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Chapter 29: A Dreadful Approach
"We need to hurry! We need to find them! But where are they!? We looked for them all day! This city is just huge!"
Several rat-like demi-human stampeded through the dark alleys of E-Rantel, doing their best to reach their goal, making sure to keep a low profile as much as possible under the blanket of covering night.
Eavesdropping on people, hoping they can pick up the required clues they needed to find the heroes in need, their task was hard, otherworldly one might say. But no matter how hard, how intently they searched, until now, the endeavor went without success. Only time can tell if they will ever succeed, or fail with this objective.
The appointed task was not that easy as they first perceived it. They managed to infiltrate the city, doing so by sacrificing a great deal of time, items precious gathered by a great effort, time, which was of a great deal considering the situation their village stuck.
The patrols were more sporadic, more irregular, and came often than they ever anticipated, it was indeed a sub-human task they carried out, doing so relentless.
Everywhere they tried to invade, the scouting Armat meet either the guards, equipped at least an item, enchanted with sensory sorcery, or a mage issued by the Magical Association of E-Rantel, bolstering the numbers of guardsmen or even the groups of adventurers, given the command to report every noise and jam coming in their way.
If not taking advantage of the guard mount, delaying the arrival of the next change, taking the small loophole the lack of ingenuity resulted in the case of a few members of the race, and the talent in infiltration and thievery this demi-human group had been blessed by and practiced since their birth, they would never manage to get in the city; they would have been right away exposed on the spot.
They managed to do this trickery under but a few hours, yet, they can't allow wasting even that much time! Even now, the little group was sure their small trick had been exposed right after they get through the perimeter, and the guards are looking for the source of disturbance — which was not easy considering a big city like E-Rantel — still, was possible for an experienced group.
The demonic army ever closed on their settlement, their loved ones, their friends, their family. As the chosen of the hunter caste, the small group carried out an important task, they have been sent to relay the invitation to Lady Raidyn and Elysia. Call their saviors in arms once more to stop this scourge once and for all!
They had nothing to offer. Nothing which can raise the attention of such heroes like those two! Yet, they tried anyway… they had nothing to lose coming here. If they were captured, at least this small group can relay the warning before they have been executed. The notice of the closing demonic invasion which in the past thwarted under the great city by the same adventurers! The same two they are searching relentlessly.
If they will succeed, and Raidyn's group accept the assignment, this little group returns home — and after that, after hopefully repelling the invading army will be celebrated as heroes! Moreover, if the two adventurers are taking them seriously, they may even alert other high ranked adventurers, convincing them to join hands against the threat.
Indeed, that would significantly increase their already dire chances. They know too well, one or two people against an army, be no matter how strong they are or skilled… can't stand the overwhelming numerical superiority — this was the hard truth of the art of war.
Still, the chance of refusal or complete failure not even popped up in their mind. The members of this little group had steady confidence; whatever happens, their message reaches the intended authorities, the intended ears… and in the end, those authorities will succeed to save their people, or, even if that does not work out, stop the spread of this endless scourge called demons!
"Failure is not an option!" murmured the head Armat, one of his eye covered by an eye patch, an ugly scar running under it.
Shadow by shadow, the demi-human group scattered in the city, separating in small groups of two and three to cover more area, as well increase their information gathering capabilities. There were around only three, or maximum four from such groups, because of this, they can't cover that big of an area under a short time, the city was too big for that.
They could not communicate like this, naturally, but everyone knows the message and the task. A message that contained the keywords: 'Danger!' and 'Demonic invasion!' The mission, that was to make the heroes know about the closing danger, urging them to step and act.
Still, even against this small difficulty, time to time the groups gathered, making reports to each other.
"It is already dark, around midnight. People are more sporadic on the streets. Still, more guards walking outside like before…"
Indeed, this was all thanks to them, and one, or rather two more events happened in the past…
"Yes, indeed… as we get to know. There was a terrible undead uprising not long ago in the cemetery, not speaking a vampire with great power appeared just outside of the settlement…"
"Really?" the groups not knowing this looked at each other with great surprise, awaiting the one speaking to finish his report.
"Damn! So this is why so many guards and adventurers patrolling out there now! Not only because of us but because they dodged two events like that!"
Indeed, it was not every day a city like E-Rantel had been threatened with so many cataclysmic events one after other, moreover, survived all of them with "minimal" damage.
Maybe once in every two century, and that would be a very wild guess. Yet, such an event happened only in a century or two, and this city survived not one, but three after each other. That was a great deal in itself, an event not used to happen even in times of old.
"Who were the ones who stopped them?"
"Care to guess…?"
One with a mask before her face shrugged, and the surrounding people's eyes widened.
"Don't say!?"
"Yep, in both cases, Lady Raidyn was an active participant. Thought, her group had the help at that time. A new adventurer team called Darkness."
"Ohh!" the separate groups blinked in astonishment, watching the reporting member.
"Do you think they are as well available for recruitment? With that two esteemed groups…"
"I don't know…" the one on the side rustled her fur uneasily. "We only managed to eavesdrop a little bit, and what we heard…" she looked uneasy, watching her party member who continued in her stead. "… The one called "Beautiful Princess" Nabe is quite cold. She might right away refuse us, convincing the other parties to…"
"To? To what?"
"Even to…"
"Even to kill you?" a new voice came from not far from them. It was the voice of a female, a beautiful one as it. The voice, which carried grace and beauty beyond understanding. Just like the goddess of air and lullaby worked together to craft the person's vocal cords.
Now usually, Armat and other-demi human species had other standards of beauty than humans, but this voice chirped nice even for them.
"What?! They found us!?"
From the shadows, a girl stepped forward, clothed in a thick brown mantle which hid her perfect body, a hood covering her head, only showcasing her heart-shaped lower face — something rustling behind her lower part.
"Who are you!?"
Immediately, the Armats readied themselves, prepared for the battle, prepared for one last struggle against the enemy. One last push to tell their story…
"Oh! You don't know?" the beautiful girl gave away an awful aura, an aura which made all the Armats around shudder in fear. "Aren't you looking for me… you slugs?"
The leader of the small group squinted his one remained eye, looking around, then slowly lowering his weapon of choice, that was a pair of the dagger.
"We are not here to fight…" the others nodded, they as well lowered their weapons. "We are here…"
"You are here to pass a message? Are you?"
All the Armats froze, looking at each other surprised.
"Yes, how do you know…? Who are you?"
Her face is still unrevealed, unknown to them. Neither matched the description of Raidyn the demon slayer, nor the graceful Elysia. Unfortunately, the one who they eavesdropped about Momon and Nabe still not described their appearance.
"Well then, this might help you a little bit, lower life forms…" removing her hood, a familiar face came before them.
The face of a kitsune, with double colored eyes, vertically slit pupils and black hair.
"Lady Elysia! It is you?!"
"The Graceful Elysia-dono! We are indeed lucky…"
They smiled at each other relieved, yet, they hadn't been more wrong, a beast unknown hid under that face. A shapeshifting sadist whose favorite thing was to push others in desperation and agony.
Still, at the moment they realized who she is, they all went "dogeza" pose — showing complete subordination, all in the hope to gain something.
"Great Elysia-dono! We come to the city, requesting you, and Raidyn-sama's help! Please! Help our tribe…"
She remained silent for a moment, tilting her head confused. Then a disgusted scowl formed on her face.
"You flies (cockroaches) has some dare to take my name in your mouth… I will eradicate you!"
In the next instant…
"What…?!" looking up, it was already too late, the pseudo-kitsune smirked, raising her finger, where sparkles of electricity gathered, dancing gracefully around a slender, pale hand pointed against the demi-humans.
"Run, small mongrels… run…"
"Elysia-dono… but…"
'Crash!'
"Ugh!" one of their member hit by a lighting spell, frying his insides collapsed on the ground as a smoldering corpse.
"What!? Elysia-dono! We seek no conflict! We…!"
"Following you around was somewhat fun! Seeing your meaningless struggle can be said satisfying! unfortunately…"
Her mouth curled sinisterly, yet her stoic face lost not a single moment from her grace.
"I have my orders. My masters cannot be bothered by the likes of you! Now! Run! Give me some challenge! I am "Elysia," after all… I like to play!"
"Yo-You are not…" yet, the realization came too later, too late to act against it.
"But yes I am…" 'Crash!' one more fire from the lighting spell, churning like a snake, ionizing the air around it. There was no escape from this powerful sorcery, only death!
The one who realized the pseudo adventurer maybe not the real one, but a forgery, who is actually stealing her skin reacted too late, charred, fallen on the ground.
The remaining was too confused to figure out, or to guess.
Is this was Elysia's real personality without Raidyn? A cruel, calculating wench who loved to play with her victims before pushing them into desperation, and dined on their flesh? Or simply someone else, stealing the face of the kitsune, trying to stain her good reputation. Unfortunately, they can't say for sure, from the group, only around four seen her personally. Two charred, laying on the ground already, their last breath leaving their body.
"We need to get out! We need to…"
He didn't have to say more, as in the next moment the Armats realized what kind of sadistic game the woman is playing. Turning tail, they rushed away.
"Do I give them some advantage?" she thought for a moment before deciding. "Zero-sama's orders were clear… yet, I just could not miss this chance… giving that animal the "deserved" reputation is too much of a temptation."
Indeed, offering the "false" reputation for this "animal" that she deserved would be fun. Letting them go just to spread her lousy reputation would be satisfying… It would be a fun game, seeing the horror on their faces. The distressing realization… yet, the battle maid had her orders. This much game was enough! She needs to complete her intended task.
"Those miserable flies (bagworms) will suffer until the end…"
Giving one last satisfied, reproachful smile, she disappeared, in the next moment, several flashes boomed through the alley.
…
"We need to! We need to…"
"Hey! Please help us!"
Reaching the end of the alley, the small force spotted by a patrolling adventurer group, the numbers right away readied their weapons.
"Armats!"
"Bastards!"
"Ready your weapons!"
"No please! Listen to us! There is…"
"[Lighting Strike]! [Lighting Strike]!" Two chained attacks hit the last two remained Demi-humans, their charred, smoldering remains fallen to the ground, rolling before the feet of a scared adventurer.
"Ahhh!"
"Who was this!? Someone got them before us…"
"But who…?"
From the shadows, "Elysia" stepped forward, offering a battle-hardened expression.
"Elysia-dono!" out of her "accomplishments," most of the people recognized her, thinking her as an ani-magus, or a druid type magic caster who often changed her appearance using powerful magic.
Being demi-humans who resembled humans were almost unheard of in this world, almost everyone thought her as a human who used magic to change her appearance, growing animal parts to help her in battle — using the hearing and the sight of the fox for her advantage. Because of this, most often people referred to her as "Lady of the foxes."
Not many know about this branch of magic called ani-magi, but with her appearance, and as more and more rumors started to spread about this type of magic. The people, mostly amongst the adventurers and the young members of magical association tried to follow her example and learn this ancient art. The elders dusted the tomes, researching this kind of sorcery once more. All in all, only with her appearance she made this art well known once more. Not an accomplishment many can say their own… not this young at least…
"I saw these ruffians sneaking around in the dark alleys of the town. Doing shady business. Fortunately, I managed to track their nest and smoke them out..."
"Truly is! Elysia-dono! You are always working for the city! Thank you!"
She just nodded silently, appreciating the praise, saying nothing for a moment. "Better make it sure there are no others around. I managed to kill the few I encountered. But maybe there are more sneaking around, keep your eyes open! You will find several more corpses in the alley. I will continue my patrol. Please be so considerable and report it to the local authorities and guards. Clean up the mess. We don't want an epidemic spread out of dead laying on the streets."
"Yes! Elysia-dono! Thank you! We go right away!"
The leader of the group ordered a few of his companions to alert the nearby guard post; the rest went to check the bodies.
