Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

by oblivon2991

A strange Gate appeared in the capital of the Sorcerous Kingdom, and through it, foreign soldiers started to flood. Killing and kidnapping the denizens of the Sorcerous Kingdom's capital. Now our beloved Papa Bones can't let such dirty things. Does he? (Warning! The story contains some of my OC's) (AU!)

25. The Second Coming

Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

by oblivon2991

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Thank you for reading my fanfic!

My mother language is not English, so please be patient about the grammatical issues.

I don't own the Overlord(オーバーロードŌbārōdo?) novel or anime series created by Kugane Maruyama.

I don't own Gate: Jieitai Kano Chi nite, Kaku Tatakaeri novel, and anime series, written by Takumi Yanai.

Please review it. I know I will make mistakes that I intend to correct and will try to learn from my mistakes and improve myself.

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Chapter 25: The Second Coming

He still couldn't believe it. After all that time…

"Do you wish for anything more, my creator?" Sitting on his bed, his musing had been disturbed; the goat-like creature turned his head on the side.

Before him, his creation stood proud — His skin caramel colored, pleasantry tanned. Sporting an elegant British suit orange in colour, the demon Prince awaited his creator's next order.

His horizontally slit eyes blinked a few times. He still couldn't believe it was "him". His own creation was standing before him, just as he had dreamt him, just as he had designed him, just as he had created him.

The image of his own "idea of evil".

It was strange; it was a weird feeling. I mean, after his transportation to Earth — in the past, he had summoned and controlled many creatures. Whole armies of hell bent to his will, bringing great disaster upon anyone who stood against him and his cause, massacring the troops of heaven relentlessly because he deemed it fit for his role as an evil conqueror.

He had lived according to his Chuunibyou nature, having fulfilled his dream: to be more than a meaningless cog in the machine. — As he had been forced to live that way in the past, and as his parents had disappeared without a trace and care thanks to a tragic accident in the factory.

They were meaningless, not even worthy to stop the production line as it would cause more monetary loss than a human life was worth. The compensation was not worthy to a human being; it was not even decent enough to pay for a dog.

Honestly, he had almost given up of finding his friends and had transcended the thought, accepting the harsh reality of their absence. The sad truth that he had remained all alone.

Yet, he would never dare to dream about this moment. He had searched for them for so long, yet, he never found even a trace of them. He sought relentlessly without any success, any hint of his friends, his creations, or any indication of YGGDRASIL players present in his new existence. And honestly, in his last moments, before being sealed away, he gave up entirely on ever finding his past companions.

But now, before him, his own creation stood, beaming a bright, dubious smile — just as he had designed him. On his side, a few of the homunculus maids stood proudly — just like in the game. Their forms were perfect, just like Whitebrim, Herohero and Coup De Grâce had envisioned and created them. They were so lifelike, like they really existed.

Cupping his chin, Ulbert Alain Odle caressed the shiny black fur that hung on his jaw. "No, Demiurge. You can return to your duties now. I need to read these documents you have brought me. As well, I need some time to process all that you have discussed with me."

"As you wish…" the servant bowed deeply, the present maids following his example.

"Umu… Please, can you urge Momonga a little bit? What you said, I know he is swamped, but I would like to speak with him."

"That's only natural. Do you wish to speak with Esdeath-sama too?"

"Esdeath?" Ulbert raised his brow, for a moment, then his inner eyes widened recognizing his friend's name. "Oh! Is he here too? How wonderful news!"

"He?" Demiurge tilted his head confused for a moment, unable to decipher who his master meant under the "he" attribute.

"Oh…" Ulbert lowered his head. "So, it has come to that… Kukuku… Hahahahahahaa!" he suddenly burst out in laughter. Covering his face, he was barely able to control himself, tears starting to pour from his eyes feeling his joy.

Demiurge tilted his head confused once more, then one moment to other his devilish smile returned to his face, thinking he was able to understand why his creator was crackling like a madman. "Indeed, I am sure Ulbert-sama has come up with something sinister, just like in the old days. He indeed has returned to fulfil his evil destiny. Kukukuku…" Demiurge thought something like that. But in truth, Ulbert thought of something entirely different.

"That's hilarious! How many times I said to him/her that such thing could happen! Hilarious! I can't wait to tease him, oh, sorry, "her" about it! Her face will be priceless. Hahahahaha!" Holding his mouth, his snicker violently filtered amidst his pointy fingers.

Merely pushing his spectacles further up in his nasal bridge, Demiurge lowered his head once more. "I see, you need some time alone, Ulbert-sama."

Ulbert simply nodded. "Indeed, I need some to process everything you have told me. It was kinda overwhelming to gain so much new information in under not more but just one day."

Nodding, Demiurge waved to the maids, and the girls left the room, carrying with them the necessary cutlery, but leaving the fresh, still intact food and drink they had prepared behind.

His creator needed some alone time. He was aware of that; he would as well need some after waking up after such a long slumber.

Processing such an overwhelming amount of information and news he had been passed down under a day indeed took time. Hell, even Demiurge — no matter his intelligence and talent — would need that day to decide what to do, how to proceed. Of course, he could make a hasty plan if the situation required such action, but to come up with a reasonably well-constructed plan even he needed some time.

After all — according to his own measurements — his talent, intelligence and strategic skills were nothing more than dust compared to the mountain that Ainz possessed. And his cruel master made him remember his defect every day, whenever he thought he had come up with something new.

"Kukukuku… Ainz-sama is indeed a cruel master," he smiled devilishly, remembering all that time he had asked Ainz when his creator would return, and he only said — 'with time.' —then waved him away.

Now, Demiurge really wanted to surpass him; his demonic blood demanded to find a way to just once, gain the upper hand over Ainz!

Yet, he couldn't even think an adequate way to express his gratitude towards the two last Supreme Beings. Recovering his creator meant the world for him.

Unable to come up with an adequate method, the only thing he could do was to work, work extra hard to serve the need of Nazarick, the Supreme Beings, and his freshly returned creator.

Creating new furniture was his hobby, maybe he could make them something beautiful. Of course, it could not compare with the furniture they already possessed, but it would be a nice touch expressing his loyalty.

The bones of the mongrels that had attacked the Kingdom wouldn't do, maybe a tribute? Demiurge was unable to come up with something sweet that would fit the Supreme Beings and his grandiose masters' selves. He definitely needed to think about what would provide them with the best they deserved.

The only thing he could do now was to leave, leave his creator to rest, and regain his strength. Work hard for Nazarick, the Supreme Beings, and most of all, for him. Ulbert Alain Odle — his creator and supreme master.

Bowing, his gloved hand covered his heart, showing his loyalty. "I shall take my leave, Ulbert-sama. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call for me; I will come right away."

"Umu… Take care. And please call my friends right away. I need to catch up with them."

"That's only natural. I have already notified Ainz-sama and Esdeath-sama." Bowing, the Prince of Darkness left, leaving Ulbert alone with his thought's.

…

After the servants left the room, Ulbert could only sigh, falling on his back with an amused grin plastered on his face.

"So, they are here… Kukuku…"

Touching the textile under himself, his bed was soft, almost unnaturally. But strangely, it was comforting. The best bunk he had ever laid his goat-like body.

It was not surprising, as it was a bed designed by himself, personally, enchanted to provide various buffs with those who slept on it.

Looking around, the World Disaster recognised his room right away, and a pleasant, warm feeling filled him once more.

A chamber royally made, created to fit his taste; A true villain would go green in envy looking around.

He was aware; he woke up around a day ago, still, he couldn't get enough! He couldn't wait to explore Nazarick to its fullest, to inspect the 'Kingdom' his friends had built in his absence.

He couldn't wait to see what kind of pranks "he" and Esdeath could pull, remembering the role-playing events they played in the past — and the fun they had under them. "Just like in the old times, huh?" he muttered, his smile stretching even wider.

It was good to be back, after all that time, he was finally home. Finally, he reached his destination.

He had suffered for so long; he craved for this place so much. His search and the dream was endless, and he had almost given up finding them. Finding his friends, seeing his real home.

Naturally, he had gained many friends, many allies, and even more enemies after his transportation. Under a short time he became an esteemed general of hell, armies of demons under his command, hordes of angels fearing his name, flocking apart under a moment when he appeared on the battlefield.

Even the so-called "God" didn't dare to cross his path without preparation.

His enslaved, overworked self had utterly disappeared! Replaced, transformed, reborn in a new, perfect form! The form of his avatar he had designed himself! He had become evil incarnate! He had become: Ulbert Alain Odle, the World Disaster of Ainz Ooal Gown, the most destructive magic caster of the clan. That title no one could ever take from him. Ever!

Commander of the forces of Hell! The Great Disaster! The scorcher of high heavens and Asgard!

Under the years, he had been called by many names, dreadful names, praising for his ears.

Everyone feared his name, and following the elements on the list called: "Things I'll do if I ever become an Evil Overlord", his defence was impenetrable. His infernal army was always prepared for whatever came in his attention.

"…"

Watching the painting on his ceiling, remembering all of it, he could only smile and shake his head.

That was in the past. Although he was not sure, most of his allies and servants would probably be dead by now. He was sure that "architect" guy, and his enemies made sure his memory had disappeared. And trying to remember everything was too exhausting in his current state. Thus, he decided to rest a little bit, regain his strength and process what he had learned in the past day.

The only thing he could do now was to proceed, look forward, and ask Momonga what to do with the situation if he couldn't find something useful to do, or at least something amusing to occupy his mind. In the past, the guild master always served with good advice, and he was sure he had not changed at all. He was the good old Momonga he knew in the past. At least, he hoped.

In the passing day, Demiurge did his best to explain the current situation, introduce him everything he had missed. The past, the present, — and according to him — Ainz's grand plan for the future. The so-called "10000 years plan" Ainz had come up with.

He could only laugh hearing it. And he was sure, Ainz — as Momonga called himself now — would think the same.

He was a good friend in the past, but he was just like him. At least, he was just like him before the transportation — without the severe Chuunibyou syndrome of course.

In Ulbert's absence — after the transportation — he had to recognise. These so-called folks, the members of the supernatural factions — no matter the race — were pretty superstitious.

And if he was right, their dear children were the same, still believing they were beyond gods and similar silly things. An idea he could only scoff off.

Sighing, he had much to learn, much to catch up. Thus, raising a paper from the nearby table — where several small paper towers emerged after Demiurge's departure — the bringer of great catastrophe started to read. Read, read and read to know what to do with his current situation.

Placing his stylish spectacles on his nose, he started his read.

"…"

An hour had passed without anything happening, when…

'knock-knock.'

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from the direction of his door. "Hmmm… Come in."

A dark elaborated robe fluttered as the ruler of death entered. Behind him was a beauty with white hair, wearing a stylish white overcoat that reached entirely to her knees.

"Oh! Ulbert-san!" Momonga gasped immediately spotting his past friend, raising his hand welcoming.

"U-Ulbert-san!" Esdeath gasped as well, not able to contain herself and running to her friend and hugging him tightly. A hug that almost suffocated poor Ulbert. "Ow! Ow! Hey!" Ulbert mewed for a moment, but in the end, caressed her head, and sniffed her hair.

His expression softened, she smelled so good, like a real angel.

"So it is true…" he couldn't help but snicker somewhat amused. "Demiurge did not lie. You have really 'changed'." Making quotation marks with his sharp fingers, his grin could not have been more extensive.

Her eyes squinted, pushing herself away, glaring at her old friend with an adorable pout. "Now listen, mister!" her finger pointed at him dangerously. "One word and I will pummel you to paste."

"Ah… Can I take that as a challenge? Angel of Death? Huh…"

"You can bet on it! Great Lord of Disaster," her face followed custom, giving place to a mischevious expression as she felt the scent of a challenge.

