I felt a fire at the tips of my fingers. Prickling, annoying, charring feeling. I walked in through the gate and light assaulted my eye sockets. Though it had very little effect. Probably none. I turned, and I saw the group I chose to come with me; their faces were smothered in their arms as they tried to block the debilitating rays. There was a sort of habitual grossness to it. I looked around. Everything had a tendency for the beauty. The long draping curtains, the oversized doors and the floral designs that stretched across the ceiling canvas, depicting a large serpent beast with contracting gills and absolute strength.

How is one a leader? I don't know.

Does he puff his chest out? Like this? Roll his shoulders out? Like this? I don't know but I did it anyway.

There's this clawing, gnawing force on my chest.

Ocinu. . .ol. . .im. . .rop. . .agnev

There it is again. That voice; that motherly warmth. Somerah ol sotnuj. It runs through my head over and over and over and over and over. I want to scratch and rip out my hair, rip out my tongue, heart, spleen, and guts. But I have none.

So, help me, God!

There is none. Just futility and lifeless mechanism. So, what am I as an undead? Do I radiate life? Ha! What an absurd question. I am an undead. When has an undead ever radiate life? I murder life. Though not my people. Wonder what's happening up above?

I came here with no plan—why is that? I never take risks, but I did: why? Emeuges. Another blistering chill. It never ends. It never ends.

The group behind unsheathed their eyes and noticed two figures standing opposed to us. One was a large giant with a perfectly round belly. His face, however, was not. He had a large nose coupled with slanted brows and a scar stretching over his lips which contrasted his soft eyes and childish smirk. Next to him was a woman around my height who had narrow-yellow eyes and pale skin. She had a muscular physique. Well, she would have one. She wore a peculiar set of armor. It gleamed an emerald color. There were light brushstrokes on the armor. The exact detail and measurement of her figure were astonishing. The sharp and smooth curves accentuate the body while creating a slimming and impressionable taste.

Move.

There's that other voice. I couldn't hear it before, but now it rings in my head just like the other. Oh, I feel nauseous.

I sauntered forward and stopped right in front of them. The women to my left grimaced and looked me up and down and nodded to the other knight as he then finished observing me. He waved his hand at me as if he was meeting a lifelong friend. I felt disgusted with him.

The female looked at him and said something in her language. He laughed and pointed toward me.

"My name is Frelbrit, the Sixth Knight of Virtue. Address me whatever pleases you. Oh, and this is Srevera. Fifth Knight of Imperial General. Nice to make your friendshipness."

Meaningless tumbles, gargling bunch of words. Titles, as if they have any weight to them if you don't understand what it is. Luckily that, lizard gave me some insight as to their respective duties. On another note, why is everyone nonchalant? Is it arrogance that they deem me an irreconcilable pile of waste? What putridness is this!

Oh no, there I go again, angry.

"You consider this a pleasantry?" Should I expect more of it?" My tongue was heavy and sharp.

Frelbrit rose his brow and a big stupid smiled twirled over his face.

"No, light humor is all."

What arrogance! No, he's just trying to be friendly. Friendly, yes! I should try to be friendlier. I laugh heartily.

"I see. Lead the way, Knight Frelbrit."

I walked toward him, and he jumped back and saw the fear in his eyes. Why is he afraid? He reached for his throat and as a wave of realization washed over him, he relaxed. There was still fear left in his eyes.

Off, we were. Guiding us through a series of corridors and chambers.

Finally arriving at our destination. A large door as tall as the sky and as heavy as a mountain was situated in front of us, inlaid with discernable special materials.

Frelbrit walked over to a podium and placed his hands on it. The podium booted up and small magic circles sprang forth, scanning his hands. Just like home.

The doors opened.

On the other side were rows of warriors, with bold eyes and stern faces. Columns of an unknown material spiraled out of the ground, towering over us as if it were a hawk stalking its prey from up above.

"You may enter. Dikastís waits for your presence."

I paced forward as I passed by the sharp stares of the warriors. Light bounced off their armors.

Ahead of me was a creature sitting on a throne. It had large ears shaped like a bat while its nostrils were shaped in a petal of four, diamond-like. I felt more comfortable.