"…"
Leaving her behind, "Elysia" smirked sinister, recalling the Armat scout party's last expression of disbelief and horror before death, imagining the last thoughts those crossed their minds.
"Pitiful creatures…"
"Elysia" crackled, heading onward to complete her other tasks for the night. Even a girl like her can have some fun. She can't wait for the expression of horror the "original" will offer when she hears people praising her… praising her killing her own animal kind!
"Trash remains trash… after all. I can't hurt her, physically speaking; the Supreme Beings forbid it doing so… but if the animal kills herself, or her mind collapses, that's just as satisfying, and not my fault… Everyone will win in the end."
With such thoughts coursing through her mind, the kitsune looking girl disappeared in the night, continuing on her nightly activities.
Scene Change: Nazarick: Sometime later:
'Clash! Clash! Clash!'
The death knight brandished his jagged, black blade once more, two lights with malicious intent flaring up in their eyes.
"Owaa!"
"Wow! Your guy seems to pretty angry! Are you sure undead should act like this?"
"Hmm…" Momonga caressed his sharp chin, feeling something alike battle rage coming from his summon.
"Now as you say it, this indeed strange. But I don't think its actual rage, more like…" he considered his answer for a moment before saying. "… More like a response to damage. Yes, I also felt something like that after Shalltear damaged me. I felt no rage, just the feeling I lost something. Yes, that's the best way how I could describe it."
"Hmm, strange…" Esdeath turned back, watching the match between the two creatures. "When Auriel tore to my gut that was pretty unpleasant…" she shuddered, remembering all that pain, biting her thumb with a scared expression. "I never felt such pain, it was maddening! I don't want to feel it again! Yet, even now, I feel something alike like back then. Bloodlust it was? Honestly, it was a strange feeling, but also, give me the strength and the will to not back down, but continue to fight. With nail and teeth if it was necessary. With my Esper powers cut back then, only this dark feeling pushed me forward, in so much I lost my mind and almost tore her apart! I need to control myself!" Clenching her fist, she swore never again to lose her mind.
'Clash! Clash! Clash!'
The death knight armor and shield was full with gashes and burns, half of its helmet cleaved in two. Whatever caused all this damage, it left the creature in a miserable state. Whatever left this damage, it has undoubtedly had some kind of energy weapon to do all of this, and vast potential and skill to use it on top of that!
'Brandish! Brandish!'
Before the death knight, a creature stood. Its plate armor scaled, mostly grey, mixing black elements, in several places outlined with beautiful gold. The donned trooper armor covered with runes, incorporating both demonic and angelic design.
It would be a beautiful and sleek mix of the two. Mixing some kind or royal authority with the commanding presence of the demons, with all that vicious spikes protruding from the scaled plate in several places. Yet, now it was somehow broken, several cracks appeared on the outside shell, emitting ethereal energies both chaotic, and ordered in nature!
"Owaaa!"
"…"
Facing the Death Knight, the creature said nothing, just raised its two-handed energy blade — which danced in chaotic black and white light, only its handle made from some kind of black metal — prepared to clash once more with the deadly undead.
Like waiting for a command, the creatures did nothing for a long moment, only after Ainz waving them to continue they rushed forward.
'Swish! Clang! Clang! Clang! Burn!'
For any normal people, the fight between the two otherworldly creatures may seem just a blur. For Ainz and Esdeath they were pretty slow in comparison.
"Huh… I wonder how long they can go…"
"Yup, it is more than ten minutes since the two hacking each other…"
"Don't you think we should stop them?" Ainz asked somewhat bored.
This was just a test, testing out the capabilities of Esdeath's summon... The Nephalem Tropper.
This said summon, which boosted similar capabilities than the Death Knight, but instead of high defense, it raised top offensive and somewhat weaker defensive skills.
Just like the Death Knight, it was also a mid-tier summon similar in level, like the previously mentioned creature.
Ainz was somewhat specialized for summoning, calling cannon fodder, Esdeath was not so much, yet despite the second was not specialized in calling creatures for battle to aid them, and creating fodder for battle, this "dark knight" facing the death knight stand on the ground firmly, held the line against a monster created by a player like Ainz. The Nephalem trooper was pretty durable and could mix different fighting styles in a whim! That was their strength. Just like a real trooper on the battlefield, it can incorporate different tactic to win the battle.
In exchange, however…
Sprouting energy wings, the Nephalem Trooper jumped up from the ground, transforming its sword into a bow made from similar energy, shooting the death knight from above.
"The projectiles barely do any damage to the DK…"
Momonga mused. Indeed, most of Esdeath's summons were pretty versatile, and most of the times strong if it comes to that. You can call them a swiss army knife if you wish. Most can use ranged and close ranged weaponry, simply transforming their respective weapons to the form they needed.
For example, just now, the previous sword handle melted down, creating the base of an elegant energy bow.
"These summons of her strong, and versatile. However, against specialized summons like mine, they will be inferior, almost always. Well, most of the times. True, neither of us used special summon strengthening skills just now — Not as she had many of them, she absolutely not specialized to this… what makes her summons stand up to mine this time is her race's ridiculous resistances and stats. The quality that her summons usually inherit…. A simple angel or demon of the same level, called by her would have fallen long ago against my death knight…"
And indeed, most of those creatures are inferior compared to their mixed blooded counterpart. Like in real life, if two different race could reproduce, and managed to create an offspring, usually, this hybrid had better characteristic than its pure blooded relatives.
Genes most of the times not accidentally mix the way they are under reproduction, if not some glitch and bug in their "pairing program", then "the reproduction algorithm" containing the sequences to pair the best genes, will always chose the most adequate way to produce stronger, faster, smarter, more durable offspring! All of this in the name of evolution, in the name of survival, doing this to adjust the offspring the best way to the outside environment and the coming hardships await them in the harsh, cruel, outside world.
For humans, this adjustment was a slow process, but for many races, this evolution was a lot faster. Take the rats or any bacteria for example. Under a few decades of growth, most of them became immune the type of poisons, and anti-biotic most of the times used against them, forcing humans to develop stronger and stronger methods to deal with them. Yet, they always adjust themselves, becoming immune to the attacker. That's the way of evolution. They are taking the hardships, turning them to strength!
"Brain-san, do you see anything?" On the side, Elysia asked, squinting her eyes, trying to follow up the match.
"Barely…" answered the man with blue hair, from his face perspiration pouring downward. Following the match from the beginning to this point was mentally exhausting at least.
"This one sees them…" mumbled Hamsuke, giving her best serious face. "They are really fast, this one not sure can keep up with that two — even doing her best, not sure…"
"…" Brain shuddered. When he first got there, he faced a similar creature, and he miserably lost against it. Even doing his best he lost…
"By the way, Elysia-chan…"
"Yes…" the kitsune shrugged irritated, looking at her "companion" with a murderous glare.
"Looking good in that maid attire…" Esdeath pointed out in a grin. "Never thought you would wear it willingly."
"I am not, your idiot maids made me wear…" mumbling, she turned her head away, her cheeks reddening slightly.
"Why not say "no" to them then? You have mouth no?"
"That's…?!" she bit her lip before saying anything "bad," or heavily vulgar and offensive.
Indeed, she should! But there was the word; "should" present in the sentence. The maids may be weaker than her, but with those golems behind their back, not speaking with the guards outside of the door she just can't say "no." In truth, she tried it a few times before, and honestly, that apathetic, insisting look the maids gave her was like they grow several sizes… hellish fires behind their back, making her oblige willingly.
"They are just strange and scary…"
"Just shut up! It was my decision…" she shouted in the end, looking away.
Esdeath and Ainz just watched her for long moments, smiling at each other sweatdropping.
"So impulsive… are you hungry, or what?"
"Just shut up!"
Brain and Hamsuke was a little bit uneasy, the two sitting on comfortable chairs, leisurely chatting only a few dozens of meters away from those monstrous creatures were basically gods, and this girl just said one of them to "shut up!", and now Brain just can't decide if the girl had balls — more than most likely any man alive — or was simply crazy.
"How is the plan coming along, Ainz-san?" Ignoring the maid kitsune, in the next moment, Esdeath asked stuffing some chips.
"Which one?"
"The one with that Lizardmen village…"
"Hmm… that…" Ainz turned back to the scene, watching the fighting sides further. His friend is picking up some juice and drinking it.
The five of them watched the match from the VIP lounge of the arena, as you may surmise, they were on the sixth floor. "Quite good, quite good, I entrusted Cocytus with the control of the operations. Hopefully, he is up to the task…"
Esdese stopped, giving Ainz a strange look behind the glass.
"What…?"
"Are you sure it is a good idea? I mean, Cocytus is a good fighter, I can personally vouch for his skill… but I don't remember I read anything about him being a military genius…"
"Hmm, is that so…?" Ainz fondled his chin.
"Yeah, pretty much. Not as I want to doubt his chances. But if I guess it right for now. You told him not to interfere with the battle, directly, no?"
"I may said something like that…" honestly, he forgot about it, and it was not important anyway, it was just a test battle after all. Even if they fail, they will simply dozer away those lizards with pure force, then gather their corpses for experiments.
"Don't you think it was a little bit reckless? I mean, if Demiurge's reports are true, the capabilities of the "dummies" are way over of a simple human. Don't you think a few skeletons you gave him will not suffice?"
"That's…" Ainz's words stuck on his throat, feeling a little bit embarrassed. "That's all part of the plan…" he tried to save the situation before the several Draconoid guards guarded them. But maybe, just maybe, Esdeath knew too well it was not true.
Poor Brain and Hamsuke, not even suspected what the two is speaking about. As for Elysia… she started to get annoyed because no one tells her anything about this "plan." Suspecting more behind this "ruse."
"If she would have nuts, I would just kick them right now to make her speak! This doesn't sound like a military exercise at all! It is more like they discussing a military movement against an unsuspecting target." she thought just now, ignoring the chat of the two for a moment.
Naturally, they told the kitsune not the crucial parts. If she would know them, she would just scream, and act annoying. Referring they can't do this with demi-humans. Referring even the Lizardmen as well have family, feelings, and such nonsense things… it was better not speaking her about Esdeath's "project" at all. It would just complicate their life.
Both Ainz and Esdeath rather not want to hear that, thus, carefully formulated their words, telling a half lie to her. Referring this is just an "innocent" military exercise against "dummies" no one will miss.
"Oh! I see then…" she chuckled, giving Goosebumps everyone around her. "In that case, why don't we bet?"
"I will not gamble with you…" Ainz started to sulk, remembering the time when the band did a gamble with each other.
"Why not?"
"You know very well why not…"
"What? Are you implying I am a cheater? Shame on you! Mister!" standing up, she pointed at Ainz accusing, the Overlord just shook his head and continued to watch the match from his throne, completely ignoring the girl with ashen skin.
"…"
It was quite a comical sight, seeing beings with such power act like this. Seeing it, Brain can't help but chuckle — immediately earning a glare from the draconoid guards around.
"It is strange how well they resemble humans. Monsters should be vicious, uncivilized bunch, only caring to destroy anything that is in their way. And here is this place, these two… whatever Esdeath-sama for this Ainz fellow, they act like old friends… or more like, a father and her easy-going daughter. Messing with each other, speaking about old memories... Quite an unlikely duo considering one is an Elder Lich — most likely — the second…" Brain tried to figure out what she was, unable to find his answer. "I am not sure what she is… For appearance, she is too human not to consider her one. Only her beauty makes her inhuman…"
"What bet…?" Elysia watched the two annoyed, only to receive a long silence before the answer.
"Don't ask, it is just embarrassing to speak about…"
"I will tell you later…" Defying Ainz's words, Esdeath stuck her tongue.
"No, you will not! That personal stuff… embarrassing at that!"
"Ok…" she started to sulk, pulling her knees under herself. "Grouchy Grinch…"
"Hmph!" Ainz huffed indignant, turning back the match, taking a regal position in his seat.