In the past - like every member of the guild - the two of them as well duelled many times, and even as a tank and damage dealer who specialised the negation and redirection of damage, Esdeath usually had a hard time getting away from Ulbert's overpowered attacks.

"Hmmm…" Momonga stepped forward, chuckling amused. "Just like in old times." As he said this Ulbert immediately turned to him.

"Momonga-san, or should I say, Ainz?" his smirk never faltering, his black fur ever shining.

"Hmm… Both will do." Shaking hands like old times, Ulbert's goat eyes met with the red flames in Momonga's sockets, finding understanding right away.

"I think, you have already met a few servants in the past day. Amongst them, Demiurge."

"Yes, they already came to give their regards. The last day was quite exhausting…" with a tired smile; his head turned back to Momonga. "He told me as much as he could and left a detailed report on my desk." In the next moment, his hand was raised, pointing the papers on his desk.

"Oh, is that so," Ainz exclaimed, although he expected such thing from the strategic leader of Nazarick. His calculations — no matter what he said — were indeed impeccable.

"So…" his head slowly gazed through the two friends of his. "Care to elaborate what is with this "ten thousand years" plan of yours? Eh?"

"Well, that… Khmm." Ainz coughed false, even raising his clenched fist to add for effect.

Ulbert turned his gaze against Esdeath, expecting a firm answer. The goat demon's expression did not help at all; she just pulled her collar uncomfortable. "Yeah… That…"

"Well then…" his evil nature surfaced as he gained some material for amusement already. "Demiurge already told me his version of the past two hundred years. Now then, care to elaborate your version?"

His vision first turned to Esdeath, then in the end at Ainz.

Both friends sighed tiredly; it would be a long story. "Fine then." Ainz gave in in the end. "But it will be a long story with a lot of misunderstanding."

"Quite a lot of misunderstanding," Esdeath added curtly in the end, watching Momonga from the corner of her eyes. "And a lot of bullshitting."

"Well, mostly…" scratching his bald skull, Ainz couldn't help but feel, it would be indeed a discussion that would take his whole day to explain. He only hoped his hybrid friend would help him this time — As she usually just complicated things when she tried to clarify something.

"I love good stories. And it has been some time since we spoke. Kukukuku…" Folding his fingers on his lap, his devious smile befitting to a real villain — it made even Ainz shiver in his nonexistent skin.

Ainz felt he couldn't tell everything to him; it would be too embarrassing. Looking at Esdeath, he thought she felt the same way — seeing her face that now resembled more of a lobster than her usual greyish — pale — complexion. It could not be denied.

In the end, he merely waved his hand, summoning two chairs out of thin air. And thus, the long explanation started. "It all started in the night of transition."

And thus, the Sorcerer King started his tale. The true story of the great Sorcerer Kingdom.

The struggles, the good and the sad moments. Everything from the beginning.

Ainz and Esdeath only hoped Ulbert would still be alive after coughing up with his violent laughing fit.

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Scene Change: Falmart: Settlement Dreamscope: Near Fortress Gown:

""YOU!""

The voluptuous woman with blue skin and white tribal tattoos held her horrible weapon high. Her qualities were resembling of a dragon taking the shape of a human, her wings flapping violently as her thin arm held firmly her horrific scythe.

Facing her, a similar beauty with less proportioned — but not less beautiful body —glared. She was an elf, beautiful as she was, like God himself had blessed her with grace.

Holding her holy claymore against her enemy, her long ears twitched, befitting to her race. Her clothes were lavish, priest-like, adorned with the symbols of Flare — the god of Sunlight — like a flower, flourishing white and yellow. Though, her guise was much less exposing than her blue counterpart. You may call her appearance humble, but no less ceremonial.

They were:

"Giselle…"

"Granham…"

The spite from their tone was clearly audible and could not be denied.

Their lords' hatred against each other was well known, or more like, it couldn't be really called hatred — more like a massive distaste — the two deities nourished against each other for a long time.

No one knew when this distaste started — maybe it was not even personal, coming from their nature as the god of sun and the goddess of the underworld. As the two were like white and black, coming from their very nature.

The two women's glares continued for long moments; full, shining, jade green eyes clashed with golden slit oculars, making the poor maid waiting in the background tremble in hesitation.

To open her mouth, that would mean her end. Though, she should have, her lords entrusted her with the task to take care of the newcomers. Also, it was her task to keep the order — but as she lacked the strength and the will to do so — her only option was to activate the entrusted item, summoning the guards right away.

Though, that would not do. What would Yuri Alpha-sama — the one who entrusted her with the task — say if she couldn't solve a task this easy? She would be scolded once more, the thing she wanted to avoid at any cost.

"What are you doing here? Fiend!" The hate and disgust literally radiated from Granham's voice, her eyes changing from jade green to deep blue, blazing bright like the sun itself, signing the strength her Lord had entrusted her coursing through her veins.

"Hmph… I should ask the same, sunsucker! What the heck are you doing here exactly? Trying to stop me?" scoffed the blue demigoddess, her style not polite in the slightest.

Granham almost spat, and if not for the knowledge her lord was watching her, she would have certainly done so. "Obviously, not. Fiends like you could never understand my state of being here."

Their glares intensified, making the air crackle around the two maidens. The rattling of their teeth, the creaking of their weapons as they exerted more and more force — the sound was clearly audible even outside from the room.

"Pl-Please, Lady Granham, Lady Giselle…" shuttered the nervous girl.

""SHUT UP!""

"Okay…" The intense shout surprised the servant so much, her face turned dry and indifferent, with a slight drop of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Nailing their weapons once more, the two girls were utterly prepared to rush and slash until both of them turned into a bloody paste.

As they both were demigods, they couldn't possibly die in a natural, or unnatural way. Even if their heads were separated from their bodies, it would be only an annoyance — as they needed to spend the time until their ascension headless, asking someone to join the two separated parts together once more.

Watching them, the maid was now prepared and muttered her warning words. "Please, Giselle-sama, Granham-sama. If you clash here, I might have to call the guards, or even Yuri-sama to place order amongst you."

The two apostles just eyed the maid — scoffed and turned back to each other — seemingly wholly ignoring the poor girl. "I will cut down your head then give it to the minotaur of the Arrun Labyrinth."

"Tch. Not if I do it first!"

"Bitch!"

"Whore!" spat the two, and lunged towards each other wild.

Fortunately — seeing the growing tension — the maid had already activated the scroll that contained the [Message] spell and notified Yuri Alpha, the Vice Captain of the Pleiades battle maid squad— who was appointed to monitor the accommodation of the ambassadors near hill Dalnus and act as a security force if needed.

…

To know what caused this unlikely meeting and clash, the reader needs to be aware of one crucial detail before judging the seemingly avoidable encounter.

Unfortunately, being numerous ambassadors and similarly high ranked — both Sorcerous Kingdom citizens and freshly arriving locals — individuals were stationed, and arrived day by day near Fortress Gown, the city architects slowly started to run out of places where they could build.

If this went on, they'd need to expand the hastily growing — already sizable — settlement once more. Most likely push towards the forest that was already dangerously close.

Even with the undead workforce of the Sorcerous Kingdom and using conjuration magic to construct buildings, the builders could not create enough accommodation for all of the freshly arrived people that quickly. Not without seriously threatening the prosperity of the settlement and the comfort of the people.

Naturally, they could use items or magic to expand the inner dimensional space of the buildings, but that kind of comfort and ability was reserved to the Supreme Beings, their servants and the highest ranked members of the kingdom.

The magic of that calibre was hard to conjure, even harder to make it permanent. Only the Sorcerer King and his servants were capable of that.

…

The wooden floor cracked as Giselle and Granham charged against each other, entirely prepared to end, or at least embitter each other's life. Or, speaking otherwise, to cut each other to tiny pieces — as they couldn't really kill each other permanently, thanks to the nature of the demigod bodies they possessed — as mentioned previously.

Their blades fell. The cursed scythe of Giselle and the holy blade of Granham.

Their clash would be legendary. Unfortunately, they did not expect what happened next.

'Clang!'

A new maid flashed between them; her green, spiked gauntlets easily blocked the two holy artefacts. The armguards that made her usual frail and elegant upper arms so bulky.

One more move and her fists found their way in the solar plexus of each demigoddess, making them stumble immediately. One more strike and they were on the ground, spatting blood heavily.

Struggling to get up and regain their bearings, Granham and Giselle watched the appeared lady with a hazy, groggy vision.

"May I know why our guests are trying to destroy Ainz-sama's establishment?" Her words were cold, calculating. She pushed up her spectacles on her nose, a move that gave her the intimidating aura of a teacher.

"That's…" Giselle bit her lip, but froze right away, feeling the cold aura Yuri started to emit. It was like back then. Like when those monsters captured her dragon and dragged her here in captivity.

Granham gulped, her heart starting to beat faster than ever before. Her face and the tips of her ears flustered right away.

Despite the cold aura the maid gave off, she was the most charming thing she had ever seen.

Wearing elegant glasses and a broad, blue necklace, her look was intelligent, yet, bore an absolute beauty. Like a person who had been melded by the gods themselves. She wore her hair tied into a low-cropped bun at the back of her head. Lacking a metal plate in front of her skirt, her dress emphasized mobility rather than defence.

As a warrior, Granham preferred her mate to be strong and beautiful, and her mighty gauntlets just made Yuri even more enticing in her eyes. With a flustered look, the apostle of Flare turned her head away.

"Honorable apostles. May I know what happened?" Yuri's gaze was scolding, like a strict teacher watching them with a strict look.

Suddenly, the elf and the member of the dragon tribe glared at each other, waiting for each other to answer first.

Slightly frustrated by the lack of answer, Yuri turned to the maid. "Siesta, what happened?"

"We-Well… Yuri-sama. I wanted to escort Giselle-sama in her room, but it turned out we ran out of free rooms appointed to diplomats not long before Aura-sama brought her back."

"She is a captive?" Yuri raised her brow, and thanks to her undead nature — as she was a Dullahan — her expression remained cold all along. "Why did you want to accommodate her as a diplomat then?"

"Well, according to Aura-sama who, forgive me for the wording, — "dragged her back" — she is officially a captive of the kingdom. But according to Akemi-sama's orders, she is the representative of one of the deities of this world. As such, according to the protocols, she gained a diplomatic appraisal."

"I see…" Her eyes turned back to them, then the maid. "You should have notified me first, requesting one of our spare quarters for her."

"I-I… I am deeply sorry, Yuri-sama! I just started to work here not long ago! I don't exactly know how things work around the diplomatic housing — officially speaking."

"Didn't you receive a clarification to be appointed in this position?"

"Ye-yes! But there are so many protocols, and other things to memorize about this place, it slipped out of my mind. Please, forgive me!" she bowed deeply, and Yuri could only nod.

It was why she was appointed for such position. Amongst the Pleiades, she was the one with the highest positive karma. As such, she could handle simple people with greater care and understanding.

"I see," she nodded understanding. "Please, next time notify your superior or the closest appointed Lich and ask them. They will know what to do if an unknown case appears."

"I-I see… Thank you."

"As for you, honoured apostles." It was like Yuri's eyes flashed behind her spectacles, eying the two girls with a hard gaze. "Next time, please avoid a clash in the quarters. If you altogether can't contain your lust of battle, we have an appointed arena where you can derive the stress by fighting."

"…"

Indeed, Granham had seen that small arena.

It was not much, but the small place near the border of the town was indeed finely made. Sturdy and reliable, passing it, she had heard numerous clashes and explosions — magical explosions.

It seemed — amongst these people — not only the warriors, but the magic casters also competed by duelling each other. Flare also liked the honourable battle; it pleased him when people solved the situation either through diplomacy or honourable combat.

"…" Humming, Yuri inspected Granham and Giselle once more. "If you can't contain yourselves either way, I may have to petition the removal of your diplomatic status, then place you in custody for the time being."

"Duly noted," spat Giselle with a sour look. "Where can I get food? I am kinda hungry."