Her ears twitched and jerked in my direction. As I got closer, her eyes were fogged, and her stench was putrid. Not in the sense of death, a chaotic balance was more like it.

Neither of us said anything. I don't know who starts to speak. Usually, I would start but now I am on the other end, so I shouldn't speak first.

"Welcome weary travelers. I presume you are here as you seek an audience."

Ateforp, olarraga. Etneilav y sonif nat sonam sod sose noc rarraga a eteverta. Yoh azneimoc orutuf le.

This is a huge stinking hole of garbage and trash, Why bother thinking about it?

My head was pressed on my thousands of needles that repeatedly stabbed and poked my brain. The flames in my eyes sockets enlarged from the pain and the status effect of the dead were spraying over my body as to try to control it.

I walked away.

Don't walk away. No, don't go! Come one go back don't be scared. Exactly, now go over there and murder her. I wouldn't recommend that.

What the hell is this! Ah, I feel like I'm suffocating in my thoughts and being drowned and burned! What is this prickling, charring, bleeding, feeling? MY entirety is being poured out, my rationality, my sanity, my insanity, my consciousness and unconsciousness. I don't even realize what I have done! What is happening?

"Presume." I laugh walking away. "You can presume what you please. I seek no audience." I said. Though it was tinged with annoyance and anger

She smashed her fist into the throne

"Insolent overlander. You seek an audience with me!"

I stopped and titled my head to look back. "And why should I want one?"

Murder Her! Don't be an idiot, try to talk to her

She squinted

"Do not trifle with me." She said

The warriors stomped their foots and pointed their spears at me.

I clapped my hands and spun around

"Don't try to strike fear into me! No being, no idea can frighten me. You make your subordinates do everything for you? What regality! What class!"

Hypocrite.

"I have no desire to trifle, much less engage in pretentious actions. I know what you want." I continued

What game are you playing? You don't know jack.

She sat, listening to him.

"Oh, do you now? Please enlighten me." She stretched out her hand.

Hahaha, she called your bluff! Oh, what an irony!

Shut up. What are these thoughts? What am I doing?

"You enlighten me. Do the civil thing." I said

She chuckled.

"You are indeed afraid. What it must be like to be you."

My eyes flared.

"You and I are Lords. Cease your dogged projection. You know why I come and I know what you want."

"Look at you! At the end of your wit."

"Dikastís, I have no qualms. For as we are to our thrones, bound by duty, we seek the same thing—Prosperity."

"I want for both us to throw aside our short-minded rationale and think of the future." I paused for a moment and noticed something beautiful in her. Deep in her foggy eyes, they could see right through me. As I am as I am. A gentle smile spread lightly.

"We can hope to do I a lot."

She paused.

"You've charmed me, enough to supposed to listen to you. Fine, let's talk about the future of our reigns and kingdoms."

[ Lore: Balfisk ]

The armor worn by the knights are crafted from the trytunion of a Balfisk's heart. A hair and arrogant lizard whose forearms boast large wings and a neck decorated by a regal mane. It has no tail. One thing that differs it greatly from a wyvern; however, its petrifying glare, swift movements, and fiery-acid breath can mow down any number of elite warriors.

These beasts live in isolation from other creatures and fly high up in the sky. The heart is used from these beast as it carries a critical component to armor and weapons. Its scale is hard indeed, however, a skilled blacksmith could make quick worth of it. However, and even greater blacksmith can handle the acidic sack used to soften the dense, and hard heart. Furthermore, it's beautiful yet scales fetch a high price in the market.

Though, to be in the hands of the material, lone warriors hunt these majestic and territorial beasts. Only a so much as two handfuls can pride themselves on having the honor of acquiring and wearing the material.

Author's Notes: I tried writing in the first person from Ainz's point of view. It's different but it brings a unique experience. I couldn't fit into my schedule on explaining the why and how of the previous chapter, so it's pushed back to some other chapter.

As usual, they next chapter will be on 13th of Saturday. Hope you guys enjoyed this week's chapter and have a wonderful weekend. See you guys until next time.