For long moments, silence, and the voice of constant clash ruled the arena. In the end, it was Ainz who broke the silence.
"What about your little project? Is it coming along well…"
"According to the reports, yes… Zero-chan does everything in his power to make sure everything goes fine. Thought…"
"Thought…"
Esdeath pulled her knees in her grasp, biting her thumb, looking really stressed. "His reports several hundred pages long. All the time and it is just a daily report. Even going through it exhausting…" she grabbed her head looking horrified. "It is like I am forced to read logs, again! I hate reading logs! I hate those things! It makes me remember when I had to debug the code of the newbies! Without using my powers to shorten the process, and instantly process the information. It would take my whole day!"
"Then what's wrong? Are you able to solve the problem, no?"
She offered Ainz a flat face. An expression that said: 'You will never understand…'
"He sends at least ten of those reports! At least TEN! Each day! It makes my head hurt! Being this mental pain comes from my own stress; I can't even nullify it with items!"
Her eyes trembled, looking like a person who had been tortured and mentioning this made her remember the torture she went through.
"Oh…" Momonga gulped his nonexistent saliva. He as well receives reports daily base, but all of them just one or two pages long — maximum! His subordinates make sure to put everything as sort as possible. "But I suppose, Zero is an automaton. Machines usually like to give a wide report about the data they collected. But hundreds of pages!? Holy fuck! That guy is surely meticulous! Is he logs every minute? No! Seconds! That's crazy!"
He remembered, before becoming like this… under his daily work as a salaryman, almost all the information he needed for his job and received under his hand had been pre-processed at least a few AI filters before he or any of his workmates get their hands on it.
In the year 2138, the amount of information was not a problem… the problem was… they basically drowned under the amount of unprocessed, raw data they received in every second.
Without several servers, the AI processing and selecting them 24h, the whole world would have drowned in the amount of data they received, frozen, helpless to do anything as they simply could not decide what to do with the excess information.
"It is sad, but it was our sad reality. We were basically addicted to our machines to do the wood chopping for us. The more sad truth is…" Momonaga gulped down his phantom salvia, feeling disturbed knowing the truth.
"We as well used up by the same reason. Most who worked for their superiors, us, simple middle and low-class workers could expect nothing, but to send to do the second round of wood chopping after the machines finished with their own round. Working endlessly under the managers who gained more and more wealth. Stepping higher and higher, earning their wealth, building their empire on our back… on our carcass…"
Watching Esdeath at his side, remembering what those people have done with his friends and him, Momonga clenched his fist in anger, and his emotion suppression activated. Constantly flaring up and down for long seconds.
"I will not allow this to happen with them! Not here! Not ever! I will break the cycle! We will be better than that!"
"Suu! Suu!" Elysia patted Esdeath's head, looking slightly concerned. "Why she reacted like this? Can't she simply say to that "thing" to put it short… she seems, stressed…"
"Huu…" Momonga just sighed, shaking his head. "You don't understand. There is a story, behind this behavior. Her constant stress…" watching her once more, Momonga turned back, watching the battle. "A story, not for everyone. A personal story, not for the ears of the newcomers…"
Brain and Hamsuke stiffened hearing this. It seemed, even gods have their weak moments.
"Well, I can't help without you telling me." Elysia huffed, watching Ainz like a strict parent, puffing her cheek serious.
"Not here, not now, not for you…" he said only that much, continuing to watch the battle, ignoring her.
Esdeath breathed deep, her momentary seizure ending. Elysia still concerned watched her, but said nothing.
"Only a day and Cocytus will start the battle against the Lizardmen. I am intrigued about the result… also, I wonder what she and Zero came up with." Glancing at his friend, she as well watched the battle, her eyes looked slightly exhausted.
"Let's hope; it is worth all the energy and effort we put into this…"
And thus, the band continued to watch the match, contemplating what will happen next.
Scene Change: Swamp:
"Fuh! Fuh! Fuh! Fuh!"
Their "mighty" steed rode with full speed, panting in the toxic, mushroom infected air rapidly. Previous two rode two, now two rides only one.
"I SAID IT EXIST! IT EXIST!"
The male Armat roared scared, glaring forward with a horrified expression. Behind him, the female seated, ogling the back of her friend from the backseat of the only remained Pox Rat.
"HOW SHOULD I KNOW IT DOES EXIST!? I THOUGHT THE ELDERS ONLY SAID TO SCARE THE KIDS!"
The female roared back through the heavy bandage, serving as primitive air filter muffling her voice greatly.
"OWAAAAAH! GRREEATeSASAAMAA!"
Behind their back, an enormous creature conducted its stampede. Like an unstoppable force, charged through the swampy area under it. Be it small wildlife, huge mushrooms or even the environment. It broke through everything come in its way.
"We maybe have no choice but stop and kill it…"
"WHAT? HAVE YOU GONE MAD!? DID YOU SAW THE SIZE OF THAT THING!? HOW EASILY IT RIPPED APART MY POX RAT?! WE WOULDN'T FARE A MINUTE BEFORE IT DEVOUR US!"
"…" remembering what happened, remembering how easily it surprised them, then almost devoured both of them with just one swoop, it was a sensible reaction.
Still, what choice they had? If Vault calculated it right, they are still an hour away from the border of this area. And even if they reach it, what guarantee the creature simply let them go?
They were well aware, facing this abomination was impossible, yet, maybe they have no chance but do so.
"GUAHHH! KAKAKAKAKAEAEKAK!"
The creature had many eyes, all foggy, blind looking, scattered through its body. It's a build like the mix of a gorilla and a lizard type monster.
Several tentacles, filled with small mouths protruding from its deformed body, filled with gruesome looking rotten teeth's placed in an uneven manner. It's head grotesque, resembling of a crocodile, long, it's mouth covered with tentacles.
"Lupsdafjsagig dfusdgsugd…."
It was like it wanted to speak, spouting things in an underworldly language, spouting words no living, or even unliving can understand. Or, even if they can decipher, they would right away go mad from the realization.
"Dammit! Throw the explosive concoction!"
"But we are too close!"
"Just throw it! Or we will all die here!
Raki gritted her teeth, searching the alchemical bottle in her bag. "Here!" and from her bag, a liquid colored sick orange recovered.
"Throw it!"
This liquid was hard to make, and it took a long time to brew in this environment.
The tribe used rare ingredients and great effort to do so — not many of these bottles they had. Maximum one hundred bottles for the whole tribe and they spared one, just to make their journey more comfortable.
"Dammit!"
And when she was on to throw the liquid…
"What is this? The beast…"
"What!?"
The beast jumped, trying to stop abruptly, leaving a trail behind them.
'Sniff! Sniff!'
Sniffing in the air like it smelled something more interesting, more delicious! The tentacles before the biggest mouth tasted the air; the deformed teeth clattered in hunger. The blind eyes are turning foggier, and vicious looking.
"Roahhhhh! EAKFD-sofasafg!"
"It is…?"
"Running away!?"
'Thump! Thump! Thump!' the ground trembled as the creature stopped.
"No… more like…" Vault contemplated, watching behind to see the creature started to sprint in a different direction. Seeing it disappear in the mushy swamp. "It is like a beast smelled a bait. Ruining in its direction…"
"Well, whatever…" Raki shrugged, looking forward. "At least, we are on our way. Hopefully, we will not encounter it anymore."
"Yeah…" Vault and Raki gulped deep, swearing never to mock the tales of the elders. And thus, with the same thought, increasing their pace.
The two warrior caste left the wetlands most dangerous region behind. Hoping, never had to return again… Neither of them suspected, it was not their only meeting with the terrifying monster. Not in the long run — as in the future, they will have plenty of chance to get it to know closer.
…
Almost six hours later, the two reached a strange place. Leaving behind the infected mushroom part of the great lake. The duo entered a territory which scattered with tall trees forming an impenetrable crown above them. The ground still muddy, scattered with deep holes filled which were a lot deeper than one might first suspect.
Without webbed legs, it was quite hard to travel through this area…
Heading forward on a thin ness, towards their destination, Raki shrugged, feeling the prying eyes all over them.
"Hmm, I see, so they are cautious, as always…"
"Wouldn't you be?" Vault chuckled. "They as well most likely received the warning… It is only natural."
Continuing their way, the two Armats were aware, even possessing such outstanding qualities and senses as they are, they wouldn't be able to sense the characters watching their journey under the way.
Only out of their awareness, they know where to focus, subtly watching the scattered guard spots amidst the canopy of the trees — watching the small mounds where time to time a hidden figure changed position when they left them behind.
"Heh! They never change…"
"Never ever…!" the two chuckled, chatting leisurely.
Two more hours passed as they headed forward, reaching a point! A place where the scouts can't ignore their presence anymore. No matter if they knew them or not, their tasks was to guard the main village from intruders, and fend off, or lead away from any dangerous beasts closing on it.
"Halt there! Croak!"
Immediately, several toadmen aimed their bows against them, watching from the trees, several more appeared from the burrows on the ground, pointing their weapons against the two.
"Easy there… we come with peace. You know us…" immediately, Vault and Raki dismounted, raising their hands with an uneasily smiling expression.
"Is that so…?" asked one of them, following a rigid movement where he slowly closed on the two targets, the male toadman in the tightly fitting handmade leather closed on them behind.
"Really, don't you remember me? Buddy…?" Vault nodded with an eased expression, offering no reaction which could betray any ill intent.
"If that's so? Ribbit! If you really the one I remember. Then… what is my favorite instrument?"
Walking closer, the toadmen wearing body fitting leather, with several bone reinforcements part, ankle, and elbow pads glared at Vault behind, pointing his bone sword against his neck, in his toad eyes strange malicious intent lit.
"You don't have one; you think they are just noise makers…"
"Why so, answer me that then…"
"You like your own "song" too much to stain it with simple noise those "things" gave away…" Vault answered honestly, barely able to hold back his laughter.
Watching him for a moment, then lowering his short weapon, he said so.
"Turn around then, slowly, let me see your faces…"
Turning around, Raki and Vault encountered a wide mouth. Stretched wide and upward even compared to a toadman. If it even can be called a smile — for a toad like demi-human, it was hard to tell — even for Vault who meet many of the said species before don't know for sure.
"You damn bastard!"
"Ugh!" the toadmen hit Vault's gut hard, making him grab it leaning forward. "You still owe me for that potion! You damn bastard! And don't dare to mock my tone! You know very well my song is the best!"
"Best to make your opponent yield…" he mumbled, earning one more hit to his stomach. "Agh! Sorry! Sorry! I know! I know…" Vault coughed, and the toadman turned to Raki, smiling very awkward.
"Good to see you, Raki-chan…"
"Hmph, Frage…" she only nodded, squinting her eyes. "Hopefully, you know your place this time…"
"Yes! Yes! Certainly…" seeing the sweating face of the toadmen, it was evident he did something wrong against the female Armat in the past. Something that was best to let alone for now.
"So, why do you come?" subtly signing his men to lower their weapons, they did so, looking at each other smugly. They knew these two Armats, remembering them from their past visits.
Also, the passphrase had been said; the secret question had been answered. Which meant they were recognized as "not to kill on sight" targets. Or rather said, "friends", envoys of the other clan.
No matter their previous wars against each other, several of them formed bonds either in their captivity or through their trades. It was expected under war.
Also, no matter the enmity between different people, trading with each other was the crucial part of coexistence and gathering information from each other. Even in century's long disagreement, two countries will always keep up the diplomatic relationship, for certain costs exchange resources. It was the required discomfort to upkeep their existence as separate species.
"I assume, you as well received a certain message?"
"What message?" Frage's eyes squinted seriously, suspecting what the two is speaking bout.
"A message from a certain chaotic deity…"
"I see…" slowly nodding towards his companions, the scout toadmen waved to follow.