"The appointed canteen of the ambassadors is nearby. Siesta will lead you there. You can eat as much as you like. Though, certain exotic meals and the alcohol will cost money; referring to 'certain' accidents in the past."

Giselle could only scowl. How dare they demand money from her — the apostle of Hardy, the goddess of the underworld — even the thought was revolting!

"Tch…"

Clicking her tongue she can't help it. Despite knowing the obvious power difference between her and the newcomers, she would never let such a thing happen.

"And if I don't pay?" she probed her luck, though she expected a specific answer.

Pushing her glasses once more, Yuri expected such a question. "According to the diplomatic protocols, the money will be collected from the diplomat's home nation. In your case, the Belnago Shrine. But being our agents have not yet reached the place, you will be forced to pay off by yourself, either by working for the embassy for the time being, or another way."

"You can do that?"

"Yes, we can. According to Ainz-sama's doctrines, you need to earn your meal, slackers are hardly tolerated." Giselle froze, watching at Granham with a pale expression. Then, thinking of it, her face turned confident. Yuri said she sported a diplomatic status now, they inevitably would not force a diplomat to dirty their hands with mere works.

"Hmm… we will see…" she bit back, a snarky response Yuri only accepted with a nod.

"Siesta, I will entrust them to you. I will try to get Giselle-dono a spare room."

"A-As you wish, Yuri-Sama," the maid bowed deeply.

Nodding, Yuri was on to leave, when Granham stopped her.

"Wait, one more question. Or more like two?"

"Yes?"

"What is your name? Who are you?"

"I am Yuri Alpha. Vice-Captain of the Pleiades," she posed slightly, pushing her chest forward taking a teacher-like pose. Just like her creator Yamaiko, her posture just radiated her bossy attitude.

Granham just gaped, feeling the authority she emitted. Then… "Your second question?"

"Wha?" This caught her off guard, for a moment making her gape like a fish. "Oh! Yes! When can I meet with those Supreme Beings you spoke of? Your gods? I was sent here by the council of gods! I have an urgent invitation to pass! It would be most urgent to speak with your leaders."

"Hmmm… Ainz-sama and Esdeath-sama are quite busy right now, due to…" Yuri looked to the sides. She as well had been notified the return of Ulbert Alain Odle, but thanks to her numerous duties she couldn't yet meet him to give her regards — Ohh! How she wished for Lady Yamaiko's return. Also, every servant was ordered to not speak about the return of the Supreme Being in the open. Thus, her mouth was sealed.

She only hoped Lord Ainz would find her creator soon.

"…Due to certain circumstances, the Supreme Beings are swamped in the current days. Thought, hearing your urgent task, I can arrange a meeting with Lady Albedo or Lord Demiurge. Their position warrants your invitation will reach either Lord Ainz or Lady Esdeath's ears."

"Oi! Oi! My task is just as important!" cut in the middle Giselle with a sour face. "Lady Hardy also wants to meet those supreme whatever! Because of this, she wants… No! She demands they meet her right away! Especially that goddess that first stepped through the portal she opened! She has a special offer to her."

"Hmmm… Is that so? You say… she opened," Yuri pushed her spectacles, and the light dropped in such an angle that hid her beautiful eyes.

Giselle just nodded confidently.

Siesta shuddered in the sides, feeling the temperature dropping drastically in the room, the intense radiation originating from Yuri.

"I will relay the request. I promise nothing more, as I am a simple servant of the Supreme Beings. But until then…" Her eyes squinted. "Please, try to behave, or I may be forced to put you in custody."

Both girls nodded, and Yuri bowed one last time. "Take care until then. If you have further questions, the staff will answer it gladly. Notify them if you need me, and I will come as fast as I can."

With that, Yuri flashed away once more, using her special skill.

"Hmmm…" Ignoring Siesta, in the next moment, on Giselle's face, a triumphant smirk grew. "As I suspected, you are only here to steal Hardy-sama's moment of triumph. The god of yours is indeed jealous of my impeccable lady. As expected, but what a shame, as a god, Flare-sama should have been more considerable. Or, it is only his apostle that is such a sore loser."

"That's not!" the apostle of Flare blushed and grew furious. How dare this dona insult her god?

"Oh! I see! You like that maid. Such a loser!"

"You!" Granham almost used her Claymore, but in the next moment, she held her hand, knowing the consequences. "If you want to know that much, Flare-sama himself appointed me to this important task, for the request of the heavenly council."

"Hmph… Of course." Giselle mocked her with a smirk.

She, of course, suspected Granham told the truth. But it was just too much fun messing with the demigoddess — that although was older than her — never could understand sarcasm.

"Just stay out of my way. Or an accident may befall on you. Your pretty head might find itself buried deep enough, so you will never find it." With that, Granham left the room with a huffish pout, for the joy of Giselle who smirked like a madwoman.

"You can always try."

Siesta just sighed, shaking her head. "Hey! Maid!" Giselle called her in the next moment.

"Ye-Yes!?"

"Where is that canteen that other maid mentioned? I am kinda hungry…" patting her flat stomach; it imitated the mating call of the whales. "And thirsty. I want the best ale this madhouse can offer."

"Thi-This way!" Leading the way, everyone left the room.

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Scene Change: Hill Arnus: JSDF base:

Above the octagonal encirclement, several jets left their mark, leaving behind a steady condense line as they raced with each other, making pirouettes and air tricks in the heavens.

Under them, on the ground, steady manoeuvres of several tanks and infantry took formation, reinforcing the base's several key points.

It had been several days since the connection with the other side had been restored.

How the disruption of the connection had happened, even the specialists were clueless about it.

One moment there was a connection with Mother Earth, and in the next, it was gone! No contact with Earth for around fifteen days.

Then, as time passed, suddenly, everything turned back to normal, and the connection with the other side restored miraculously.

The scholars and "supernatural experts" previously hired and stationed in Arnus also had no idea what had happened. Even Rory, Master Kato, and Lelei were clueless about what really had caused the sudden switch.

Because of the unsightly accident, and the fright it caused, the nations of UN and Japan decided to station much more forces and military resources — such as tanks, provisions, ammunition, etc. — on the other side. Reinforcing the base and expanding it — avoiding a possible risk of invasion — on both sides.

Of course, all of it meant more paperwork. Much more paperwork for Hazama, the commander and coordinator of the base.

"..."

Closing the dossier, his eyes turned on the man sitting before him. Crossing his arms.

"So, did you decide, Lieutenant General Hazama?" called him the Afro American man, his voice carrying a heavy Texan accent and was thick as a baritone. Wearing his green uniform and the badge of the UN, his deep brown eyes were piercing.

Hazama hummed, folding his fingers on his table.

Eyeing the new bane of his existence for a long moment, before him sat the security inspector the UN had appointed to examine the operations of the base — for the displeasure of the Japanese government of course.

All of it was referring to the security risk that rose not long ago. A threat that proved severe security risk to not only Japan, but mother Earth. Warnings that warranted the UN to take more decisive actions.

The aggressive expansion of the Sorcerous Kingdom, the arisen demonic threat, and the sudden disruption of connection between Earth, and Falmart gate warranted their action, and it was not without evidence.

Hazama was aware of that; such a threat could not be ignored. Yet, it was a little too much. The UN had gone too far this time.

"No, I will certainly not authorise such thing. No matter what the UN says, this is still a Japanese operation, with all the responsibility and benefit we gained by it. If I authorize the replacement of half of the staff and infantry by UN rookies coming from different nations, that will pose a huge security risk. My men are trained, battle-worn veterans. They have proved their worth under dangerous situations and numerous operations. Sending them to a forced leave right now is nothing more than — and please forgive me for the word I will use — wantonness. It would prove nothing than our irresponsibility in the situation."

The security inspector just sighed, shaking his head. "Look, Lieutenant General. I know what it is. But my superiors have ordered me. The Security Council deemed it necessary to replace the exhausted crew with fresh UN soldiers. This was their condition when they allowed the structure and base to remain in Japanese hands, to remain operational at all. After what happened, only a few votes separated the decision to dismantle the structure. Blow it up completely. "

Sweating, Hazama tried to show his steely expression. But it was hard under the current circumstances.

He was aware, even if they retreated, there was no guarantee the demons didn't already already know their way to Earth. And after what happened with the capital of the empire, he doubted their casualties would be low once that happened.

"Absolutely out of the question. I request the revision of the decision! Sending untrained rookies in a possible battle zone? People who are not even aware of what awaits them here?!"

"You have the right to petition it, of course. And I will relay your worries and observation to the council," the security inspector crossed his muscular arms. "But I would not expect them to change their mind so suddenly. The people who finance the bigwigs want their authority over the lands. No matter what."

"I suppose you are right," Hazama sighed, wiping his sweat with his handkerchief. Then his eyes nailed back the man.

In reality, he was not that bad. If not for his work, he and Hazama could even have been friends, what made him the bad guy in the current situation was his orders and his job.

"Still, I will fill that revision form. I just can't allow the replacement of my veteran soldiers with rookies who don't even know what awaits them here. Not speaking about it all looks like an attempt to invade a Japanese administrative area without permission. Also, I will petition the inspection of the current UN forces. I receive more and more reports about their abuse of authority."

"Umu… I also heard them. Don't worry about that. Our investigation force has already found the responsible personnel and taken them to custody. They are awaiting their court trial back on Earth."

"I am glad to hear that," stated Hazama with a steely gaze.

A knocking sound came from the direction of the door, making the two men turn their attention.

"Come in!"

The door opened, revealing the always firm Yanagida.

"Oh! Lieutenant General, Sir! If you have a moment."

"One moment, first lieutenant. We just finished with the discussion with the Chief Security Inspector."

"Sir!" Yanagida saluted respectfully; the Afro American man just nodded in response, standing up. Then turning back to Hazama, he only said one more thing.

"Lieutenant General. Just a fair warning before I leave."

"And what will it cost me?"

"Nothing. Just a little rumour from a person who is concerned about the situation."

Hazama nodded sweating, awaiting the bad news. And the security inspector told him the bad news.

"If I've heard it right. The Chinese and Russian bureaucrats are pushing their participation more and more in the berks of UN. If this goes on, they will gain a permit to send small investigation teams in the area."

"I see. Thank you." Hazama was angry, he almost trembled. Both Yanagida and the inspector recognised his frustration right away.

"Lieutenant General. I bid you good day."

"The same to you, Chief Security Inspector." Saluting to each other, the man left, leaving Yanagida to take the stage.

Sitting down, Hazama could only sigh. It was a long day. And he felt it would only be longer after this.

"Bad news, Sir?"

"Don't even ask, First Lieutenant. Damn UN…" he muttered slowly, then turned back his attention to the man standing before him.

"Let's see what you brought me this time. This can't be worse after all."

"Of course, Sir. I think this report will interest you." Pushing the dossier with the report before Hazama, the Lieutenant General inspected the contents of it.

Nodding, it was indeed strange. "Hmm. Interesting. Fetch those "Supernatural Experts" — the UN forced on us — and of course, First Lieutenant Itami and his "team". I have a task for them."

Yanagida nodded with an "Understood." then left the office.

Leaning back in his cheap chair — that creaked under his weight — Hazama felt, this would either lead to an interesting development or an utter catastrophe.

---

Scene Change: Near the Capital of the Empire: Molt's private estate:

Thanks to the constant effort of the SKEF and the JSDF, the restoration of the Imperial Capital was going in full steam. It had been around one and a half months since Jaldabaoth's attack took place, and the city looked better than ever.

The streets had been cleaned, a new cistern system had been built underneath the city. A cistern system with the self-maintenance ecosystem. Filled with slimes that eagerly devourrd then repurposed the waste the denizens of the town produced.

