even with the aid of spells. The ones that fall because of exhaustion are immediately trampled by the mob. Several soldiers have died this way already.
The shifts were not enough too keep the defence. The guards were exhausted from the day-long push.
One guard became desperate and swung his blade toward the famished citizens in front of him.
Time seemingly slowed down as Lakyus turned her head to see the sword swinging down with wide eyes. Gagaran was shouting for the guard to stop, Evileye was casting a spell to restrain him, knowing that she wouldn't make it in time.
Then a sheathed shortsword hit the guard from the top of his head. The flat of the blade was used to not cause too much trauma.
The guard's eyes rolled back into his sockets as he fell backwards limply to the ground. Another guard took his place immediately after he fell.
The black-haired magic caster stared at the fallen soldier with disgust after returning her sword to her side.
"Tch. To use my sword against a mere worm. Disgusting."
Nabe turned back and looked at Evileye, who was surprised by her sudden appearance.
Evileye was startled but breathed a sigh of relief. So did the rest of blue rose. (except for Tia and Tina who are away)
Evileye was especially thankful. She might be a rival of Nabe competing for Momon's love (only Evileye thinks this) but she knew that Nabe was a hero that loves and protects the people no matter how badly she verbally and physically abuses them. (i've said this before but only Evileye thinks this)
The masked vampire murmured to herself.
"If she's here that means…"
The vampire formerly known as Landfall gasped. She caught a glimpse of a shining black armor, carefully lined with yellow.
"That cape. Those greatswords. There's no mistaking it….."
Evileye shouted to the Raven black hero
"Momon-san!"
Momon! Her one and only love has arrived! He has escaped the evil clutches of the sorcerer king and came to save the kingdom again! (aaaand you get the picture)
The dark hero dropped a few meters behind Lakyus. The sound and shockwave from it attracted the attention of everyone present.
Momon faced the mob and the backs of the defenders and shouted.
"ENOUGH!"
The mob was startled and most of their members dropped their makeshift weapons. The guards were also rattled to their core. The roar of the adamantite adventurer was just that fierce.
Momon began to speak loudly.
"People of Re-Estize! I understand your suffering but this method is futile! The sorcerer kingdom will provide food so stop this rebellion at once!"
Many mob members stopped where they stood. This man was the great Momon. The great hero that saved them from the demon lord Jaldabaoth. If there was one man they could trust then that man was Momon. Therefore, most of the mob members lowered their weapons.
The guards looked relieved. Some of them sat back panting and sweating while the others relaxed and leaned on their weapons.
Blue Rose was the most relieved of them was impressed again.
However, what Momon said next put them on guard once again. This time more than ever.
"Where are you? JALDABAOTH!"
This so called cliffhanger is really bad (sigh)
I'm really sorry guys but I just can't dish out these chapters like before
I'm putting more work into them and revising them before I publish
And now I have even less free time than before
Anyways I hope you enjoyed
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