"Follow me... we have not much time. I will lead you to leader-sama… He will tell you the details. As well you can state why you came…"
"Very well. Lead the way…"
And thus, the small group started their journey… it took one more hour on feet to reach the main village of the toadmen, under that the sides chatted a little bit.
"So, you as well had been threatened by these "Herald of Great Darkness"…" asked Vault, looking forward as they reached closer to the village.
"Indeed, they gave us a warning, a grave warning we can't ignore…" Frage remained silent for a moment. "Thought, I warn you. Most of the elders still see this as a simple trick of others. A simple ruse is trying to force us to move into a disadvantageous position… Croak! They are foolish… but even leader-sama can't do anything about it. Unfortunately, the council has its tools to keep him in shock."
"I see…"
In the next moment, they spotted the village, a bustling settlement well hidden in the swamp.
"Here we are… our central village. Village Dverge…" the toadmen smiled, having great memories about this place.
The settlement where several tribes gathered was quite extensive, several wooden fortifications and spikes served as the base of the defense around the camp and the structures, keeping the wandering beast away.
Yes, it was evident from even outside, this camp fortified since their last visit, even Raki recognized that.
"Well, they are certainly prepared…" Vault murmured, his eyes following the outlines of the well-hidden camp. Well, they are hidden for simple humans, and beasts. For experienced demi-humans, not so much.
Reaching the entrance of the settlement, several toadmen with light, leather armor awaited them, holding different weapons made from stones, bones and hardened wood.
"I will leave you there; I still need to keep my eyes on our perimeter. Watching not to the invaders start their attack earlier than planned, accidentally speaking. Soon, leader-sama will come. I sent one of my scouts ahead to notify him…"
"Umu! Take care!" waving him away, Frage left, leaving alone the two Armat, and the Pox-Rat named Riska.
"Well, girl, here we are… I bet you are hungry…" the giant rat mount panted, licking her owner happily with the salivating mouth.
"Let's hope that idiot will come as soon as he can…"
Raki just smirked, saying nothing, instead shook her head.
…
Some time passed…
"…" just now, walking with great confidence and pride, a toadmen, sporting a full armor made from some strange bones walked towards the entrance of the camp — every clansman he passed nodded towards him with respect.
His ropy skin was dark green with several dark yellow spots adorning it. His face painted with dark red war paint.
"Hmm, good, just as expected…Ribbit!" a quick ribbit left his throat, a sound his species used to release time to time under speech. Looking around, satisfied with the current progress of the fortification, the man hummed with great satisfaction.
The inhabitants of this settlement were mostly toadmen. A bipedal race with toad characteristic. Their agile, webbed limbs were strong. Mostly their legs which were capable of accelerating them with great speed and made them able to jump into incredible distance and height — At least, compared to a human, or other species.
Looking in the direction of the entrance, between the guardsmen two ratmen wearing leather padded chainmail and sporting a sword on their side awaited his arrival.
"Oi!" yelled the Armat, spotting his friend arriving, and the leader nodded back with a smile. Despite the past contradictions between their species, Vault managed to form a quite close bond with these people.
"My friend! It is good to see you! Croak!" the toadmen with the strange bone "plate" curved his mouth wide, most likely smiled at the two foreigners.
"It's good to see you too." the two give him a friendly expression, giving each other a usual welcome. (Patting each other shoulders meanwhile grabbing each other forearm)
"What can I do for you? As you see, we are quite busy with our preparations."
Peeking through the fortified wooden gate, in the far, seeing the subtle signs of preparation, the male Armat's expression turned more rigid under a moment. "Then, I assume, you as well received the message from the dark cloud."
The toad's expression turned more severe and dark immediately, nodding. "Indeed… we are preparing ever since. Some of us already started the evacuation just to be sure, as well, we sent out our scouts to see what's going on. Ribbit!"
"I see…" the Armat with grey fur and red eyes stared deeply in the toadmen's horizontally slit eyes, saying his own part.
"We meet them; they were the ones escorted back us there…"
"That's good… now, as it is cleared, what I can do for you? We are quite busy here as you see! Any delay might cost more lives…"
"We need your help…" Vault stated his request head-on, completely serious about the matter, looking at his "friend" somewhat desperate.
The toadmen glanced around subtly, signing them. "Come with me…" looking at the guards with a serious expression, the leader of the tribe gave a sound that was this race's own, resembling the mix of a threatening growl and a croak.
"Ribbit…" the guards gave their response, nodding with a rigid expression before standing back before the gates.
"How is the situation?"
As they headed inside of the camp, looking around, on several corners lookout towers emerged, most of them constructed not long ago, serving as vantage points against the closing enemy. Several of them have much wetter, older design. A few toadmen tried to reinforce them in the last moments. It was not needed as they seemed sturdy enough, but it was better to be sure than regret it later.
"We received the warning several days ago… Croak…" the leader stopped for a moment, gulping hesitantly.
"I assume, it threatened you as well. Saying, it will send its armies, decimating your people and taking them as slaves. Urging you to resist."
"Exactly…" nodded the tribe's leader…
Looking a little bit around, the houses made from wood and supported by stilts, keeping them above the usual water levels.
Although, there was an example for homes embedded in the ground, or the few stout trees all around, several suspension bridges connecting the different platforms above, making it look like a network of cables connecting the different homes, setting on various platforms.
As usual, the wetlands lacked the necessary amount of metal and stone to build anything from it. Thus, the few scraps the inhabitants found around significantly treasured.
Today, the traffic in this exact settlement was quite loud. All thanks to the grave threat rose on the horizon around a few days ago, threatening with destruction. Because of this, the uproar was big, everyone either prepared to leave or was on full alert, arranged the surrounding for battle, making weapons, donning the armor. Adjusting the defenses around the settlement, or even raising new fortifications. A primitive wall created from mud raised not long ago, currently reinforced by the druids and magic casters.
"How many days?"
"We have around two days left before the announced attack. You?"
Making a quick calculation, calculating their journey through the dangerous area and the time they reached this place, Vault answered. "We have five more days… maybe a little less…"
"I see, that means my tribe will be the first to attack… a pity…" the toadmen in bone plate looked away, some sadness lingering in his eyes. He certainly hoped other tribes would be attacked first. He honestly hoped others fall first which case would rarefy the attacking enemy. But it seems luck was not on their side.
The enemy attacking others would mean that even if others fall first, their tribe will face a weakened demonic army. That said, they had a better chance of survival.
Of course, naturally, this is only true if the person behind this threat was the same as the one who threatened Vault's tribe. If not, if they face different opposition, then the situation is a lot more complicated. Then they not only need to calculate the attacking enemy, but the fact others as well can attack them.
"In that situation, the best we could do is to try to play them against each other, luring the opposing factions to attack, and weaken each other. If it is the case, I think it is doable, though, due to the lack of time, and being we know nothing about the enemy helps not… our scouts sent to scout their camp never returned…"
The appointed toadmen leader though so, watching his "friends" with silence for a moment. In the end, it was Vault who spoke first.
"Considering the same thing happened with your tribe, under such a small time frame. I wonder if our attackers are the same…"
"I thought the same… ribbit…" the toadmen chief nodded, looking around right away, recognizing the concerned face of the citizens, all watching him seeking hope. "The same happened with you. The same with us…"
"Did you sent messengers for the other tribes?"
"Yup! Sent them! But neither of them returned yet… I am surprised you did not encounter them under your way here…" turning to his friends, the toadman in bone plate inquired once more. "You encountered them?"
"Well…" Raki and Vault watched each other uneasily.
"Don't say!" his horizontally slit eyes widened, watching the two "madmen."
"Yeah… right… we kinda cut our path through the dangerous region…"
"Huh!?" shaking their heads, a few demi-human who heard them started to murmur, looking at each other scared. Every single person, from the eldest to the youngest kid learns early, never go near that area or "It" will chase them down, and suck out their bone marrow empty.
Although many thought the creature only existed in the legends — in the wild tales, the elders told to the young brats to make them behave — Vault and Raki now know too well, "It" exists out there… Even if it was not the mysterious creature, the one strange being they encountered and chased for a long time certainly matched the terrifying outline the stories gave it.
"Are you mad!? Croak!" the leader roared with them, attracting attention to them. "Even desperate! You shouldn't go through that area! It is suicide incarnate!"
Indeed, as painted before, not only dangerous beast lurked in that particular area, but the air was toxic. Parasitic mushrooms and other goodies awaited anyone stumbled there. Even the environment was deadly seeking to eliminate anyone entered here.
Who knows not where to step, will be swallowed by a hidden crevice, or something worse… legends said a cursed tribe of beastmen lurked there, serving "It," kidnapping children to provide a sacrifice for the beast.
"Ye-Yeah…" Vault scratched his head embarrassed. "Yet, we did it…" his tone turned rigid. "Clutch-kun, we are desperate. No, more than that! Our tribe is hesitant; we are on the verge to fall apart. We need to ask now! Or we will die in fear! Worse! As slaves!"
He will not even mention the tragedy they experienced not long ago. The corruption, and death of their king. The loss they suffered when they were forced to fight against the demonized Gritch and their kind.
"Hopefully the people we sent manages to convince Raidyn and Elysia-dono for the seriousness of the situation… hopefully, they can convince them to notify the guild to send more people. Hopefully, other tribes also join our cause."
Though, it was a selfish desire, referring to the unknown, closing danger… a danger that might surpass their wildest imagination!
According to the act they witnessed, the act which decimated the protective, banishing barrier their combined forces put up, the counterattack which was shattered so easily…
But one can hope, that like just in a story, the good and just will triumph in the end, banishing evil once and for all — referring good and just, Vault imagined their side as one, not the invaders who came to kill and enslave them.
"You are really lucky…" smiled the toadmen named Clutch somewhat mischievous.
'Grrr…!' at that moment, both travelers' stomach growled loud, signing their apparent hunger.
"Oh! I see…" Clutch laughed light-hearted. "Come then, eat something. You look like shit. Your way there must be thought through that hellish place. Satiated, you can state your request to the War Council… with a clearer head…" he added in the end, looking at the Pox Rat who licked him with happiness.
"Kyuuu!"
"Yeah! Yeah! I also happy you are here… you big cow… Are you happy too? I will make sure to get you something nice."
And thus, the trio headed to the toadmen's home. Eating something edible before stating why they came for.
The food was nothing luxurious, just a few rations the man could spare, made from the wildlife, insects and edible plants the toadmen usually found in the surrounding.
For a species like Armat, it was all the same; they were basically omnivorous. But even so, both Raki and Vault can agree on one thing… the culinary masterpieces the toadmen kitchen offered was not their favorite kind of food.
All those insects mixed with those underwater plants were less than gusto for them. But either way, they stuffed it down. In one way, the food was full of the necessary things their body needed to keep going, provided the vital energy; another way it was filling.
Their journey took more than a day through that hellish place, it was more than tiring, and although being Armats, they could go without food for weeks, without water more than a week, journeying through the whole place with an empty stomach was still straining and left them in a bad mood. One can't think clearly with an empty stomach and a bad mood.
Their return albeit most likely not lead through that dangerous area after what they experienced, it will be a long journey without a stop — as they had no time to spare simply camping in the wild.
It will be a journey still filled with unprecedented dangers, and the chance the enemy followed them and ambushed the duo in the worst possible moment.
Naturally, under they ate something, Clutch also ordered his men to cater the Pox Rat — Riska — with something edible and refresh the cattle, as she deserved as much by saving her masters, as well, the man favored the animal, referring their past experience.
…
Under they ate, they spoke about everyday things. Inquiring about how things going in the meantime. They will have enough time to worry about tomorrow, what comes after they proposed their idea to the war council. For now, they wanted some easy going chat, not to worry.
Though Clutch was the chief of the tribe and a hero in the eyes of his people, he was just one man... A man with great influence in both places… still, just one man…
The toadmen experienced the rule of tyrants before, experiencing near extinction event under the time of Evil Deities, changing their governing structure after that! Neither of them wanted to experience it once more.