Using such seemingly meaningless monsters was advantageous in many aspects. First, they were harmless, or at least, most of the time they were peaceful. As a cleaner brigade under the city, they required no payment or another service, the small creatures systematically eradicated every scrap the citizens could throw at them and be filled with it for the time being.

The problem arose when their numbers overflew thanks to the trash the people produced. In those times, their numbers rapidly increased, bailing out from the cistern system to seek food or more place to live.

Occasionally attacking people to earn their meal. Because of this, undead units, soldiers and occasionally hired adventurers patrolled such unsightly places, exterminating the surplus creatures.

You need to be aware when you think about slimes, that amongst them there were many that were peaceful, but there also existed specific subspecies that mainly devoured living beings, even humans, demi-humans, and there were even ones that specialized to degrade heteromorph beings like insectoids — though, the latter slimes were really rare and usually monitored by governmental agencies.

Using the corrosive acid-like substance, which constructed their bodies, they were able to do that.

Another danger of the race was their rapid mutation and growth. Being the creatures devoured everything — examples existed when they merely changed type or simply subspecies after changing diet.

The durable creatures could simply change their diet from waste to living, or unliving beings if the situation warranted such a thing.

But let's not bother with measly slimes for now, as it was only a curiosity that will be important later.

Instead, let's change our point of view to the small party near the capital.

A party that took place on Emperor Molt's private residence, organised by Princess Pina Co Lada.

Celebrating the defeat of the demon emperor, and an important holiday of the kingdom — the Sorcerer King Thanksgiving.

There were more than fifty similar holidays the residents of the kingdom celebrated, as each of the celebrated days either revered one from the Forty One, all of them, or a momentous occasion that was important for the citizens of the Sorcerous kingdom.

Such celebration was this, the Sorcerer King Thanksgiving. Under this holiday most of the people were forbidden to work, feasted and celebrated the justified rule of the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown.

Usually, on the streets of Carne — the capital of the Sorcerous Kingdom — a huge procession took place. Showing off the wealth and the prosperity the Sorcerer King brought on the nation when first appeared. Showing where one could lead if a justified, wise royalty ruled over his subjects.

Under the holiday, free food was distributed for the poor, the churches and hospitals provided the treatment that usually cost money for free, food abundance, and similar things had been gifted to those who were not so fortunate.

There was even a lottery under the day, and who won it usually was granted a wish. Almost anything could be wished — between reasonable borders of course.

…

Looking around, numerous senators and diplomats mingled with each other. Important people of the Empire, the Sorcerous Kingdom and the people of United Nations, amongst them Japan.

The guards that guarded the event mostly came from the Empire, the remains of the Emperor's veteran Praetorian Guard force — though, thanks to the recent events their numbers had greatly diminished, they still represented a significant force.

Watching the present abundance of food and wealth, a few of them gulped enviously. The food and particular wares the United Nation diplomats and the Sorcerous Kingdom representatives had brought with themselves were indeed great.

The Empire had already signed the Vassalization treaty, though, they still had a few months before it took effect as its fullest.

They were heavily outgunned, two dragons looming over their head, waiting to feast on the carcass that remained from the empire. Even a totally deluded zealot would see that now.

As such, under such circumstances, no loyal subject of the emperor could have a good shut-eye.

"..."

Looking around, watching the snakes mingling with each other, the crown prince of Ainz Ooal Gown grimaced. He really hated such parties, if you asked him it was all a waste of money, only serving the vanity who willingly participated and enjoyed the political mingling.

For Beelzebub who preferred wearing his armour and practice with his sword, displaying himself clothed by the royal, buttoned formal suit he was wearing now was a real pain in the ass. Only the served alcohol granted some grief.

Hearing the politicians trying to earn his good grace was even harder to bear.

"Oh! Prince Beelzebub! That was good! Hahaha! Such a jester you are your majesty!"

With a forced smile, he simply nodded, drinking his whiskey-like drink — without ice of course.

Being the next in the line for the throne, and the first son of his father, he had learned early to keep the conversation in the line — passively, not even caring what the people said to him.

Now, he was really glad his mother had taught him this skill when he was a kid.

In his fifties — that still counted as the early teens for an ageless demon/undead hybrid like he was — he had reached the level of the skill that he did not even need to pay attention anymore. Merely hearing the babbling of the people around him, his thoughts wandering, he could actively join back the conversation whenever he wished.

"Hmmm… Indeed, a good joke often raises the spirit."

"As you say," nodded the elderly senator. "Say... Have you met my daughter, Helene? I am sure the two of you would get along well."

"Hmmm… I can't say I've met her, Senator Lucius."

"Please, Lucius will do," obliged the grizzled man, raising his hand.

"Then, Lucius-dono. I am sure Lady Helene is quite charming. Maybe if you bring her to the next party, you can introduce her."

"Hmmm… I will surely bring her next time. Unfortunately, she is preparing for her exam in the Magical Academy of Rondel. Talented child she is with great magical prowess. Of course, I, and her mother often berated her due to her choice of path. Why pursue magic when you could build your political career or find a good husband? Parent a few strong soldiers - the Empire desperatedly needs. But she was always like that, a wild child…" the elder man chuckled, remembering his daughter, caressing his bare chin with a satisfied expression.

"Hah…"

For the outside, Beelzebub nodded charmingly, but deep inside, he could only sigh. Since he stepped in the estate, the people around — mostly the senators — tried to court him with their daughters, sell them like a good ware. And honestly, it started to feel annoying. He felt like home — staying in one of the parties someone had organised from the kingdom.

"Hmmm… Don't say that, Lucius-dono. The pursuit of knowledge is important. Father always said so. And I completely agree with him. With more knowledge, your daughter could open paths previously closed before her. Don't you want her to live a prosperous, happy life?"

"Hmm… You may be right," hummed the senator.

"If you want, I can recommend her to the Magical Academy of Carne. I know the principal — who's also the leader of our kingdom's magical association — personally. I can say a few good words for her if you want it."

"Ah! Thank you! Your Majesty that would be delightful. I am sure she would be charmed," the elder man beamed a smile, and Beelzebub patted his shoulder reassuring.

It was like home; many nobles came into his, his mother's, and his father's way, subtly offering their daughter's hand. — A few girls were less than ten. And these people were simply offering their hand to him for pre-arranged mariage, just like vendors at the fair.

Turning his head, watching his younger sister — who was also forced to mingle with these people, he could only pity her, knowing she was in the same boat.

Marrying underage kids, according to these people was acceptable. But according to Beelzebub, it was just weird.

He was aware, under their history there were times when it was a completely natural process if noble houses married away children at a young age. You may say it was traditional.

Even in his father's domain, only after Ainz outlawed underage marriage, it became banned in the Sorcerous Kingdom — for the uproar of many people he may say, or as he heard — thus even if Beelzebub wanted to marry someone like that —that he not — he would not be able to marry someone so young. Also, even if he was a royal heir, the laws his father decreed applied at him equally as everyone else.

He was not above the law, as only the Supreme Beings stood above the law.

His father always said, of course, to marry who he likes; he would not force him in a pre-arranged marriage because that would bear no good. Usually, such relationships ended up ruining both sides as neither of them wanted to do for the relationship actively.

"..."

Subtly turning to Serene, he could only offer a subtle, sympathetic nod from afar — surrounded by many ladies, inquiring about her home and casually gossiping, his sister just frowned back unpleasant.

Beelzebub loved his sister, and honestly, now he felt pity for her.

She hated the parties much more than he did — and got bored from them harder than his brother did so. After all, she was like her mother, made the same vow as her mother. Only those who defeat her can earn her hand.

A vow that contained only one problem. Aside from a few denizens of Nazarick, no one could really defeat her. And watching the pace she advanced with her studies and training session, one day she could even challenge Lord Cocytus or her aunt — when it came to technique and handling her weapon.

That day was still far of course, but it would eventually come if she continued like this. If that happened, no one would earn her hand – ever, and she would die — not naturally as after a certain age, she stopped aging — alone, or killed by one of the challengers.

A sad fate for an immortal being. A fate Beelzebub wished for no one. Even for his worst enemies.

Lowering his head, he started to mutter. "Sad fate… No one deserves…"

"Oh, Prince Beelzebub. You said something?" inquired Lucius worried.

"Ah, nothing. Please don't bother with me. Just sometimes, these parties are really exhausting. Please forgive me once more."

"Umu… I understand your concern. My poor wife. She can't really participate anymore because her nerves can't take it."

"Ah, my condolences."

"Thank you…"

Continuing the chat, Belzebub came to know, Lucius was not an evil man. Moreover, he was reasonably concerned about the fate of the Empire and the common people. A virtue not many bureaucrats could say they had, even if we think about the Sorcerous Kingdom.

Sadly, corruption was present even in the berks of their own parliament, no matter the strict rules and his father's constant effort to weed out corruption without a trace. People remained people after all.

Sighing once more, a pleasant voice hit his ears. A view he thought he would not see at this party.

"Oh! Beelzebub, you are here?"

Stepping to him, it was the burgundy princess of the Empire, Piña Co Lada.

Watching her for a moment, she wore the gown so specific of these people — If he remembered it right from his studies, in the ancient Rome of Earth, people wore such toga-like white dresses every day.

It was strange because most of the women in the party wore either the kimono-like costumes — the Japanese delegation gifted them — or the ones they received from the Sorcerous Kingdom as a gift. They did so only to show off their new style. Making their rivals green in envy.

"Women…" this speculation ran through his mind right away.

Unlike other women in the party, Piña was reserved. Only a necklace and a few gold bracelets adorned her limbs, showing a little cleavage on her chest area. Yet, her beauty penetrated the crowd.

"Oh, your majesty!" Lucius bowed deeply, giving the proper respect to the fifth child of the Emperor.

Despite the failing support of Molt, he still possessed enough supporters in the Senate to call for proper respect.

Because everyone knew, without him the Empire would have fallen into chaos long ago, without him, either the JSDF or the SKEF would have merely trampled over them long ago. Only thanks to him they could negotiate from such a good stand — compared to the situation they are in.

"Princess Piña," he nodded, though, he could barely suffocate the red of his face seeing her radiating beauty.

Snickering, Lucius recognised it from first sight what was between the two — or, he suspected what was between the two.

Giving a quick glance to his side, he played his part. "Ah! Marius! My good friend! Please forgive me, your Majesty! There is a friend of mine I need to speak urgently. I hope it is not a problem. I will introduce the two of you later.

"Oh!" Beelzebub nodded understanding. "Of course, we will speak later, Lucius-dono."

With that, the elder left, leaving the two youngsters alone. But before he turned away, he gave Beelzebub a dubious wink. A wink he could only accept with a surprised expression.

"…"

Long moments of awkwardness descended between the two after the senator left, as they tried to come up with something to start the conversation. In the end, it was Piña who began the talking.

"It has been some time since we last met."

"Indeed. Unfortunately, the last month had been quite busy. Jaldabaoth left tremendous destruction in his wake."

"Di-Did you manage to find him?"

Piña's face mirrored her legitimate concern, still having nightmares about the night of the invasion. And it was not surprising, everyone who survived that night trembled to remember the return of the Demon Emperor. Everyone who survived remembered his terrific entrance and pledge of destruction.

Beelzebub's face contorted, watching his slowly diminishing drink. "Unfortunately, no. Even father was unable to locate him. And he usually always finds who he is looking for. I fear, the mother of all darkness will return if we don't find him and take care of the demon Emperor once for all."

"Mother of darkness?" Piña tilted her head, knowing not what the young prince was speaking about. Whatever was this "mother of all darkness" it could not possibly mean good for the Empire and its people.

"Do you believe in superstitions, Piña? Legends about forgotten gods, primordial beings?"

Looking around, watching the now pacified dragon hatchling slowly devouring the meat the servant served —the same dragon hatchling Aura had tamed as her pet and now peacefully swallowed its meal — the princess couldn't help but start to believe in such things.

Around it, many nobles mingled, like it was completely natural doing it in the presence of a beast that could destroy a nation. It's owner — Aura — showcasing her monster, eating with a joyous expression, chatting with the people amidst her crackle.

"I fear, after what has happened, since your arrival, I can't afford not to believe in such things. It would be simply treacherous against those who died on the battlefield."

"I understand your concern, and I am glad you think the same way as I." Beelzebub placed his hand on her shoulder, patting it gently, encouragingly.

Clenching her fist, she remembered. All those dead. All those crippled, terrified soldiers.

The Empire had lost more than sixty percent of its total fighting strength in less than two months, the unified army of its allied vassals had been devastated, unable to fight anymore. The whole integrity of her nation balanced on a knife's edge!

She couldn't allow herself to ignore things anymore and live with her head buried under the sand.

SHE JUST COULDN'T!

Doing it, living in a world of delusion — like her brother Zorzal — would have catastrophic consequences. The only thing she could do was to push forward, for her father, for her nation! For their very survival!

"Who is this, "mother of all darkness" exactly, you spoke about."

"It would be a better question, what it is." Beelzebub's expression turned stern, for the worry of Piña.

"What do you mean?"

"She, or rather "it" is darkness incarnate. According to father, she came from the void itself and was the first being that appeared in the long night. Her only goal is to extinguish all life, wage war until the end of time. He and aunt defeated her once, but not without dying of course."

"Dy-dying!?" Piña flabbergasted. After what she saw that night, after what happened. There was no way someone could kill a god-like being like Ainz was!

All around the Empire she had received the report that more and more shrines appeared, worshipping the newly arrived deity who chased away the Demon Emperor and beat back the demonic invasion single-handedly.

Speaking about his immortal soldiers mounting terrific horses that ate souls. Talking about the messengers of death, the black armoured soldiers of the newly emerged God of Death. His angels were soaring the skies in grey armours, judging anyone with their devilish eyes that dare to say a wrong word about their lord.

A new religion started to surface worshipping the Forty One.

"Wait a minute!" she pointed at Beelzebub. "You said your aunt also participated in the fight. You spoke about her previously. Don't say there is more of like your father!?"

"Well…" Beelzebub starched his face awkwardly. "Didn't I mention her to you before? Or did you simply ignore me?"

These thoughts popped up in his mind in a sarcastic manner, but he just ignored them for the time being and returned to the conversation.

"I spoke about her and my father's companion before. They were the founders of our nation after all."

"You don't say…" Piña sweatdropped.

"Yes, I say." Beelzebub drank his drink.

Suddenly, Piña realised one thing, turning pale as a white wall. "If you spoke about her… that means…"

"Yes, "The mother of all darkness" is who called Jaldabaoth to life. If you ask me, the Demon Emperor's goal was to introduce sacrifice for its master, bring her back by conducting his ritual."

"Tell me you will not allow that."

"If it's up to me, I would stop him. Unfortunately…" the reinforced glass cracked then shattered in his hand but left no mark on his impeccable, soft skin. "Father advises against it. He still thinks I am a child…!" the last part was only muttered by him, but it was well enough for Piña to not pry the theme anymore.

Seeing the stressed state of Beelzebub, she immediately changed the topic. "By the way, where is Lady Eleanor? I saw Lady Serene, even spoke with her a few words. But…"

His expression softened, gazing in the far, brushing off the shards of glass from his hand — The shards the nearby imp immediately cleaned from the ground.

"She is officially away, negotiating with a few lesser lords in the nearby country. If I remember it right, the country's name was Alguna. Your brother also accompanied her, saying she will need his "diplomatic skills" and "aura of command" for the negotiations."

Hearing this, Piña could only snicker, elegantly covering her lower face not to give away her amusement. Her brother and diplomacy? Better said, a brute in a porcelain factory.

Diplomacy was the art where you said to the dog: 'nice doggie' until you found a rock. It was not for blunt and direct people like Zorzal was. She only hoped Lady Eleanor was apt enough to steer clear of such a thing. Else, they would experience the battle of Dalnus once more.

"…" Sighing she could only shake her head scoldingly and tired.

It was the interest of Alguna to keep a good relationship with their new neighbours. As with the vassalization of the Empire, the previous provinces of the nation immediately gained independence from their captors. Of course, this did not mean the Empire couldn't conquer them once again at a later time.

In truth, no one knew why the Sorcerous Kingdom did this. It was a step — that at first — made no sense.

"…"

Watching the vast "flame dragon hatchling" sitting only around twenty meters from them, Piña couldn't help but adore the beast, and question the young teen's safety — and sanity — who petted the colossal creature so casually.

She was a tomboyish looking child with dark skin and pointed ears, a signature trait of the dark elves. She had golden hair and heterochromia, her left being eye blue and right eye green.

With the exception of her hair and a few fundamental differences, her appearance hauntingly resembled the adventurer — Raidyn — or, she thought so. Reading a book that listed and showed the famous adventurers — and their heroic deeds — of the Kingdom, she couldn't think of anything else.

Like usual, Aura wore her reddish-black dragon scale leather covered by a white and gold vest embroidered with the sigil of Ainz Ooal Gown.

Below it, she had a matching set of white trousers and gold plated shoes, and around her neck was an acorn necklace emitting golden light. She was equipped with a whip around her waist.

"Is that child mad!?" Piña almost shouted, seeing Aura yank the Flame Dragon's ear — as it tried to snatch away her cake — making the creature growl for a moment, then whimper as she glared at it.

"Oh! She…?" Beelzebub smirked. "Don't worry about her. She knows what she is doing."

"Who is she?"

"She is Aura Bella Fiora, father's hunt master and one of the heads of the elf council at home."

"Then that dragon…"

"She tamed it…" Beelzebub told the truth uncaring. "According to her, it is quite weak. She needs much more training to make it stronger. And in truth, she has a few more dragons under her command. All of them bigger and stronger than this one."

"You don't say…" Piña deadpanned, not wanting to believe him.

Nodding, Beelzebub pointed at the huge, white rabbit with needle-like moustache docilely playing with the nearby children.

The animal was literally as big as a truck, and several children climbed on it, playing and having fun, caressing its soft fur.

"See that rabbit? That is a needle rabbit. Aura-dono has a few of them."

"I see. Despite its size, it seems pretty harmless."

"That's where you are wrong, Piña. That animal alone can end a nation under one day once it gets loose. Moreover, it can easily bite through the throat of the mature Flame Dragon, Momon and Raidyn-dono slew— with the help of the JSDF and Rory-dono." The last part he muttered.

Her face paled immediately, watching the rabbit once more. Unable to imagine that harmless looking rabbit to harm anyone.

She just arrived, but she'd rather go back to her room and have a good bath. She couldn't take this anymore.

"…!"

Turning her head, stuffing her face with some cake, she needed something that would relieve her tension. Sugawara and the young Sherry Tyueli came in her attention right away.

Young Sherry was only twelve, but she had already found her calculation, nagging the Japanese diplomat to introduce her to the other Nihon bureaucrats all around.

Piña could only sigh, hoping one day it would be that easy with the kingdom that was currently occupying them. "Usually it is like this?"

"What do you mean?" Beelzebub asked back, knowing not what she was referring to.

"The parties of the Sorcerous Kingdom. What are they like?"

"Hmm… Usually, fancy."

"Not helping," Piña quietly snorted, pouting slightly. This was not what she asked for.

"Honestly?"

"Yes…"

"The abundance of food, place, drink and magnificence. The amount of wine consumed by those parties can easily fill a lake. I never liked such events. Even father only participates when it's absolutely necessary. Usually sending his attaché or mother to substitute him." His look turned sour, playing with his drink he fetched from the nearby server. Remembering, under his childhood, his father rarely had time to train him or take care of his own son.

It was not surprising; many lines ran together under his hand. Ainz had a nation to lead; he had Nazarick to control. And under the years Beelzebub learned to accept this and oblige according to the best of his ability, help his father whenever he could.

Watching Piña for a moment, he suspected she was the same. This was the curse of the royal heirs. The burden of "them"… The curse that every ruler and their children had to bear.

They needed to grow up fast, accepting the lack of parental concern. Remain strong, bear the burden and under the way grow into a true heir, or break under the strain and be cast away.

The Sorcerer King's distaste for parties and a busy schedule was a well known information all around the kingdom, thus, giving it away gave no edge to the Empire.

Beelzebub always made sure to give away only as much information that was necessary. Enough to satisfy Piña and others, but nothing crucial that may endanger his father's domain.

The Sorcerer King was always busy, he rather worked for his people than waste his time in meaningless parties, mingling with bureaucrats. That was a well known truth. And because of this, the common people loved and adored him day after day.

"…"

"Ah! I see. So that's it. I hope I can see it one day."

"Umu…" Beelzebub nodded. "It is surely spectacular. The firework parade at the end of such parties is the only reason why I usually remain until the end."

"Oh!" Piña's eyes widened. In her childhood, she had seen a few magical spells acting similarly. When a delegate from Rondel came to the royal court, and one of the old masters took the effort to entertain the children with his magic tricks, it was truly spectacular.

A smile curled on the first prince's face, remembering his favourite holiday.

"The week of conquest is even more grandiose. Under the whole week, wargames, military processions and events tied to father's and aunt's conquest take place all around the world." Beelzebub shuddered as a joyous feeling ran through his spine. It was his favourite event. He never once missed it. And he always participated in the war games. Changing sides year after year, playing either the conquered or the conquerors, or the third side if there was one.

"It is terrific!" he shuddered in joy.

"…" Piña just obliged with an awkward smile, continuing her drink looking and away slightly.

"Oh! But I am gossiping too much! Here is the Sorcerer King Thanksgiving cake! We almost missed it thanks to my senseless prattle. Please forgive me."

In the next moment, on a sizable cart, a towering cake had been towed in, pulled by two sparkling unicorns.

The cake was magnificently made, on the top of it, the life-sized copy of Ainz holding his staff high.

"On this day, everyone got a bite from father," he chuckled, raising his glass high to honour his father's life-sized marzipan copy.

Shooting a bitter smile, Piña couldn't really appreciate the joke. As it was the holiday of the conquerors — those, in her case — was not the Empire.

Surprisingly, it was Serene who conducted the first speech — usually, as the oldest amongst the three children of the king — he was the one who spoke for his father's health first.

But for this one time, his sister deserved as much, Beelzebub let her have the honour. After all, she won their small competition. He had to give her that.

'Clink! Clink! Clink!'

Clinking her glass gently with her cutlery, everyone's attention turned towards her.

"Honorable representatives from all around the realms. I welcome you to this party where we celebrate my father's foresight and wise rule, non-less, in this new realm he has beamed his glance."

Leaving a momentary pause, she continued.

"This is the two hundred and tenth occasion we gather to celebrate his name. And it fills my heart with joy so many people have gathered."

After the violent wave of applauding, she continued.

"First, I would like to thank Princess Piña Co Lada and Emperor Molt Sol August, without their hospitality and contribution, we would have hardly gathered here today."

Raising her glass, Piña flustered and could only wave awkwardly to the people who nailed their gazes on her.

"It has been around two hundred and ten years since father rules over the nation. His rules, his laws, his decisions until now were well justified and true. Served the needs of people all around our world. With the accession of the Saderan Empire in the rank of our little, protectorate," she gazed to Piña for a moment, then the gathered senators —for the distaste of the princess — then her attention turned back to the crowd. "And with the new diplomatic connection established with the nations of Earth. I, no, we all hope the flourishing relationship between our nations remain, and the spirit of competition drives us into further development. As my father always intended to."

Once more, the crowd cheered. Though, there were a few people who only sneered hearing her speaking about their forced vassalage so innocently.

Chuckling, she concluded her speech. "That's for my part. Everyone who knows me is well aware; I am horrible at conducting speeches. I only spoke before giving the lead to my brother — the first prince of the kingdom, Beelzebub Ooal Gown. Happy and prosperous Sorcerer King Thanksgiving to all. Let's have at least ten thousand more! And may father smile on you all."