Yet, here they were, maybe, they will live through that time once more…
"I see, that's the case… ribbit!" thought, under eating, Vault and Raki can't help but tell the rough happenings.
How that evil being appeared, how it scared their people, and how it resisted, then crushed the resistance they put up. It was shameful even mentioning it.
"Hmm, it almost happened the same way. Thought, my people were not that insisting on rising at once. They have simply watched it disappear after stating its message. Truly shameful, is it…?"
Clutch laughed wryly, remembering the terrifying scene. Remembering how his people stood there, horrified, unable to do something. Or more like, too coward to do something.
Basically, the whole tribe froze more than one day — even the council retreating to their lairs — not even moving out, refusing to communicate. The apter right away left, bringing their families with them.
He was sure, a few people from the Armat tribe also did just that. But to freak out that much to descend in a state where they are even unable to retaliate, even with mere words that were genuinely shameful.
"I see… Croak!" nodded Clutch swallowing the last insect.
"Let's see the elder council then… I will support you, but I can't say the same about my fellow clansmen. Please understand, they are scared beyond measure. Since the last great war with the lizardmen and your tribe, this is our greatest crisis! Most of them still think this is some kind of trick. The illusion other tribes called to life just to scare us away, unable to accept the truth. Unfortunately, without any evidence to prove its not just a trick, more and more people will think the same way. Preparing this fight like before… our last mistake… " he said that much, gulping sweating.
"I completely understand you… please lead the way… we do our best to convince your elders."
And thus, Clutch lead the way through the camp. Many eyes peered at the two newcomers. Some whispered in fear, saying this is the end. Some said disgusting things, filled with hate and racism behind their back.
"Spies…"
"Rat things…"
Yes, even amongst demi-humans, the stench that was radical racism existed. Even in hard times like this, it lived its finest time. Because sometimes… no! Always! A crisis brought together people. But sometimes, it also intensified the hate they fed towards each other. Because always, they tried to find a scapegoat to blame their suffering and unfortunate circumstances on others.
Because always, the community usually chose those who are different, always, the exile, the foreigners they recognize not their own, just to blame the fault and unfortunate circumstances on them. Because it was easier to blame others about your fault than realize it was your own or was the fault of neither side. Refusing to spend energy to find the real culprit.
Yes, not only humans bore this sin called prejudice, but every other species carried this, carried the disease called "free will," carried this deadly sickness made them unable to work together, bringing ruin in war and peace equally.
Even in crisis, this phenomenon coming from their nature separated the people of different species, different religions, different beliefs… only too late making them realize the worthlessness of their hate. Because in death, it matters not what you believe, or which side you stand… in the end, only the end matters! Because in death, everyone is equal… noble, commoner, slave, rich and poor, everyone dies the same way…
"Your people…" Raki clicked her tongue, but she can't blame them, her people would act the same. Their species deep inside carried the same ancient hate coming from their long antagonism dates back in the times of the Evil Deities.
"Do you blame them?" Clutch asked solemn, leading the way through the village.
As they walked through the camp, they saw many people doing their last minute preparation. The druids reinforcing the mud walls, archers making more arrows, warriors training, donning their bone made armor, oiling their weapons. Outside a few toadmen placing traps, digging and hiding pitfalls filled with spikes.
As said, metal was rare in the wetlands and around the great lake… and anyway… most toads can't stand wearing it. Thus, almost all warriors wore either leather, hide, or some bone reinforced armor. Some not even bothered with it.
Metal armor not only burdened them but restricted their movement. The heavy armor most of the times prevented them the use of their agile nature at the fullest, making their jumping capabilities less effective. Some of the toadmen were even allergic to metals thanks to the sticky, exposed nature of their skin.
All in all, it was less useful for a toadmen to wear metal armor, than hiding, leather, or even bone made… and even then, a full bone plate like the one that was Clutch wore was pretty rare. It was not only hard to make, but somewhat restricted the movement of the wearer.
True, the one which the toadmen in the current scene wore was segmented, allowing a somewhat more flexible movement. Made from a strange bone, it looked both lights and hard at the same time.
"The artifact of the clan… the armor made from the bones of an ancient Flame Dragon…" Vault recognized the treasure of the toadmen right away and wondered where the others were. "Oh! Raidyn-dono, if only you didn't destroy most of our treasures… dammit!"
Clutch's feet were bare, giving him the chance to stick on surfaces, using the suction cups positioned on the webbed fingers on his feet.
Walking to the wood-made small cabin near the biggest tree, Clutch signed to the people to raise them.
"Lift us up!"
Immediately, the box, which was in truth a primitive elevator raised, boosted by the people near the top those turned a crank. A counterweight came down right away, and the small box raised from the ground.
Indeed, this was a finely constructed primitive elevator. Even the Armats not used such a device. It showed how advanced these people were.
"Well, this is a sight to behold…" Vault commented, witnessing the small network of suspension bridges those connected the different towering trees, connecting platforms which constructed on the side of the trunks. "Your people certainly built a lot of things since I was last passed your village…" Vault smiled, looking the sight to behold.
"So bad it most likely destroyed in three days… croak…" Clutch said so with some disappointment and sadness. His voice filled with helplessness.
Witnessing the dark cloud, hearing the world ending threat and what it brought to his people. Looking up, watching the crown of the trees, and feeling the glooming atmosphere of the wetlands covering the bright sky — remembering the scouts sent to call others in arms, and the ones sent to scout out the enemy's fortification still not returned from their mission — he can't help it, but feel helpless, feel small, feel, it would be better just to give up, and let the monsters kill him and his tribe.
"Don't worry; we will see this through…" Vault placed him on his shoulder, but it did not help, it helped not at all…
"You are too optimistic, my friend, but let's hope so…"
Finally, after more than a minute long ride, the elevator finally stopped, only a minute walk away from the main building located in the biggest platform.
"Here we are… be prepared. The council just as diehard as you remember them."
"Don't worry…" Vault and Raki watched each other somewhat wry. "We know what it means. Our elders are the same… can't see the wood for the trees…"
"Let's hope; you are prepared for it. Most of them went completely insane from this ordeal. All day is arguing with each other. Leaving very few members actually to do the decision making. Even as the chief of the tribe, I could barely do something with them."
Seeing the closing leader, the elite guards nodded towards the approaching people, only doing that much...
They were a demi-human tribe; you cannot really expect a military salute or even the same discipline from them like you may expect for example the royal guards of the elf capital, or even from soldiers of a palace.
"Here we are…"
The entrance of the sturdy building sealed by a thick wooden door, which opened by the guards at the moment they approached it, then closed on right away.
Immediately, several gazes watching them from the shadows nailed on the trio. Measuring the newcomers, and the leader of their people with critical eyes.
"What are you doing here? Chief Clutch…? Don't you see we are in a heavy debate? Ribbit!"
"I see that, respected elder… Still, as the leader of the tribe, I think it is my right to witness the said debate. Whenever I wish…" even as the leader of the tribe, the chosen one who they entrusted to prepare their people for the incoming attack. Organize the evacuation, the consolidation of different fighting forces, and the preparation of the war effort. Clutch can't do anything against the whims of the council. Even as chief, his authority was limited by these pedantic people, and the voice of the common.
Being the reason above where their tribe almost destroyed thanks to a foolish leader gained full control over every decision, they decided to consolidate the power of the elder council, and the common people. Even in crisis, possibly never allowing one person to gain full control. Such as, even as a leader, Clutch had only as mzch decision making power as his people, and the elders granted him.
"As a younger member, it is feasible the older members give no heed of his words. Clutch-san in truth is middle aged. Yet, still not old enough for these ancient geezers to give him the proper respect he deserves…"
Vault concluded as such, his Nightvision which possessed by almost every demi-human gave him a perfect vision over the people in the room. Before every single member a thin veil hung, covering the face and the body of the members, only their outlines were visible, sitting on the ground, something soft under their bottom.
"Still, I come here… bringing these two envoys before you. Please hear them out, respected council…"
"…"
Looking at each other behind the veils, whispering something, the one in the middle nodded.
"Very well, state your request, envoys of the Armat tribe. But be aware, if you try to hinder our preparations, the war effort… then, we need to send you away. Shamed and scorned for your disturbance…"
Not as they wanted to stay, they still needed to return to their tribe, bringing the news.
As for these people scorn them? They cared not about it. Basically the only opinions they cared about were their friends. And if they died, it matters absolutely not.
"Respected Elders… I am the Leader of the Warrior Caste from Clan Rikkshi, and she is my aide, Raki…"
The female Armat also bowed, showing respect to the elders behind the veil. They were all the same… I mean, the elders of different tribes. No matter the race, people are gathering in a tribe like community usually always have an elder council, or something similar to govern them. Their tribe was not special in that aspect.
As usual, people rather entrust their elders with decision making than making it themselves — which decision often more faulty than appointing a young, inexperienced member who at least open to the changes others propose.
"So, the rats came for our help, huh! Typical…Croak!" one of them shrugged, dropping a sarcastic comment. A few small laughs followed this female voice. Vault and Raki just bit their lip, withholding their berating words.
"Elders, please, this is the way we address the envoys? This is how you act? This is the face you want to show others!?" Clutch roared angry, glaring at his fellows behind the veil.
"Ribbit~ I apologize in the name of my fellows. They are sometimes…" the member on the side remained silent for a moment before continuing. "Please state why you came, we are in the middle of war preparations…"
"Very well…" Vault stepped forward, recovering a scroll made from a strange leather — until now hidden in his bag — holding it out, right away, Clutch grabbed it, presenting to the council members.
"As you already know, we were threatened by an evil being… a being so powerful it crushed our resistance under mere moments. A being, which threatened us with destruction and annihilation. A being offering only two choice, destruction, or total servitude. Because of our dire straits… I ask for your help. I know it is too much! But together, we may have the chance to survive this storm…"
"This storm…? Croak!" One of them laughed somewhat sarcastic, but maybe, his tone carried some kind of depth, the depth called despair. A fear, even he can't admit to himself, hiding and escaping under a fabricated lie.
"Sorry to say this… but aside a few trade deals, our tribes were always enemies. Two opposing force… why do you think we will cooperate with you. Moreover, help you?"
"Because we have no choice… because we have out of options! Because our very lives depend on it!"
"And why do you think we can't defend ourselves! Huh? Ribbit!" one of them croaked, his tone was lifeless.
"Because if what Clutch said to us is true, you face the same, impenetrable, unconquerable darkness as us. Darkness even the spirits can't help you trough, a shadow one cannot stand against alone… maybe only together, we have a slight chance…"
The scroll containing the request slowly reached the end of the line, and the last elder read it.
"Hmm, I see… interesting. There is only one, or rather two problems…"
"And that is…"
"One… you request our tribe to move. Why not you move to help us? Croak! This place is well defendable, our people know it well…"
"Because as I heard…" Vault looked at Clutch, who continued his friend's sentence.
"Because I said to him, we barely have two days' worth of time. Under that, a whole fighting force not likely can move here and join our defense properly. Meanwhile, they have more than five days… more than enough time for us to move ours, and join their defenses…"
"So, the brave Clutch is scared? Proposing to leave our hunting ground to join… "Them"?" This elder's voice filled with disgust and scorn, glaring at the two Armats behind the veil.
Clutch narrowed his eyes, looking forward. "I just say, even with our preparations, the place Vault-san proposed is better. More defendable with plenty of room for a counterattack and maneuver."
"And that place is…"
"Village Rikki…" Vault said so, his tone filled with confidence. "I assume, you know the place well…"
Silence descended in the room; how should they not know that place? That cursed place…
Their species warred with each other many times in the past. Pushing back the Armats once so much they had only one village under their hands. That was the village called Rikki…
Standing in a somewhat tall hill, with walls tall, rocky and hard to climb, around it the terrain barren. The ground muddy and murky, perfect to put spikes in it, or create almost invisible pitfalls. Making it impossible for anyone to use cavalry or sprint against the village. Even with webbed legs such as the toadmen and the lizardmen possessed, it was hardly doable.