The crowd applauded her speech, and Aura's ears twitched happily, waving to Beelzebub to come.

"Ah, it cannot be helped…" Lowering his head, he couldn't help it. It was that or hearing Aura-dono's berating all night. "I will be back, Piña. Of course, if I can get rid of the people surrounding me after the speech."

With that, Beelzebub stepped forward, starting his usual "grand" speech.

After him, Aura as well gave off her piece of mind, showcasing her new pet to the crowd, speaking about Ainz for long minutes.

One thing was sure. On that day, everyone got a piece from Ainz's ass.

Of course, there was a second similar cake that night — after Molt honoured the gathered with his presence.

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Scene Change: Meanwhile in the Imperial Palace:

By the time the original Flame Dragon's head had been pinned above the gates of the Imperial Capital, several months had already passed. Only thanks to the preservation enchantments cast on it the head of the creature could be kept in such good shape. Otherwise, it would have long ago turned it into a skeletal head.

Though, strangely, the body of the creature was still missing. The arriving forces of SKEF collected it right away, transporting it back to Nazarick.

Watching the well-preserved head, most of the expeditionary force was sure; the creature would fly once more in the near future. But the gathered citizens of the Empire had no idea who pinned the grotesque head above the main gate.

"What a beast…" Many people muttered passing the gates.

Preserved by their new patron deity, Ainz Ooal Gown, the new religion was growing fast. Many lesser and greater shrines and small churches arose to his exaltation.

The fear in the people's heart started to dissipate thanks to the illusion of safety the present forces of SKEF, the humanitarian troops of JSDF and the preserving shrines of the Sorcerer King provided.

The Flame Dragon was a force which could not be resisted by humanity, and people of this world over considered it a natural disaster, much like an earthquake. But the appearance of a demon Emperor was something else — couldn't be comprehended by mortal creatures.

The disaster sent by the gods themselves to punish them for their sins. It could not be explained otherwise.

Therefore, all people could do in the wake of the tragedy which the Demon Emperor Jaldabaoth brought was sigh and mutter, "Such misfortune". They felt it was sent by the gods to torment humanity, much like floods and hail. This attitude of helpless acceptance was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Of course, people had tried to protect themselves against such disasters. Much like how measures could be taken to protect against floods. But unlike the Flame Dragon that was slain by mortal heroes — the men in green, Momon and Raidyn.

Jaldabaoth was a force a simple mortal could not face, not now, not tomorrow, not ever!

According to the tales of the old, even heroes stood helplessly before him, trying their best to even scratch him. Using holy artefacts to do so — divine items he simply brushed off like they were nothing.

Further stories spoke about the strongest paladin of the Holy Kingdom — Remedios Custodio — and her fall into insanity. The disgrace of one of the strongest women of her time, who also faced the creature, and failed miserably to even touch the ruler of demons.

Be her might was without par even against beastmen, be she could fight and win alone against whole armies. Be she was the member of nine colours and the former leader of the Paladin order of the thence disbanded and assimilated Holy Kingdom. Carrying the Holy Sword that said to be able to banish all evil.

Under the appearance of the Demon Emperor, it proved to be all useless when she faced that Demon, all of it was without avail as Jaldabaoth found both Remedios and her sword as a mere annoyance. Brushing her away with a single swipe, she crashed in the walls, leaving a ruinous building in her wake. Going insane as the foul demon used the body of her beloved Holy Queen — Calca Bessarez – as a simple bludgeoning tool. Smearing her body on the holy knight, pushing her down on the path of insanity. Giving way to her downfall that ended with her tragic death.

In all cases when someone tried to face such disaster level entities, the keyword was "tried". Until the appearance of the newcomers, no one succeeded to either hurt the Flame Dragon or face the newly arose god level entity the Demon Emperor was.

Those heroes who tried might have been weak — compared to the creatures — but they did not lack for either courage or motivation. The only thing they had done wrong was that they had lost. It would not be an exaggeration to say they could never have won. And because of that— there were two main opinions when it came to the rumours and the facts surrounding the men in green and the vassals of the undead king.

Facts and truths that slowly started to blur together, creating absurd tales from both sides. Legends, the bards would further blur and burnish in the coming years.

There were some tales which were filled with hopeful expectations, while others were dubious, and a brewing tension filled the air between both camps.

These rumours were spreading in the countries allied to the Empire, let alone within the Empire itself. And so, today, the symbol of terror and despair — the Flame Dragon's head — now adorned the Imperial Capital's main gate, for everyone on the streets to behold.

Just being able to slain a Flame Dragon was heroic enough. But now, that the proof of the Flame Dragon's own child was being paraded around in the garden as a docile pet — scolded by a tomboyish dark elf. The whole thing started to turn more and more absurd, almost comical. It had a powerful impact on everyone who saw it.

Their reaction could be described as "awestruck" or even "dumbfounded", though a more objective description might be that "they stared with eyes wide and mouths open". Usually, when an enemy army was defeated, a castle was conquered, or when a hated foe was slain, the people's hearts would be filled with a fierce joy, and they would cry out in excitement.

However, the being called Flame Dragon and the Demon Emperor were so powerful that it seemed unrealistic that someone could actually defeat them. Not speaking about taming a real, living Flame Dragon. All of it equalled the realm of absurdity, only Giselle, the apostle of Hardy had managed to earn such taming feat. And she needed a long time to do so.

Now that they had seen the Flame Dragon's head separated from its corpse, all they felt about this was confusion. In any case, the lack of exciting action or cheering could be due to the shock which filled everyone.

That said, it did not mean they were unmoved. Their reaction could be described as a "dormant heat". For instance, a wildfire burned hot and steady, but if left alone, it would quickly burn itself out.

In contrast, the people's feelings were like how boiling magma would flow everywhere without being exposed to the light of day. If someone cast a flammable object into it, a great fire would blaze up in an instant.

High city walls surrounded the Imperial Capital — freshly rebuilt and reinforced by the forces of SKEF. The southern face of the walls was where the Imperial Capital's main gate was located, in the form of a pair of well-fitted double doors.

The south gate was jammed up by those people who had come to see what the fuss was about. Every single location in sight was filled with people, be it the streets or the windows of nearby buildings, and some people had even climbed onto the roofs in order to see the Flame Dragon's head. Or see the patrolling Frost Dragons freshly arrived from the Sorcerous Kingdom — patrolling above the capital ever awake. Or doing parcel delivery — for the astonishment of the people of JSDF and the Empire.

Everywhere, one could see people moving back and forth, to the point where they were rubbing shoulders against each other and treading on their neighbours' feet as they advanced. Fortunately, there was no large-scale disturbance or panic.

As they looked and watched the flying dragons above their head, they froze and observed the whole thing with their mouths wide open, hardly daring to blink as they let this incredible fact wash over them.

Shortly after that, the people began whispering to each other. "Dragons? Here!?" "Will they attack us?" "What is the meaning of this?" "Did they come to avenge their brother?" "Was there a poster or did anyone say anything?"

Of course, the appearance of the Frost Dragons had been announced several days ago. But a few people simply did not want to believe it, merely denying the truth.

After all, there were no mass media in the Empire which could swiftly inform people of facts.

And the news board network that made the spread of information much more efficient in the Sorcerous Kingdom was still under construction in the new jurisdiction of Ainz's domain.

It was not easy to find the proper magical ley lines scattered all around the lands, then connect them and redirect the flow the appropriate way, so they did not need to fuel such devices all the time by portable magical batteries or by personnel intercession.

In difference of the Sorcerous Kingdom or Earth, in the Empire, when people wished to show or declare something before the masses, they had to put up a plaque or a poster with their desired message. Otherwise, people would not know what had happened or who had done it. For instance, some charlatan might jump out and declare "I did this!" as the people were busy discussing the matter. However, there had been no announcements or a bill posted.

All the audience could do was look at the Flame Dragon's vast head and turn their gaze hearing the terrific roars of the Frost Dragons soaring the skies.

Who had done this, who controlled the Frost Dragons and what sort of massive battle had that person fought to obtain an achievement like this? Nobody answered the crowd's doubts and questions. This magnificent trophy before them was a silent witness to the monumental victory that had been won and the terrific power their new masters possessed.

That silence was more convincing than any amount of words. Humans were a race that came up with their own theories, explanations and conclusions, and then sought people to agree with their findings.

That being the case, the speculation started at once. Some people said, "I think only Ainz-sama could do this. Controlling those beasts and defeating the Flame Dragon. What do you think?"

By the time the Emperor announced the restoration of the city had been finished and the Demon Emperor posed no threat to the capital — as its last demonic nest inhabiting the immediate vicinity of it had been successfully cleared — the news had already been making the rounds on the streets.

Slightly earlier, the Emperor considered that this might be a matter of national security. In order to make a judgement call on this issue as quickly as possible, this news raced up the reporting chain to the Emperor.

However, that method resulted in the widespread circulation of rumours. Almost everyone who had heard the news wondered if their ears were working. After that, various ruling nobles sent envoys or even went in person before the Emperor to verify the truth with him.

The Dragon's head had its way around the Empire — previously speaking, but just now it reached the state where it finally reached its final resting place. Appearing on the south gate in the morning, and by the time the highest authority in the Empire, Emperor Molt Sol Augustus released an official statement, it was evening.

Emperor Molt simply said, "Is that so" after hearing the report from Count Marx, the head minister of his Cabinet.

For his distaste, he did not even need to give the order, the nearby forces of SKEF had already reacted to the situation and dispersed the crowd before anyone could get hurt.

Molt was concerned, the so-called vassalization — more like assimilation if you asked him — went smoother than he ever dared to dream. The ordinary people of the capital prospered, starting to forget the rule of the Empire, calling that Ainz person their new king — more and more of them as the days slowly passed. Under such circumstances, no Emperor could sleep well.

The dark circles under his eyes also foretold his great concern and made him break his nob on the method that needed to keep his rule solidified.

Though, only the necessary number from the forces of SKEF patrolled in the city, doing mostly humanitarian work. The Empire was still his — according to the treaty — only the necessary force patrolled around in the area.

The forces of the UN and the JSDF were also present doing the same duty. The Capital had become the boiling cauldron where two sides measured the power of each other. Two dragons were circling around the trembling gazelle waiting who will decide its fate.

One misstep and an all-out war would surface in this very ground.

If he was lucky, even from such a dire state, he could win. Turn the sides against each other, shaking off the yoke of the Sorcerous Kingdom and take control of the situation. Over the destiny of the Empire! Once more, regaining full control.

If he failed… well… he would probably not be the only one who would descend into an early grave. He would destroy everything if he needed to. But Molt would not give them the satisfaction of a true submission. They'd need to kill him for that first — that, watching the situation from the backlines — seemed to be more and more a possibility.

"Your, your Majesty, did you know about this beforehand?" Count Marx was surprised by the Emperor's calm reaction to this news, hence his question. "It seems the canaries in the palace are starting to get uneasy. In the face of that, I have gathered my resolve. I will not be perturbed no matter the situation."

The defeat of the Imperial Legions, the sudden earthquake, the collapse of the Senate Building, the appearance of the Demon Emperor Jaldabaoth, all these frightening events had occurred recently, one after the other.

Perhaps it was because of these events and the promise of future ones like it that the Emperor said he had "gathered his resolve". Still, his attitude towards lousy news was quite surprising. Therefore, Count Marx was deeply disturbed as he stood before the Emperor.

"I see…"

"Mm. The news of the appearance of those dragons flying over the capital and the appearance of that thing flustered some people. But this is not in itself a bad thing. Being able to eliminate a disastrous entity like that, and knowing such creatures are standing on our side is a cause for celebration."

"But it seems the situation is not as simple as you say…"

"I understand. The slaying of the Flame Dragon, chasing away a demonic being like that is a feat that has never been accomplished before and may never be done again. Feats that are comparable to a single soldier defeating an army or taking a castle. We all know who did the demon part. Damn skeleton…" Molt muttered, biting his lip. "But should the Dragon slayer report their name, they will receive ample praise and compensation regardless of their origin or species. But that person has not yet come forward, which I cannot understand. It would make sense if that person were humble, but then why would a humble person put the creature's head on display? It is a contradiction I cannot resolve."

"Mmmm… Your Majesty, if you allow me. We have some news about the Slayers of the mother Flame Dragon, and the one of the hatchling that resided in the Schwartz Forest. True, they received help from the apostle of Emroy — Rory Mercury."

"Hmmm. Interesting. Then it's self-evident the dragons are dead. You said there was a hatchling that was slain in that forest. How come I hear about this now?" His gaze turned against the senator right away.

"The past months were busy, your majesty. Maybe it just avoided your attention. Staying on the topic, I must notify you one of the dragon hatchlings is still alive, enjoying the meal like a docent animal at the party."

"Oh…" Molt gasped sarcastic, rolling his eyes. "You don't say. But putting the matter at hand. I assume, the slayers of the creatures are still unknown."

"Yes, unfortunately. At the request of the slayers, neither the men in green nor the Sorcerous kingdom provided information about the identity of the slayers. They are very secretive."

"Most likely," Molt answered immediately, remembering the nightmarish schedule of his in the past months. "But the question remains. Why they remained in silence. Why they did not report this feat right away. I cannot chew this through."

"Indeed. Their motives are unknown. Still, there should be some way for us to understand their actions..."

Molt simply shrugged; honestly, he was out of ideas.

"But perhaps I am thinking too hard and trying to see something where there is nothing. If these "heroes" intended to merely slay the Flame Dragon… Count Marx, I hereby charge you with investigating who the person who slayed the creatures for real was. If we can find out who did it — even if that person's intentions are hard to grasp — we should still be able to gain a clue regarding them… maybe turn them into our allies. Showcasing a person who participated in the fight — moreover, if he/she were from our empire — it would surely bolster the morale of our people. Regaining their faith in our rule is crucial, no, necessary under such dire times."

Count Marx bowed with an "Understood" before leaving, with the intention of investigating as swiftly as possible. However, the Emperor called out to him before he could leave, and he turned back to the Emperor once more.

"May I serve you in some way?"

"Call Piña to me."

"Piña-dono, you mean? From what I know, she is currently entertaining the ambassadors from Nihon and the Sorcerous Kingdom… shall I summon her immediately?"

While a summon from the most exalted ruler of the Empire should be obeyed immediately, the person being summoned was carrying out an important duty of the state. So, should she be summoned, or not?

Count Marx was waiting for that answer. And then the Emperor changed his mind and waved his hand as he continued speaking. "Oh, that's right. Tonight we celebrate the return of our countrymen and that distastefull holiday. How is it called?"

"The Sorcerer King Thanksgiving, your majesty," notified him, Marx.

"Hmph… Is that so. Whatever. I should have attended that event, but I forgot."

"Your Majesty, may I know what matter requires Piña-dono? If the need is great, I could…"

"Never mind. I already missed the forth celebration. I will see her again at the celebration tonight. We can talk then."

"If it pleases your Majesty, could you enlighten me with regards to your intentions?"

"Mhm. In truth, I intended to ask her about a report concerning the Sorcerous Kingdom and the Men in Green. The report stated that the Men in Green and a few heroes slew the original Flame Dragon. I had thought it to be a joke at first, but things being as they are, I feel it is worthy of further investigation."

"From the looks of things, could it be that these people exterminated the Flame Dragon…?" Count Marx looked profoundly disturbed as he said that.

"Mhm. Who are these Men in Green? Where these "heroes" hail from? The black-clad knight and the other, the gossiping women speak so much all around the Empire. Who are they in real? We must investigate this matter thoroughly. Then, I shall entrust you with that task."

Count Marx dipped his head in respect while replying, "Understood" in a suitably deferential tone. Then, he muttered the words "Men in Green" and "heroes", as though to carve them into his heart.

"…" sighing, Molt returned to his duties with a sour expression. He had much to do before the party really started.

At a later time. On the same day… No one expected the tragedy that was coming that night.

As Molt and everyone clinked their goblets on the party, saying their toast for the health of the Sorcerous King, wishing him eternal life and prosperous rule. (For Molt's distaste and annoyance) And welcoming the released captives — who until now were being kept captive by Ainz's forces.

The Emperor of the Saderan Empire tasted the drink, not even suspecting it would be his last, maybe forevermore.

The drink was funnily coloured. Something strange played on the surface of the liquid as he inspected it.

Red like blood, not like other wine. But its scent was strangely tempting, almost addicting.

For a moment, Molt hesitated to taste it. Then, his curiosity overcame him. Tasting first small. Then the urge overwhelmed him, devouring the wine from the goblet all with one gulp.

No one suspected what would happen. No one was prepared for what came next. Nothing could have prepared them for what happened after the dust settled.

Just then, a golden wine goblet fell to the ground. Following which, a scream shattered the sudden silence. Before anyone could react, the Emperor had fallen on his back, facing the sky with glassy eyes.

"Father!" The last thing Molt heard was the sky shattering scream of his own daughter.

His eyes empty, quickly becoming the shadow of his former self… Emperor Molt Sol Augusts. Ruler of the Empire no more. Fallen asleep, maybe forever…

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Scene Change: Inside of a Carriage:

Caressing his neatly trimmed beard, a man in the midst of his thirties glanced out of the window of his royally furnished carriage. Though he may have looked like a dashing man reaching his prime, in truth, he had already passed his four hundredth birthday.

His robes were neatly made, white with golden weave, befit to his station as a royal consultant, minister of magic, the headmaster of the prestigious Magic Academy of Carne — or as others called it, the "Leycastle" — as the fortress above the city used the massive ley lines on the ground to fuel its own flying existence — and the possessor of many more titles he had received over the years.

With him, three of his best apprentices inhabited the carriage. All of them capable to the use of tier three magic, the most talented even capable of casting tier four spells — and most likely not having reached his true potential.

Their robes were dark coloured, with a strange badge magically sewn on their arm — signing their advanced studies.

In the Sorcerous Kingdom. The students of the academy wore different coloured mantles and identification badges to distinguish the advancement of their studies.

The darker the robe was, the more advanced the student was in the art of magic. The only exception were the teachers, the researchers the academy employed, and the headmaster himself who usually wore an all-white gown.

The headmaster who inhabited the carriage in his prime just stared, immersed by his own thoughts.

"Fluder-sama. Can you tell us a little bit about this Rondel we are heading to?"

For a moment, Fluder did not answer, merely watching their escort galloping outside of the caravan. More precisely, watching the two imposing adventurers whose presence guaranteed there would be no disruptions.

"Pl-Please forgive me, Fluder-sama." Realizing what he dared to ask, the student bowed his head immediately, his face turning red as if he committed some kind of grave sin.

"Hmm…" Fluder Paradyne turned his eyeball towards his apprentice, inspecting him for a moment. Then his eyes flashed with recognition, merely dismissing the rattle of his student.

"Ah, yes. Please forgive me. Rondel, or you can call it Londel as the people of old named it. According to the books and the report of the scouts, it is an old city with a long and distinguished past. Most old cities look like this, and all sorts of races make their home here…"

From Fluder's thorough explanations, the denizens of the carriage had learned that Londel was founded around 3000 years ago, beginning as some sort of private academy. The dual-aspected God of Wisdom Elrantola — though still a Demigod at the time — had inspired the construction of the academy.

Londel's history was longer than the Empire's they "conquered", which was a point of pride for its residents. Though the neighbouring countries rose and fell in a never-ending cycle, its reputation as an enduring capital of wisdom stood the test of time.

Many sages and magicians gathered here, spending their days in study and research. At the same time, younger disciples who thirsted for knowledge came here from all over the world, studying diligently to achieve their goals.

"Oh!" All three present students awed, nodding hearing Fluder's teaching.

Watching the slowly approaching walls, Fluder was excited; he was like a giddy kid. More arcane knowledge. His Lord was indeed generous — as always — allowing him this chance to visit this town as his representative.

He would learn everything he could, then contribute to his lord what he had learned. That's the least he could do after all Ainz did for him.

"Wouldn't it be easier to teleport in the city?" asked one of the students annoyed, getting bored by the long travel.

In truth, they could use teleportation to arrive near the city instantaneously. But that would only raise panic and may give rise to the suspicion of a possible invasion. Pretty bad first impression if you asked the minister of magic — and not only according to him.

"Don't be a fool. These people are not used to teleportation magic. And I suspect, they don't even know such a thing exists at all. As I read, their magic is quite unstable and unreliable compared to the tier based magic system. Almost like the Wild Magic the Dragon Lords of old utilised."

Indeed, it was most likely.

As the first ones who had passed the borders of Dreamscope just recently found their way back from their long trip to Rondel. And most of the things they found weren't really widespread amidst the people of the city. The panic most likely would be guaranteed if the magic casters of the Sorcerous Kingdom started to practice their tier based magic there — or at least, greatly pique the interest of the present researchers.

You may say, the Sages of the great city — who had not ventured near Fortress Gown already — either refused to acknowledge such magic existed at all — in spite of all the evidence — or rounded up, packed their stuff and headed towards Dreamscope to see themselves.

It could not be helped; conservatives existed no matter where the wind scattered you. The worst amongst them refused the truth even if it stuck out their eyeballs.

Refusing reality, living in a world of daydream was possible — for the time being — but in the end, the bitter fact of truth always broke through the walls of self-created illusion.

Fluder knew this fact from first hand. Thus, he urged himself to be as realist as possible — all the time. Reflect the situation according to the best of his ability and adapt, learn new things whenever he could.

"The visit of the town must be crucial. Ainz-sama usually does the first meetings himself."

Fluder only hummed, nodding slowly. "Indeed. His Majesty usually does such things personally. As between sides, "the first impression is the most important thing" — as he used to say. Unfortunately, he is busy now."

"What happened Fluder-sama? What guarantees his attention so suddenly?"

"Hmmm…" Fluder frowned unpleasantly. "One of the diplomats was almost assassinated. Nontheless, in his own establishment. Most of all, by her own people. Currently, my Lord is escorting this diplomat to meet her people and the demihuman tribes gathered with them. If we are lucky, my lord will gain new subjects. If not, bodies are always a welcomed addition to bolster his army. Either way, Ainz-sama always wins."

Every student clenched their fists in anger, creaking the crystal headed metal and excellent quality wooden staffs in their hands.

"Isn't it lowly to a king… no, a god of death and magic to meet lowly demihumans?" asked one of the robed figures suddenly, the other two nodding in unison.

Fluder just smiled gently, watching his students with patience. "As said, Fredrick, first impressions are very important. But even the Sorcerer King — no matter how generous he is — can't let such accidents slip without a word. I think, everyone would be upset if someone attacked their guests — none less in their own property. But as generous my lord is, he wants to learn firsthand what prompted the assassination attempt. Solve the situation without resorting to violence. As usual, he does his practice."

"Oh!" the students gaped once more, adoring the wise decision of the king.

Then, the denizens of the carriage changed the subject.

"I heard the Supreme Beings managed to stabilise the portal. Is that true?"

"How did they do it?"

"Fludder-sama, can you tell us?"

Fludder nodded smiling, starting his complex explanation of magical, and arcane theory.

The answer was clear; the method could be susceptible — but completely incomprehensible even for his best students. But let's change for the outside for now. We may hear a few interesting things.

…

Meanwhile outside.

The small caravan of carriages consisted of a few wagons; numbering only four.