The village was surrounded by walls and several primitive, but efficient guard towers, the lookouts can see far, the archers and mages can throw their spells freely under the enemy struggled to reach them.
Also, the place where the settlement settled has a font, the only clear water source in the near vicinity, and we don't even speak about the sturdy mud walls several druids reinforced previous which surrounded the whole village. Indeed, for the tribes of the wetlands, it was an impregnable fortress! It can be only reached through a narrow slope lead up on a hidden serpentine lead up to the top.
Thought, it was also a fatal weakness of the place. There was no way out or route to escape. Once the enemy reached you and broke through the walls, it was like any other place…. your forces to forces will be forced to fight until the last men.
"So you want to make your last stand… there?"
"Yes…"
"Hmph… It is not a bad place. Still, I am reluctant about leaving our hunting ground in exchange of that, death trap... Leaving all of this behind? Just a faint chance? Leave behind our home and fortifications. Not even before the return of our scouts and knowing the numbers of our enemy."
"With all respect elders. We sent out those scouts more than three days ago. I doubt, they will return…" Added Clutch in a serious manner, and the elders started to murmur, glancing at each other.
"Give us a few hours… we will discuss our options…"
"Right…"
Raki and Vault left the dark room, waiting outside. As the chief of the village, Clutch remained.
"So, what do you think?"
"Hmph, who knows? If they still the same, resembling our elders. They will most likely refuse to cooperate. If they are clever, they join. We still have more than five days. Moving their soldiers and people to that place is possible under that time. Until that, our architects do their best to reinforce that place, preparing to seal the slope with as many traps they can make. Bringing heavy rocks to seal it also a solution."
"Let's hope, it is not the first, but the second version. Let's hope; they are not fool enough to try their chance alone. Let's hope; minor tribes will join as well; we cannot hope to win alone; neither are them…"
It was true, against this opposition, against an unknown enemy who so easily crushed their spirit they cannot hope to win. Only together they have a slight chance.
Hearing what they said, the nearby guards gulped uneasily, they as well felt this will be not that easy as the tribe leaders tried to make them believe.
…
The hours passed, and after waiting quite a bit time, the door opened once more, inviting them in.
"Envoy Vault, and envoy Raki…"
"So you made your decision…"
"Indeed…" the council made their decision, and now they will tell the hard truth…
"We will not join you…"
"WHAT!?" Vault almost roared, Clutch only clicked his tongue, knowing well enough their decision. He argued with them long enough; he can't do anything more.
"You know very well! Alone! We have no chance! Please consider it! Against this force…"
"What force…? Croak!" asked one of the elders, slightly tilting his head. "Our scouts not yet reported any force around in the near vicinity. Neither we are willing to give up our territory. Who knows, maybe it is your people or even the lizardmen who try to trick us! Whatever ancient magic you or those lizards used, it was indeed really effective, even making us gather, and prepare this much! Ribbit!~ Even making us scared, unable to see the truth. For a while, it worked perfectly… you should be proud…"
"But this is a ruse…" said another one. "You may manage to fool us first. But now, we are prepared! How unfortunate we realize the scheme! You just wanted to lure our force near your well-fortified village, then massacre us mercilessly. You can tell your leaders, send their forces, as much they want, we are prepared. We will protect our hunting grounds with our life, if necessary!"
"You misunderstood! There is really an army closing here! Our scouts…!"
"We are not interested in your lies anymore… Croak!" said a female elder in a raspy voice. "You could deceive the Chief of our people, referring your friendship in the past. But not us! We are not biased in your direction."
"Then your answer…"
"Tell your leaders, tell those lizard bastards! Croak!~ It was a good trick, even capturing and killing our scouts to make us worry… but we are seen through it. If your people want to come, if they want war, then so be it! Our ceasefire is over! Let there be war…"
Vault and Raki realized, arguing with these old fools were meaningless. They were too scared to accept and understand the truth. The horror that black cloud brought blinded them completely, making them bury their head in the mound.
"I see, then you will let us go, not kill us…?"
"~Ribbit! Of course not! We are not barbarians. The envoys have a free pass! Just hand this to your people…"
A robe wearing toadmen with hood approached them, handing a sturdy scroll.
"What is this?"
"A war treaty of course… as said, our people once more enemies. But keeping the formalities makes us civilized…"
Sweating, Vault and Raki realized, they failed, failed miserably. Not only they were unable to recruit the toadmen, but they even declared war on them.
"Now leave… begone from our village! We have no business with you anymore!"
And thus, Vault and Raki had been escorted out, before the reinforced wooden gates of the village.
"I am sorry…" Clutch said so with a regretful voice. "It seems, fear clouded the vision of my people. More than I realized. It seems fear made them too unreasonable to see the truth…"
"So you believe what we said…"
"After what I had seen, I would be a fool. Most of my soldiers and a few council members concur my opinion. Only diehard persons like them, frozen in fear defy us…"
"Then come with us! Bring your soldiers and as many people as you can! We still have time!"
Clutch forced a sour smile, shaking his head. "And become a traitor? The disgrace of my people and the village?"
"There will be no village to disgrace you in two days! If our scouts were right! Nothing remains if we not act, and join hands now! You are the chief! Their leader! A hero in their eyes! They will listen to you!"
The leader shook his head, sighing disappointedly. "I am sorry… I just can't! Many scared, creating stories, blaming others about this happening. Out of your sudden arrival, many saying it was your tribe and the lizardmen joining hands that summoned this ancient evil to destroy us, many say it was just a good trick… your tribe constructed."
"And you… what do you think?"
"Honestly, I don't know…" Clutch looked around crumbled in doubt. "But asking a few druids, shamans, and being a little bit experienced in the art of magic… I am aware, with our capabilities, even though ritual it is not likely we can create such an illusion. No! It was not an illusion, more like [Control Weather]! Even with rituals, we would be unable to create such a miracle."
"Yet, your people don't listen to reason, and what your magic caster says…"
"Honestly speaking…" Clutch laughed wry. "Fear can make people say many things, see many things… just escape from dreadful reality in a dreamlike illusion. Honestly speaking, I as well want to do this, and many of our magic casters did just this. Saying it was just a trick, out of fear…"
"Then what hold you back?"
"Hmph! Even in darkness, someone had to keep their eyes open, or all is lost! Even in darkness, someone needs to hold the line. If not I, the chief of the tribe, then who they can trust?"
"I see…"
"I wish you good luck with your endeavor, my friends…" Clutch patted his friend's shoulders smiling one last time. "Let's hope it will be enough…"
"Let's hope so. Goodbye, my friend, we will remember you…"
"Goodbye, and good luck…"
Nodding to each other, giving one last parting hug, the friends parted way, knowing well, maybe this was the last time they had seen each other. The two Armat mounting the Pox Rat named Riksa, slowly leaving the field.
"What do we do now? Vault?"
Thinking for a moment what he should answer, Vault opened his mouth. "We return our tribe, hoping the best. Hoping, others listen to our reason. Hopefully, the lizardmen tribes listen to our warning…"
Nodding, the two Armat started their journey back home, hoping the Lizardmen, and other lesser demi-human tribes inhabiting this place will answer their call.
Scene Change: Ainz's room:
More than a day passed under a whim, just today, Ainz and Esdeath watched the battle between Cocytus' forces and the lizardmen, using the mirror of remote viewing as a medium. A little bit later, they called everyone in the throne room, discussing what happened, and their next course of action…
"Ugh…!"
Esdeath buried her head in the pillow, making Ainz question her action.
"What are you doing in my bed…?" Walking near his "own" bed, Momonga watched as his friend raising the blanket and wrapping it around herself like a tight wrap, making her look like some kind of pupa.
"Huh! What else? I am sleepy. That was an exhausting meeting…" Esdeath yawned, remembering the boiling temper under discussion.
It was exhausting to play the enforcer of the tomb who watches over the leader's authority. She definitely not accustomed to doing such a thing — standing still all along, giving away an ominous aura. Beforehand, she never really did so. Even looking that stoic was exhausting so long. Naturally, it was easy for Momonga who had no facial muscles, or skin to keep them in check. For her, it was much harder…
"But why in my bed?"
"Duh… because it is the closest thing resembling a sleeping place. Also, you called us here to discuss a few things… Or, you want to do something else?" her eyes twitched, looking somewhat disgusted.
"What!? Noo! I called you here because it is a safe place to discuss things. Hardly anything can peek in my bedroom after activating my item and our skills! That's why I called you here! Not because of… well, that!"
Indeed, it was true. Both Momonga and Esdeath was somewhat paranoid getting their vassals to know how clueless they were, what kind of hidden, "true" personalities they had. They rather used their own rooms to discuss the matter between each other, personal stuff…
The bedrooms of each member not only specially made to block divination attempts, but using items and their anti-divination abilities they even strengthened the effect, layering it like an onion. Hiding things even from outsiders.
Without world items, and special objects and job classes, it was basically impossible to spy after them in their own room.
"Now, get out my bed…"
"But I am breezy!" she shuddered under the blanket, pushing her face in Ainz's soft pillow. "Do you want to take away poor damsel's lying place? Baka!"
"That's!?" using her "cute-angry" voice was quite effective, making Momonga reconsider his next move.
'Sniff! Sniff!' "What is this? Do they perfume your bed?" she sniffed both pillows once more. "One smells like Albedo, the other like Shalltear… weird…"
"Stop sniffing my pillows! And how the hell you know how they smell!?" Momonga grabbed the pillows, taking them away from under her head.
"They are around basically all the time! And I have increased perception and senses; I can even smell things you could never imagine. For example, Demiurge uses an excess amount of deodorant."
"Not interested in your weird fetishes…" Momonga shrugged disturbed.
"You are mean…"
"And you are not a damsel in any way! Just a freaking role player who likes to steal other's bed! Begone now! That's my place! Begone! Filthy creature!" Momonga raised his hands, hissing her away.
"Hiss! No! Mine place!" 'Hiss!' she hissed like a wild cat, giving a ferocious expression.
"Begone…" 'Poke! Poke!' Momonga gave her a few pokes with the head of the golden staff.
"You seriously poke my ass, with the guild weapon? Are you harassing me?"
She asked with a flat face, using apathetic tone, and indeed, Momonga started to poke her with the golden staff, wanting her to go away from his place.
"That's…" he froze for a moment, realizing what he used the scared weapon for.
Even if it was a pseudo copy — as the real one was well hidden and guarded in the eight floor — it was still the fake copy of the guild weapon; he should not do that with such an important item! More importantly, if it would be his old life, and Esdeath would be a "girly girl," she could have easily reported him for sexual harassment. "Sorry…" he uttered somewhat shameful.
"You are really are hungry, aren't you? Fufufu…" she showed a teasing face. If Momonga were still a human or a being with skin and without emotional suppression, his face would be fully red; his lower parts would be filled with blood.
"You are a pervert…"
"Not pervert…" she smirked. "Super pervert!"
"And you are proud of that…? Are you really are fast to accustom to your new self. If I would not know you were a guy before I would think you are a real girl…"
"Don't misunderstand…" she wiggled to face Ainz. "It is still weird to have this body. Peeing in a sitting position is more complicated than you could imagine. Also, all the girly stuff they expect me to do…" Just now, her face churned, her mouth turned sideward showing her clenched teeth, her eyes looking away on the side like she wants to avoid the gaze of the person she wants not to speak about, and her nose disappeared - in a comical way.