Around them guards, wearing armoured robes, full plate armour and carrying weapons of all type — staves, axes, shields, swords, wands and staffs.

Their plating and clothes were uninformed, bearing two badges. The symbol of Ainz Ooal Gown — as it was the kingdom's crest — and the identification of the Kingdom's magician association.

Escorted by his personal guards was vital for him, as Fluder was the leader of the magical association of the kingdom, and usually preferred to be guarded by his own guard squad.

Not as he would not be glad if the Sorcerous King or his right hand would bestow a few of his Death Knights — or similar mighty creatures — to escort him. No, he asked it many times as he had the authority to do so. And Ainz and Esdeath gladly lent him a few when he needed it as the king and his enforcer had spare creatures all the time.

Simply, he decided not to bring them along due to a simple reason — not to frighten the denizens of Rondel by their appearance.

As said, the first impression was important. Scaring your neighbours by bringing undead and similarly dreadful creatures in their lawn just wouldn't do. Or rather, what he had heard about Rondel made him not to bring them along.

Namely, the researchers of the city were just too enthusiastic — for him, it was not a problem as he was the same, seeking the abyss of the magic at all cost.

The problem arised when the mages of the city started to poke the creatures — when their fear overcame their curiosity. If that happened, one wrong move from either party and, for example, the Death Knights would attack those who poked them, recognising their attempt of magical analysis as an act of hostility.

Doing it with simple creatures — like skeleton soldiers or zombies — was acceptable. Doing it with monsters able to annihilate armies single-handedly then lead the raised zombie horde to annihilate the country was simply a catastrophe. And after Fluder heard why the high walls and the dome stood in and around Rondel's research district — not to keep the invaders out, but to keep the world safe from the mages inside — as they were a threat not only to others but themselves — he decided, it was better not to bring them here.

Galloping, the elite mage knights held themselves firm. Carried their weapons with pride. Under them, their summoned phantom steeds moved relentlessly.

Tireless, constructed from pure magical energy. Differing in colour — showing the affinity and strength of their creator.

Though, two figures deferred from the escorting party. Two adventurers were riding on epic mounts, sporting exquisite gear.

One was a woman, adorned by a leather made, stylish, knee long coat coloured red. Underneath it was a segmented futuristic plated armour. Prepared to give her more space to move and manoeuvre. She looked like the mix between a futuristic ninja and a grey knight.

On her side, an exquisite katana hung.

Under her, a rooster-like creature grapsed the dust, eating away the distance. Armoured with dreadful, spiked, black plating, its eyes were glowing red and menacing.

On her side, the second adventurer was like her. Even amongst the elite Mage Knights Fluder himself had collected — and granted rank by the Sorcerer King himself — his appearance and posture excelled.

Wearing a dark coloured trench coat, pinstripe trousers, and deep crimson hooded mantle — marked by golden and black diabolic engravings, elegantly running down on the clothing and his coat.

Diabolic looking armoured gauntlets had grasped the reins of his unique, bicorn warlord. Spiked, like a dark lord — the fingers could stab anyone he deemed unworthy to his presence.

His face was covered by a dreadful, evil, iron mask, forming the face of a goat, hiding his visage from the world. Two devilish lights dimmed in the sockets of the magic item. The top of his head was covered by an elegant black fedora. And his neck was hugged by a scarf coloured yellow.

Watching him for a moment, Raidyn recognised right away the strange focus objects hanging on his side— [Book of Diabolic Secrets], and the [Ever Sparkling Sparkler] sparkling on his hand.

Epic quality items, weak — according to their standards — but they would do for now.

Watching him for a moment, his futuristic mask's eyes flashed red.

[Message]: "I think you went a little too far with your costume."

Smirking under his disguise, the warlock imitator had to oblige. [Message]: "You think so?"

[Message]: "Ummm… Maybe. Either way. You should be more considerable with your costume choice next time. You raise too much attention. Don't you think it is too… how should I put it? Colourful?"

[Message]: "Who says that? A dark lord needs to arrive in style. Besides that, aren't you the same? Some kind of weird sci-fi ninja/knight hybrid whatever? I ain't saying it's not cool because it is awesome! I'm just saying you should not speak when you are the same. You are a role player like me!" snickered her companion in the mental channel they shared.

[Message]: "Ugh….!" Raidyn could only groan embarrassed. And the goat demon of destruction could only snicker once more.

Then, after her momentary silence, her confidence returned. [Message]: "Thou dare to mock the armour of my ancestors! The legacy of my kind! Come forth, dark lord of the shadow arts! Come! Face me in the open field!"

[Message]: "Kukuku… When you have defeated my minions, brave hero. Only then you can face the master of the dark arts. Me! Ardyn Ziege Jurmungand! But beware, I hold the fate of your loved ones in my palm. Thou don't forget that and act accordingly."

[Message]: "Ah! Such tragedy! What will I do now?"

[Message]: "Fufufufu! Tremble and kneel, adventurer! I may allow you to serve me."

[Message]: "Fufufuf…" her chuckle was physical, earning her many weird gazes from the nearby guards. "Good times. I wish we could do those role-player events once more. Though, your adventurer name is simply weird."

[Message]: "Well, we still can. It is only a matter of organisation. Though, you should not speak, the name Raidyn sounds like the name of a video game character. My name at least carries the faint of royalty. Ardyn Ziege Jurmungand. Don't forget thou! The name of your new dark lord! "

[Message]: "Well, our avatar's are kinda from a video game. So, that's not surprising."

[Message]: "True enough," Ardyn nodded under his mask, glancing at his friend under the illusion that hid his real self. "I know Momonga-san mentioned why he couldn't come with us, but care to evoke the memory once more?"

[Message]: "Umu… of course, I will tell you. Recently, our scouts reported a huge demi human unrest near the borders of the empire. A gathering you may say. Also, in the embassy we created near Fortress Gown, an assassin almost assassinated one of the ambassadors, or more like the queen of some kind of bunny tribe. Don't ask who. I don't know her name. Neither I care enough to remember."

[Message]: "Oh! Interesting. So Ainz-san went to investigate it?"

[Message]: "More like negotiate. That bunny girl also insisted on going with him, and bring Momon as a guard. I have no idea what Momonga did back then, but that girl clung on "Momon's" arm whenever I passed by. It is kinda weird, and disturbing. It is like she wants to hump poor Ainz-san all the time."

[Message]: "Fufufufu! Poor Momonga."

[Message]: "Yeah, he can't help it. He is kinda a harem magnet. Or harem king? Yeah, most likely. Seeing how many women tried to court his bony ass under the years, we can say that confidently. Seriously! He is a freaking skeleton! What's wrong with people!? It can't be all of them are like Shalltear — necrophilia…"

Saying this, the two friends burst out in laughter, earning even more strange gazes from the surrounding people.

[Message]: "Pl-Please don't make me cry! I can't brush the tears out of my eyes when wearing this mask!"

[Message]: "Ooooh! I promise nothing, Ulbert-kun!" she replied with a mischievous smirk under her mask, then turned her head towards him. "But, what about you. From what you said, you as well have experience with such a thing — women, or men, whatever. Do you have a family or something?"

[Messsage]: "Hmmm… Let me think." A long lasting silence descended in the line, with Ulbert trying to remember everything.

Unfortunately, Ulbert's confinement in the crystal prison had left him with void gaps in his memory. Slowly, they would come back. But until he regained his memories, he couldn't help it; he couldn't do anything with the situation.

[Message]: "Faintly, I remember I had wives. Multiple ones at it. Also, a few sons and daughters. But strangely, I can't remember their names, neither their faces."

[Message]: "Oh, I am sorry to hear that. Maybe if you speak with that Lucifer guy, he can tell you something that will make you remember. He said he knew you in the past. Maybe you can find them."

[Message]: "Umu, good idea. Let's conclude a meeting once we have returned to Nazarick."

[Message]: "Ok."

The long silence once more descended on the communication line the two friends shared. Only after several minutes of continuous galloping Ulbert dared to ask the big question.

[Message]: "By the way. I wanted to ask it for a long time. At least, since Ainz-san introduced his kids. And "wives"…" Ulbert smiled, remembering how shamefully Momonga pulled his collar when Albedo, Shalltear and Zesshi introduced themselves as his wives. And he couldn't help but suffocate his laugh when Albedo admitted her eternal love to Ainz — that he admittedly explained with him messing with her settings.

Still, it was hilarious seeing him so flustered — even when nothing appeared on his marble bones.

But at least, his kids were decent enough. Though, he was still clueless how an undead skeleton like himself had managed to beget three sweet kids like them. And Ainz only said that much when he asked him about it— "Ask [Abeloth] about it." He only said that much.

The question that she — Esdeath — as [Abeloth] was her [Truename] and Esdeath Gorgon was the public name she used — answered with the simple words: "Magic", "enchantment", "Alchemical stuff", and "technology".

Thus Ulbert inquired no more, just silently crackled. Amusedly watching Momonga as he awkwardly tried to diffuse the situation.

Watching Ardyn spacing out for so long, Raidyn forced to ask. [Message]: "Ulbert-san. What's the matter? You spaced out for so long."

[Message]: "Oh! Sorry. I just wanted to ask. Do you have any family or kids? You kinda never mentioned it. And under my month in Nazarick you were rarely around. So, I could never ask about it."

Her grimace and displeasure almost radiated under her mask. An expression Ulbert seemingly recognised right away. [Message]: "Ugh… Sorry. I meant nothing bad by asking it."

[Message]: "No, it's nothing," she shook her head. "Let's just say. With the numerous gimmicks and strange things coming with my race... It is better that I am the last, and only Nephalem — most likely — that inhabits the existence. The world would most likely not survive if a second one went loose. There is just…" she clenched her fists, squeezing the reins. Her momentary worry, mixed with her anger made her mount huff steam and fiery saliva and cock wild.

[Message]: "What are you speaking about?" Ulbert inquired with a raised brow, feeling the uncertainty of his friend.

[Message]: "Let's not speak about it…" she answered immediately, turning her attention forward.

[Message]: "Hmmm! Cheer up old friend! I don't know what the problem is, but I am sure we can solve it. Don't forget! The dark lord and his destructive, dark magic can solve everything. Or, if not, I can always help you out with my gigantic third leg. Fufufuf…"

Esdeath just sneered in displeasure. [Message]: "You really want the third boot, don't you? Two on your legs, one in your ass. Are you aware what I was?"

[Message]: "Oh!" Ulbert crackled amused. "The lady is biting. Yes, I am completely aware. But now, you are a beautiful lady. You should use it for your own pleasure. I am sure many men courted you in the past. And if memory serves me right, I did weirder things with others. Thus, it does not bother me at all. Don't say you don't want a little Ulbert around?"

[Message]: "Ugh!" her visage turned lobster. It was true, she could imagine Ulbert doing weird shit, but imagining a second Ulbert around was kinda… weird.

Yet, it was not an entirely inconceivable possibility — yet, a probability that was heavily embarrassing. "Just shut up, please. Or I will embed my taloned combat boots in your face!"

[Message]: "Fufufuf! It is so easy messing with you."

[Message]: "Ju-Just shut up!"

"Lady Raidyn. Lord Ardyn. Our entourage will soon reach Rondel," came the voice from one of the magic knights, making Raidyn and Ardyn turn their attention forward.

The city was everything they had hoped for, and a little bit more. It was vast enough to rival Carne, and its beauty was without par in Falmart.

Worthy of its nickname, the "Blue City of Mages" as it was indeed blue.

Even from the far — from the walled region of the town — several explosions could be heard and seen as the masters of magic practised their ancient — heavily unstable art.

What will await Ulbert, Esdeath, Fluder and the group? What ancient secrets will surface in the ancient city of the mages?

Will Ainz manage to diffuse the situation with the demihumans? What will he find when he arrives?

Will Molt live? Or his death will be blamed on the Sorcerous Kingdom? You will know it in the next chapter.

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