All in all, an "Excalibur face" (ﺧ益ﺨ)
"I have no idea what to do with them… my maids and Auriel are always nagging me to wear that frilly stuff! The worse thing is… I fear the day will come when the red army will attack, and I will sit in my own blood, unable to decide what to do, freaked out screaming…"
"I am not interested; please keep that stuff for yourself. Suffer in silence just as I do…" Momonga showed his back, sulking, an ominous aura surrounded the great lord.
She just huffed hearing Momonga's answer, an answer that carried no sympathy in her direction.
"Hmph! Jerk!" and when she turned away — and she really only pouted for a moment, not paying attention to her surroundings — two skeletal hands grabbed the blanket, rolling her down to the ground.
"Uff! What's that for!"
In the next moment, Ainz took her place, jumping in his own bed, burying his face in his recovered pillows, then wrapping his bedcover around him. "Mine place! Begone!"
"Hmph…" she pouted angry, glaring at him. Then in the next moment, the two burst out in a laugh.
"Fufufu…" "Hahahaha!"
The great lord now really looked comical, tightly wrapped like a burrito, only his bald head can be seen.
"You damn bastard!"
"That's I am…" Ainz echoed happily. Still, there are matters to discuss. They can't fool the whole day…
"Still, I fear… the decisions we had to make back in the throne room was only a few from the many we had to make in this world."
Right away, Esdeath turned gloomier, turning her head away with a pout. "After such a long day, don't need to be such a jerk… you should cheer me up instead…"
"Being a jerk comes with a job…" Momonga explained in a solemn tone, offering a wry smile under his skeletal mask.
After the defeat of Cocytus, he and the guardians — and of course their subordinates — called in the throne room, reporting their progress and to discuss what to do with the situation.
…
As usual, Demiurge showed a perfect result with his healing and breeding experiments.
In his search for the perfect scroll material, his endeavor was quite successful. The man managed to find a quite interesting animal near the borders of the Slane Theocracy, an animal that may serve a good source for the said goal, as well, according to him their flesh may serve a good replacement of their consumables.
A creature with heads both of a lion and a mountain goat, as well the tail of a snake, paws of a lion, and legs of a mountain sheep. It quite likely resembled of a chimera.
In YGGDRASIL, chimeras walked around on two sheep legs and used their lion legs as arms to initiate attacks; a monster which was born with a lion's head and a mountain goat's head. This monster's appearance was based on the deity called Baphomet. Because of this, both Ainz and Esdeath wondered why not Demiurge called them simply Chimera, instead of some weird name…
As expected, the end result, the naming sense of Demiurge left them with a somewhat… flabbergasted, sour expression. Albeit, both of them expected such a result after discussing the topic, still it left an uncanny breath in their mouth.
Secondly, they called Victim — the guardian of the eight floor in the throne room. Thanking him for his cooperation, and asking him if it's alright if they sacrifice him to activate his special skill — of course, if there was no other chance for victory, only then they would grab after such unruly tactic. They wanted not to sacrifice the creation of their friends without a proper reason. That would be a truly unsatisfactory victory.
"I was surprised he agreed to kill him that easy, the servants really are obsessed with our service…"
"Indeed, it comes handy in our situation, yet, it can be quite troublesome if they rely on us too much. We need to find a way to make them a little bit more independent…"
Even if that meant they could rise against them. It was better if someone questioned a faulty decision than obliging it without question, leading to tragedy.
"Umu…" Esdeath nodded, agreeing, it would be indeed troublesome. If they wanted servants those obeying their every whim, they would simply summon servants, or build a robot to complete tasks.
"By the way, you understood what Victim said?"
"Are you not?" asked Esdeath confused.
Victim spoke the language of Enochian, the language of angels. Aside from angels, very few races can understand his words verbally.
"Well…" Ainz starched his face somewhat clueless, his hand poking out from the wrap. "In truth, I understand not what he verbally said, I just know right away what he intended to say…"
"Strange, for me it was clear as day…" the girl hummed, fondling her chin contemplating. "Maybe because I am part angel, I can understand this primordial language. Not only mentally, but verbally…"
"Try it, maybe you can speak too…"
Nodding, taking a deep breath and concentrating for a moment Esdeath started to speak. ""!ecin etiuq si eh ,mitciV ekil I !dratsab ynoB !sknits lluks ruoY ?od uoy od woH !olleH" [Hello! How do you do? Your skull stinks! Bony bastard! I like Victim; he is quite nice!"]
"That's…!" Momonga bit his nonexistent tongue. "That was not nice…"
"It worked…?"
"Just like in Victim's case… and you are right, Victim is nice! I don't mind him around either. But saying such thing…" Ainz bit his nonexistent tongue. "You are still a jerk…"
"Well…" she smiled mischievous way. "haeY !won laugnil itlum ma I nehT" [Then I am multilingual now! Yeah!]
In Victim's case, the catchphrase: [Giving up one's life for friends is the greatest love of all] was quite true. Basically, it was the activation sequence of his devastating skill. Yet, Momonga in the current situation can hardly imagine a situation where they will be pushed back in a way to be forced to sacrifice Victim. Still, it is better to be sure than regret later. Even with the two of them and the whole of Nazarick behind their back, they can't allow such misstep in an unknown environment.
Who knows, someone might come who can break their defenses, or even defeat Esdeath in a duel! Possibly even Rubedo! Beforehand, knowing not if they could resurrect, or not their servants, Ainz hesitated to sacrifice even one. But now, after both Shalltear and Auriel successfully resurrected, now they know it is possible, it was an entirely different matter.
"Stop it! Let's proceed instead!" waving away this nonsense; they proceeded to think through what happened.
After this, they called Shalltear and Auriel before the throne. And albeit both Momonga and Esdeath knew and agreed on the fact; it was basically their miscalculation it all happened, they agreed in one thing, giving them the punishment will ease the mind of that two.
The carrot and the stick, as the saying goes.
Though neither of them expected the guardians to shed tears when they said them the fact, they love them — of course, they meant in a sense like proud parents love their children's, nothing perverted or anything — yet, some of them most likely misunderstood, giving this "innocent" thought an entirely different meaning.
Momonga was basically an undead, and Esdeath… well, considering her race, and her character's lore was still underage in a sense. Yet, time to time Ainz can't decide what Albedo think when she was in one room with her…
Once she spoke with an utterly conventional manner, watching her like a predator her prey, her superior… another time she wants to spoil her rotten with her smile and similar, smaller things. Hell! In the past month, there was even a time when she brought her chocolate, it was weird!
"Honestly, it is a confusing relationship… But maybe it is my fault…"
Remembering what he said to Albedo when she questioned him about their relationship not long ago — at the moment when only Ainz and Albedo was present off-screen — it was definitely his fault, now he realized that.
"Why I can't put it normally? It was a mistake! A grave mistake! Saying she is like a little sister or a daughter to me! Albedo is just too insisting! Giving me those puppy eyes, and pressing me to say what came to my mind first!"
Seeing Esdeath's appearance, and the age difference between their avatars according to their lore, it was a sensible conclusion if anyone thinks Momonga was the father who became an undead after his death, and Esdeath was his daughter — it was even more evident when she actually made herself resemble a child!
Unfortunately, pressured by the succubus, Ainz can't come up with better answer under that moment. "It was just stupid at that moment! But refuting from my words now…? What would the guardians think? It would completely destroy the perfect picture of Ainz Ooal Gown! I need to speak with her after this…! Hopefully, she will understand and play her role…"
Being Zero was still outside, keeping his eye on the outside elements, and controlling Esdeath's operation; after stating the matter they will give punishment to the two "sinner," they right away get to the point where they spoke about Cocytus's punishment.
"Well, I can't say I am surprised…" Murmured Esdeath somewhat disappointed, jumping up from a sitting position and stretching her arms.
Looking away, Momonga just sighed deep, looking very stressed — as much an undead can be stressed. "I mean… who thought Cocytus just send them in without any tactic. Trying to overwhelm the lizardmen with sheer number…"
"You don't have to say this to me… honestly, I expected a little bit more "decisive" outcome. But this, this is just sad…" Shaking his head, Momonga gave away a phantom sight. "Still, the past cannot be changed… at least not without item or the necessary skill. If I remember it right, Esdeath-san has skills to change the flow of causality, changing past events. As well I have reverse time spell, but that's mostly used for healing, nullifying attacks and damage. I am not sure it can be used "that" way here…" Dwelling on this, Momonga turned on his side, showing his back to his friend.
"So, what do we do with the situation?"
"Honestly…" Ainz remained silent for a moment. "As we discussed back then. We can't let such defeat without repercussion. It would seriously tarnish the picture of Nazarick; if we let this spread, it would allow others to rise against us… No, we need to end this uprising in its roots, cut it down before it spreads. As you remember, I already gave the order to Albedo to prepare a show of force. Cocytus will lead the subjugation attempt. "
"Right… and I hide in the shadows, await if some ugly backstabber jumps on you from the shadows… great idea, yeah…"
"That's the plan…" Ainz turned once more, staring at the ceiling. "If the ones brainwashed Shalltear and Auriel still out there, and they manage to subjugate us, basically you are the only one who can change the tide, possibly bring us back. They can take us, but if they take you… the situation can turn dire under mere moments…"
"Right…" she said so deadpanned. " I am a monster; you don't have to remind me…"
"Well…" Ainz smiled watching his friend. "Touch Me said so, not me…"
"That guy…" she shrugged first, then started to smile. "He always hit the nail on the head, doesn't he?"
"That's true…" Ainz hummed. "So, are you willing to do this?"
"Umu… We are in agreement here. Do I wait until the last moment? Or right away strike once they revealed themselves?" pushing her thumb against the oval guard of her katana, the black blade revealed slightly, a chilling aura hit Ainz.
"I entrust this to you… I trust your tactical decision. Though, it would be good if we can capture them, alive if possible…" he added in the end. "We still not know where they appear once resurrected."
"That most likely will be harder than nuking them. But I think with the help of others; we will manage." she gave a nod with formal expression. "I am partly tank, so I possibly can intercept them until you prepare a prison item. Unfortunately, capturing individuals, not my specialty. But I do what I can to hold them off if they appear…"
"Good…" Ainz hummed, one more thing coming up in his mind. "Thought, I am not sure about your project. In the case, if it comes to that and the second part of Zero's plan activates. Aren't you worried about revealing yourself? I mean, if they take control of you, we may have to call Rubedo, or all the floor guardians in arms to restrain you. Are you sure you don't want to use a dummy…?"
"Hmm, that's actually not a stupid idea…" she fondled her chin, murmuring. Then he started to smile. "Nah! I always wanted to make a grand introduction! At least once in my life! This is the perfect opportunity! If you want, lend me a World Item — temporarily of course — and I will be fine…"
"You know you can take one for personal use; we have one or two to spare… I already said so. don't you remember?"
"Then I take one if you don't mind…"
"Good…" Ainz nodded solemnly.
"Anyway… About me getting controlled…" sitting once more down, she let herself fall, falling directly on Ainz's red orb floating between his ribs…
"Ugh!"
"… Don't worry! I know my child. I trust him! He will prove himself. If I am right, in three or four days, we can expect a result from his direction too. I am sure he calculated the arrival of a possible invader, I programmed him to be as flexible as possible. Don't forget, he is an automaton, with tactical AI that can make other supercomputers cry in agony!"
Hearing her confident tone, Momonga can't help but shudder.
"If that's the case, why he can't calculate a counteract against brainwashing back then…" For a moment, he thought this, but right away discarded the idea. Even for an Ai, to calculate every variable was night impossible.
"Also… She called him the child is just too… weird." Remembering his past friend being a "he" previous, saying it out in her current squeaky voice it was pretty weird for Ainz. Even after more than a month he can't get used to it.
"I can't get used to this…"
"So…"
"So…?"
"We kinda waited in your room until now. Can I ask you something?"
"Ask away…" Ainz felt it would not end well for him, yet, he allowed the question.
"When you sit in that throne, in a chair when others are around… taking that uncomfortable looking position all along, aren't you numb?"
"What?" this was indeed an unexpected question.
"I must admit, you look very… royal. Still, I can't help but shudder even remembering you sitting that way all the time… Not even moving, not even your mouth. You kinda look like a freakish ventriloquist skeleton. No expression, just your voice is coming out from your unmoving mouth. Please move next time! Ventriloquist and pantomime freak me out!"
"Well…" Momonga laughed heartily taking the compliment head on "Thank you! That was my intention…"
"You are not funny… you were scary." she pouted, turning on her side. "Don't do that… or you want puppy eyes, again?" she started to show a whimpering expression, looking at Ainz. A new trick she learned practicing before the mirror. Her cute childish face really brought the result, like a freakish anime character.
"Augh! Don't do that!" Momonga turned his head away suddenly, a faint green light surrounding him. "Okay! Okay! Fine! I don't do it again!"
"You bet!" she stuck her tongue playfully. "Still, what's your secret?"
"Practice makes the master…" Momonga said so. "As the catchphrase goes. You should also practice some more."
"I practice…" she said in a low tone… "My agility helps a lot to adjust myself… still. I am not your level yet. Just how much you practiced to be able to sit that way so long? All along without moving even once! Just what is your secret!? I tried many times, but something always urges me to get up, and do something! Even my maids scolded me — albeit gently — to try to remain put a little bit. Do you do it instead of sleeping? Are you? Practicing all night?"
"Honestly, since I am undead, I can't really feel numb, nor need to sleep. I can sit all day, and I am fine. I can stand all day, and I remain fresh!" Momonga boasted proudly, though, he still missed the pleasing numbness being tired, the feeling that helped him sleep back then.
Esdeath just frowned. "Good for you. I can't sit in one place before my arse starts to itch and I had to get up to run a few circles. I had to eat every few hours to remain satiated. When I want to sleep, I can't! When I don't want, I feel sleepy! It is just confusing! It is only out of luck. I only need to sleep a few hours every few days! I don't know why, but I am like a battery, always full with energy…" she stretched her limbs, crossing her arms behind her head, looking the ceiling unconcerned.
"Well, you are still a living being…" Ainz hummed solemnly. "Albeit, a strange one… you still need to experience your species day and night cycle. As I remember, the game lore did not describe that in your race's case, It must be interesting experiencing everything first hand. You should note it for future generations. It may come handy…"
Suspecting what Ainz referred to, she just shrugged. It will not be likely to happen anytime soon, maybe never.
"As it… You sound jealous. Don't be…" her tone turned somewhat depressed. "I also want the miraculous ability to sit all day, and not be bothered by hunger or the need of a drink, nor the itching feeling to get up to run several hundred kilometers, or fly a few hours also, because you cannot be hindered by mental effects. Basically, you are the ultimate gamer! Overjoy! You can game day and night, and you will still be fresh!"
"Oh!" Momonga offered a wry smile deep inside. "Is that so… Fufufuf! Then I am really lucky. But you can also reach this by simply using an item. Don't you remember?"
"That's not the same…" she murmured depressed, turning on her side.
Thought, he knows his friend meant this both to comfort him and in some way a serious manner. He can't help but miss such human thing such as sleep, eating and drinking. Even now, time to time Momonga made phantom breaths or swallowing his saliva when seeing others eat or drink — even without lungs, or droll to swallow.
"So, I wanted to ask."
"Hmm…" Esdeath glanced at Ainz, still on the bed, her head resting on his chest.
"Every day, you either spend a few hours with practicing or flying around. How does it feel exactly?"
"You mean flying? Aren't you able to fly too with spells and items?"
"That's different. Also, I am undead; I can't really find joy in things. At least, not above a certain degree…" his tone filled with some kind of solemn sadness, and disappointment.
"Well…" a wide smile formed on her face, wider than Momonga ever saw, filled with serenity and peace, true joy!
"It is freedom incarnate… being up there, using my wings as intended… better than anything I ever experienced! Better than any food, better than any drink. Better than…" her face went red, shutting her mouth, remembering the "present" someone left in her room.
She still searched for that person, it was indeed a lewd gift to give a young girl like her, and she had no clue who left it. She asked around the whole tomb, and no one wanted to take responsibility.
"I don't want to hear…" Momonga just screamed inside, suspecting the content behind the last part.
"Ugh… Khm… That's good. Grab to that feeling, don't let depression overwhelm you like last time…"
"I try to, thank you…"
With that, they abruptly shut that topic. Not even saying anything for the next dozens of seconds.
"One more thing…"
"Yes…"
"Don't be pervert…"
"What do you mean?"
"That last thing you glimpsed under speaking about flying. Don't be a pervert! Not before the guardians or our people, and possibly, not before anyone else, not before me. Just…" Momonga shuddered. "Just keep it to yourself. We are now the rulers of this place; we need to act according… you can do it in your room when no one sees you, but not before them, or me... Please…"
"Hmm…" after thinking a moment, she smiled mischievously. "I try to. It is not easy though…" she stuck out her tongue. "Either way, you are the ruler, I am just a dog escorting you under the way. My task consists of not being decent, just fetching away the threats and growl at the enemy. That's my role."
Momonga remained silent for a moment, being a little bit embarrassed imagining what she does in her room, alone… The picture he still wanted to exorcize from his mind.
"Still, according to your lore. Aren't you?"
"What not?"
"Royalty? You and I, we are both members of the guild, the last ones as it, we share this place. I thought, ruling together would be easier… I mean, you as a regent, my right hand, and me as the king… it is sensible, no? If we stuck in this situation, the best we could do is to help each other, no?"
Her expression is going blank for a moment, almost sentimental before going back to its usual playful, foxy self.
"How should I? To stole your fire? Oh no! No! Good Sire Skeletor! All glory is yours; I need not that much responsibility! I had enough under my previous life! I, of course, will help you under the way. But if you offer me the throne… EHHHH!" she crossed her arms, palms out, refusing even the idea, making a weird horn sound with her mouth. "I refuse to be some glorified ruler! Too much work! Too much paperwork to bare! I have enough back then! Never again!"
"You are not nice…" Ainz mumbled solemnly.
"Beat me…" she smirked back
"Yet, according to your lore, you are still a royalty, aren't you supposed to act like one? I mean, just a little bit more dignified?"
"Eh?" she questioned, recalling her avatar's origin. "That may be… but you also need to remember. I am a royalty who refused to claim her heritage after fulfilled her revenge, knowing the nature of her race and what their resurrection would bring, she rather not take the risk…"
"So, you leave everything on me… you are a cruel mistress, Esdeath-san…" he said it not in loud, but it was evident from his friend's tone. She most likely refuses the throne, even if he willingly offer it to her to take it from him, and she was somewhat right.
If not Nazarick, and the legacy of their friends, if not the guild… and once, accidentally outsider parties would offer him the chance to lead them, Momonga would simply refuse the opportunity.
It was straining enough act as the mighty ruler of the tomb that he was not, all the time — as he was a simple salaryman beforehand.
This was just too much responsibility to bear. He can barely keep thing composed as it, if not Albedo and other guardians taking the brunt of work the whole place had been crumbled after a few days.
If not Nazarick transported with them… if it would be simply him alone, or him and one of his friend… they would go around on feet, exploring this world like real adventurers. Not caring about such nonsense like conquering the world. He still had no idea where the guardians get this idea from…
"That would be truly wondrous…" Fortunately, or unfortunately, Nazarick was here, with them, as well the creations of their friends, they can't do anything about it. They can't abandon them just like that! That would be truly unsightly!
After a few minutes staring the ceiling, thinking on nothing, Momonga spoke up. It was time to go. They wasted enough time.
"Soon we need to head out…"
"Can't we just lie here for a little while? Staring the ceiling is just relaxing…"
"Just a little bit…" Ainz said so, he as well enjoying this small moment of serenity.
"…"
Minutes passed, and Ainz decided it is time to go. But looking at his chest, he recognized something…
"What the…" Esdese sleeping, hugged her his skeletal abdomen, a slight droll pouring from her mouth. In a way, she looked quite cute with her childish appearance and body.
"How the hell I get out!"
Considering her sheer physical strength, escaping her grasp seemed impossible. Then, in the next moment, looking in the direction of the door, someone knocked.
"Ainz-sama…?" a gentle knock came from the direction of the door.
"Help…" he whispered, and the door slightly opened, a male with a collected expression and crystal eyes peeking in, after seeing them, giving them a wide demonic smile.
"Fufufu! As expected! I see… do your best, Ainz-sama! We are counting on you!" giving one last nod and a thumbs up, the figure with the spectacles left, gently closing the door.
"What!? You misunderstood! Don't leave me!"
He wanted to scream, but the door closed right away, leaving Ainz at the grasp of the other Supreme Being.
Demiurge leaving with a satisfied expression, making sure no one will bother the two "private time." — The private time that will most likely last for several more hours. Oh and believe me! Demiurge knows well how to keep away others from places he doesn't want them to be.
"This… this is no good!"
Once more, the sleeping hug tightened around Ainz, Esdese drooling on his gown, and thus, Ainz was forced to stay motionless for long hours, all along staring the ceiling as the petite female like an octopus hugged him in a crushing grasp.
"I am scared…" around in the room, several items started to float, reacting to her powers. Like in the movie "The Exorcist" floating around, time to time colliding. Unfortunately, the room was also soundproof…
"Is her Esper powers going wild while sleeping!? This situation just turned ten times worse!"
Tugging her, she only snorted, turning her head away, her eyes rapidly moving under her closed eyelids.
She most likely entered her Rem phase, directly jumping several sleeping periods until she reached the deep slumber phase. Knowing her sturdiness, most likely even an explosion can't wake her up now.
How will Ainz get out, maybe next time you will know… but now, let him suffer in silence!
"I am scared! Help!"
From the next chapter!
Scene Change: Wetlands: A few days later:
In the wetlands, near the great lake, there was a specific village. Settling in the top of an earth hump — which positioned considerably higher than the surrounding wetlands — and had a stone foundation with narrow walls. From outside, it looked like a natural fortress.
The area around covered with wet mud, puddles scattered around. Even with webbed feet, the chance was high you stuck there if you tried to charge trough.
From the side, a small fountain trickled down on the slopes, giving the hill a peaceful feeling.
On top of it, a bustling village settled, surrounded by freshly reinforced mud walls, and lookout towers. For first, no visible way led up on the side of the sizable "Natural fortress." It was completely isolated.
"We are here…" mumbled the figure, watching the village, several more characters heading in this way, preparing their last stand against the demonic forces.
"Hopefully, this will be enough."
"It must be! This all we can offer…"
Unknown for them, in a secret room, a young looking butler stood before a chess board. On the board, the black figures surrounded the last remained white ones, completely outnumbering them.
"Zero-sama, we are ready…" A hulking demon behind him reported, prostrating himself.
"Good…" he grabbed a black figure. "Let's proceed. We herded enough to solidify the success of the plan…"
"Orders?"
"Start the operation. Protocol purgatory, begin…"
"As you wish…" the demon left the room, preparing to command his forces to move according to the scenario set up previous.
"Let see… will you descend in Hades? Or reach Valhalla? It is only up to you; now, the goddess is watching, judging your struggle and worth. Failure or success, show your worth."
Placing a strange, female figure, carved from a strange bone behind the backlines, Zero initiated the action. Will the Armats survive, or fail? You will know next time.
A/N:
Well, that's for now.
Thank you for reading it!
Hopefully, the chapter was not completely boring and contained one or two interesting, or even funny hiccups.
Next time hopefully we reach the part where the battle beings, and conducted :P
(Though, knowing me, how much I used to pull things, don't take it as a fixed promise. As I write, I will see how things play out.)
RNR!
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Goodbye! Until next time! Safe pace! Safe winds! Good day! Good night!
In the next chapter: Operation Purgatory, Begin!
